Chapter 22 - A story about a witch. Part two

Zandra stands up and walks over to cabin, taking out a bottle.
She pours us another cup of tea and dilutes it with the content in the bottle.
I feel the alcohol fumes rising from the cup, but I welcome them, hoping they can calm my shaking body. 
Zandras’ story has left me feeling sad and helpless. The poor girl had no one to fight for her. The time between our lives made it impossible for me to save her and, in a way, it was frustrating. When I woke up this morning, the girl was safe, because she didn’t exist. Now, she is a girl who’s been raped and orphaned while I was sitting here. It is a confusing and disturbing feeling. 
I take a deep sip of my strong tea and welcome the warm feeling it brings to my cold inside. 
Zandra takes a few sips before clearing her throat, prepared to continue.

*“ For days the girl walked around in the village,* *she was all alone.* *She found dead bodies,* *drained from blood,* *most of them children,* *but most of the people had vanished.* *She could not dig all the graves needed,* *so instead she gathered all the bodies and with her magic she called on the fire and ordered it not to leave before all traces of the people were gone.* *But she dug two graves,* *to her parents.* *As they were covered she used her magic to call on the earth,* *demanding it to always keep the graves floral and beautiful.* 
*The girl stayed in the village,* *not knowing anything else.* *After a few weeks,* *she woke up feeling nauseous.* *She had thought about the possibility after her days in the cave.* *After a few spells and tests,* *she confirmed she was indeed pregnant,* *carrying the devil’s spawn.* *There was no way she was going to complete the pregnancy.* *She could never raise the offspring of someone that evil.* *For the first time since the cave,* *rage took her over.* *Pictures of what he did to her,* *to her parents,* *to the children in the village flooded her mind.* *She went through her parents spell books and grimoires and all her mother’s notes,* *trying to find anything about their connection with him.* *And she did.* *She found it all.*
*As a plan formed in her head,* *she thought about turning to the Gods of the Heaven for help,* *but in the end,* *she left them out.* *She could set her own rules and conditions for what had to be done.*
*That night,* *she drank a cocktail made of special herbs from her mother’s garden.*
*When she felt the pain and pressure buildup in her stomach,* *she sat down on a potty and bled all the content in her uterus out.* 
*She poured the blood and the lumps into a cup,* *placing it in a circle made of 7 different crystals.* *She opens the grimoire of her choice and performed the spell.* *After the last word,* *she swallowed all the contents of the cup.”*

“Wait..what?! Thats gross!! Why would she do that?” I whimper, feeling nauseous.
“ To connect her soul to Ambrogio” Zandra answer

*“The girl took a vow.* *She would always keep track of Ambrogio,* *she would always aid his enemies,* *she would peek at his world through his soul,* *she would rest when he rested.* *The girl then called on all the elements,* *demanding them to lead Ambrogio’s enemies to her.*
*As she looked in the mirror,* *the golden color of Ambrogio’s eyes were melted into the grey of her own.*
*One year later,* *a pack with hundreds of wolves walked into the village.* *Led by a strong,* *beautiful woman with green eyes.”*

“Aayla…” her name leave my lips in a whisper
“Yes, Aayla..or as her people called her, Luna.” She smiles a sad smile.

*“The young witch and the young wolf fought many battles together,* *side by side,* *closing in more and more on Ambrogio.* *They were sisters,* *in pain and lost from the start,* *but as the years went by they become sisters in deeper meanings as well.*
*Aayla found her mate.* *Between battles,* *they were madly in love,* *and soon Aayla found out she was expecting,* *sadly she lost her love on the battlefield.*
*In her last battle with Ambrogio,* *she got hurt, terrible.* *As she caught the devil and forced his fangs thru her flesh,* *spilling most of her blood down his throat,* *she was holding on to life by a thread.*
*The young witch tried to save her,* *but Aayla was tired.* *She didn’t want to be saved.*
*She had fulfilled her destiny,* *now she wanted to be reunited with her mate in heaven.* *She told the witch about her deal with Selene and asked her to take her child to a human village,* *to be raised as a human.* *She also made the witch promise her to always look after her children.* *When Aayla died,* *the witch cut her baby out of her belly so that Aayla could see her one time before she took her last breath.* *As she cut the umbilical cord,* *she put a piece in her mouth and said a spell she only said once before and as she swallowed,* *she felt her soul connect with the wolf spirit in the newborn girl in her arms.*
*- I will always be there when you wake up, I will always aid you in your battles. This is my promise to you my beautiful Luna she whispered.*


“Tell me her name..please tell me the name of the witch” I cried, hurting for both Aayla and the young witch
Zandra rounded the island and took me into her arms, stroking my back.
“You know my name child, I never changed it, I wear it with pride” She whisper in my hair.
The woman in front of me was the girl I couldn’t save.
“Come” She said, taking my hand and pulling me with her. 
We walk through the small hallway on the other side of the room. It leads to a patio door made entirely of glass. When we step outside, there is a round lawn surrounded by red rose bushes. In the middle of the plate are two elevations, completely covered with flowers
“Your parents..this is your village” I say..my voice still shaky and my cheeks still wet.
She looks at me, and when the sun hits her gray eyes, I can see the cross pattern made of Ambrogio’s gold and Lunas green.
“It is my child, home sweet home” She smiles, a couple of tears leaving her eyes.