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Two days straight now that Esmeralda has been locked up in her room. Water and food was slide in for her by maids, and Rosa was baned from seeing or talking to Esmeralda till further notice.
The only information she was able to get was that a conference meeting will be held in the castle today. The meeting will host representative of every human, werewolves, vampire, Elf’s, fairies, and every other creature the war may concern.
This meeting was to reach an agreement, and see how much of the war they could avoid.
Everyone present wanted the war, and was just physically here for formularity, especially Amargo who still curse Blake’s soul for freeing Esmeralda. She wondered what kind of Morons she had surrounded herself with.
It was a large rectangle table, Vimdraolf sat on the edge on one of the highest chairs.
The room was silent, no one dared talk, everyone present was on their guard as a fight could break out anytime, and defending yourself properly may be your only chance at leaving this meeting alive.
THE WITCHES CAN’T LIVE ALONG SIDE WITH US!!!
Gaston the human mayor screamed from his seat, he believed since no one has the balls to speak up, he would be their spoke man.
There was no way humans will allow Witches the right to live, they were intimidated by the powers they possess. And it’s no news that witches get their divine powers from the sacrifices they make to their god.
An hour has gone by, and it was very predictable that the war was going to hold.
The witches representative including Amargo didn’t agree to the set out rules to be followed by every witch if they were to live on Planet Earth which were;
The witches had to live a low profile life, as they presence cause intimidation, and bring Ill luck. They were believed to used their magic and supernatural power solely for the purpose of harming others.
Rumors has it that they cast a love portion, and steal away others lovers. So at this point, they made it known to the Witches that they were not to ever use their powers publicly.
This was no better than the live they were living, they saw this as a contract to another hell. They wanted to be free and not be prisoner, it’s not their fault they get intimidated by their power. Who is a witch without any supernatural power, what identity would they hold if they were not allowed to perform magic. What future await their children if they were ban from mixing or mingling with children who didn’t hold the same identify as them?
Death by burning was the way to kill a witch. Penality of not fulfilling the rule meant death by burning. Something most Witches were familiar with.
They won’t stand by this injustice, they won’t rot in hiding, they would die fighting.
The whole Witches immediately got up from their seats, this was led by Amargo who has had enough of this creature and their stupid rules when no one made them God.
With a snap of her finger, the mayor of the humans caught fire, and ran out of his seat hurriedly looking for liquid to relief him, he was the witches first scapegoat.
That was the Witches answer, Amargo already gave the Siren cry, war was inevitable.
There was chaos, the weak ran for safety, the strong defended themselves, and everyone broke into groups fighting the Witches.
Except for Vimdraolf and Amargo who stood at a distance, giving each other deadly glares.
If only he had been the dog he was created to be, this fight would not have been happening, this meeting would not have been recorded.
Amargo walked towards Vimdraolf, using magic to clear the obstacle on her way. The human mayor appeared from no where, wanting to give a surprise attack and was burnt down instantly the minute he raised the knife in his hand.
Amargo got to Vimdraolf’s front, she had mixed feelings about him.
You Will Regret This Day, The Day You Double Crossed Me. Tell Esmeralda I’m Coming for Her, To Finish What I Started, She Should Not Be Sadden As She Would Soon Be Reunited With Her Dead Son.
Amargo cast a spell, and vanished into thin air. Her followers saw her, and followed her lead.
Vimdraolf was caught unaware, he needed answers, and the only one who can give him that is Esmeralda.
His mate felt her heart fall the way the room door suddenly flew open, and the sound it made. She was taken off notice, and her hand was still on her chest when Vimdraolf walked in.
She let out a quiet hiss, backing him immediately, he was the last person she wanted to see walk through that door.
What Child Was Amargo Talking About?
VIMDRAOLF’S question took her off guard. Does this mean that he didn’t know she was pregnant and lost the baby? It’s not like she had the time to tell anyone as Vimdraolf locked her up the moment he brought her back to the castle that night.
I Wish To Be Alone!
Esmeralda replied him in a bored tone, she doesn’t want to remember that night, and needed Vimdraolf out from her room. In fact she would be happy to spend her remaining years locked up in this room than to see Vimdraolf’s face for another minute.
ESMERALDA!!
Esmeralda was infuriated by Vimdraolf’s tone.
Don’t You Dare Say My Name, You Have No Right To Say That Name. For It Would Have Been Better To Die In That Graveyard Alongside My Child than To See Your Face Ever again.
I Hate You, Every Fiber Of My Being Hates You. You Don’t Have Emotions Or Feelings, You Are A Beast, A Heartless Monster.
Not Been Born Is Better Than To Be Mated To You.