The lesser Evil

WAYNE’S POV

            I looked up at Fiona the moment she mentioned ‘spell’, “How did you know she cast a spell on me?”

 

            “That is easy, I sensed it when I tried to measure up your powers, it restricted your strength a little, but you would have been unable to move if you were at the peak of your powers.” Fiona sipped comfortably from her drink. I felt she told too much, unlike Phyllis, yet she did not seem to bother.

 

            She took my mug and fixed it into my hand, then placed the tray on the bed before drawing the stool to sit before me. “The triple spell of relativity; it blocks one's thoughts from another’s access and weakens the body; anyone who touches you gets a share of it. Though its stickiness to your skin had been absorbed a long time ago, the victims cannot still be free unless it is lifted.”

 

            My orbs stared blankly at Fiona’s moving eyes as she placed her hand upon the rim of my mug, her lips moving without a sound. I was too absentminded to have realized what she did to my drink and before I turned to it, her hand was gone. “What did you do?” I asked softly.

 

            Fiona shrugged. “Trust me.” I noted how the drink swirled as my hands slightly vibrated, yet before I could think further about it, I brought the rim to my lips and gurgled it all. My face scrunched up when I dropped the mug and I belched out, the harshness of the liquor piercing me at the corners of my mouth. “There you go,” Fiona muttered as she finished hers. She took my mug, placed it with hers on the tray and carried it before getting up and walking to the door.

 

            When I looked up at her, her fingers were wrapped around the knob and she turned back to me, “Deveron told you about the crystal ball and its nature. I bet she failed to mention that any thoughts from one's memory can be replicated to the ball and shown to any eyes that choose to believe.” My eyes widened.

 

             “And yet when you confront her, she will say… ‘It is the lesser evil’, but one day you will realize that everything I have just told you is true and you will trust my judgment. You still have your doubts about her; I hope you continue to do so. Thanks for having me anyway.” She finally opened the door and I could see from the little space between her and the door that there was Phyllis leaning by the wall in the doorway. Fiona huffed and walked away before I found Phyllis’ focused eyes staring into mine.

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            As the sun dipped across the horizon, I stretched my aching body, reached between my legs and gathered the books I had riffled through so far, as well as the one I actually read, forcefully.   

 

            I hated the volume of Alphas, yet what was I to do? Phyllis was so determined to groom me into becoming a better Alpha. She had been quiet all these while and it was not strange at all. Even though she did not really read the books, she managed to sit on the floor, lean on the wall and either stare at the sky, through the window, or me.

 

            I looked in her direction to find her stacking the books, which lay scattered on the floor and getting up to place it on the stool. “Did you believe a thing said by Fiona?”

 

            I rolled my eyes― there we go again. “With the way I see things, I have no choice what to believe or disbelieve.” I shrugged.

 

            “Really?” Wait, is that a sincere smile I see on the witch’s face? It was soon gone though. “If you do not believe, then how did you manage to do all I―?”

 

            “For the lives of my brothers, nothing more,” I intercepted. “Unless of course, you do use magic tricks on me.”

 

            “That is not so easy,” Phyllis snorted and headed for the door as I got out of bed, needing to take a hot bath to warm up before attending the cremation of the Alpha, held tonight.

 

             I approached the bathroom door, but as our fingers clutched the knobs of our respective doors, I stopped the witch when she attempted to step out.

 

            “May I know why you are hesitant to lift the hex?” I growled to my surprise. All Phyllis gave was a shrug and she was gone. “Wait!” I bellowed, but it did not stop her anyway.

 

            I let the sizzling of the foam settle before going into the bath. The warmth soothed my skin, causing me to heave a relieving sigh. There was the candle burning steadily in its golden holder fixed on the wall and there was the wind rushing in from the bedroom through the slightly open bathroom door, causing the flame to flicker. It was raining, again. The wind force banged the door shut and a bit of peace reigned.

 

            I hooked my eyes on the now stable flame, trying to see if I could view the future in the glow. However, I only ended up laughing at my own stupidity; it was obvious that I had no magic. “I had not even mastered my own specialty yet,” I said aloud with a sigh as I closed my eyes, relaxing in the waters.

 

            More and more, all I saw in my head was war, war and war… and it did not only end there, there was bloodshed, piercing screams of women and the cries of babies, children separated from their parents and couples losing their loved ones. There were terrors, frights and angers. Taste for revenge, blood, flesh… The smell of danger lingered before my nostrils and I opened my eyes. I groaned. It was another trance.

 

            The prep was brief and I was shortly done. Same attire and same hairstyle was all I had before finding my way along the hallway, my mind lingering on everything I have seen these past days, including the misunderstanding with Elspeth and the story told by Deveron.

 

             Speaking of which, I could hear Fiona’s words ringing in my head, her voice was clear as it was in reality. It said, ‘I bet she failed to mention that any thoughts from one's memory can be replicated to the ball’.

 

            Now I knew whom I partially believed, but despite that, I cannot just snap my fingers and begin a battle that I would end up losing everything. I only had to watch and see how events turned out. It could be better or worse, yet only fate could tell, and I was a fervid believer of fatalism.





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