🔯Chapter Two🔯

🔯Chapter Two🔯

Walking in the woods with Rosy’s old pair of boots creating sounds as she was heading towards her father’s tomb made her heart thrash fast, as if her father was really there and waiting to see her and what she could offer.

Her red cloak protect Rosy from the cold outside the woods and she started hearing all the animal’s whispers—gossiping to other animals. And Rosy thought, it was always funny to hear such.

She was humming this lullaby she would not forget from his father’s.

Oscar White. When Rosy was ten, Oscar died in this unknown disease that no spell could healed the poor man. That day was the saddest for Rosy—nobody accepted her expect Oscar. And that day, doom started as her own mother blatantly blame her for Oscar’s death—for being the ‘bad luck’.

“Good morning, father. I’m sorry, all these I could offer to you in this visit..” She placed the bouquet of flowers beside her father’s name and started pulling the weeds that had grown around. Then touched and trailed Oscar’s name sculptured in the stone.

“I failed the class again, father. I tried my best—always and always thought about your wisdom, that I should be myself and never to give up..” Rosy missed her father and not a single day that she never thought about him and his words of wisdom.. The day he died, she thought she was left alone in the world, deserted and that night, she met Widow.

Until they became a very close friends.

“But I am proud that my sisters are doing great in their class, father—Cloe and Mia are outstanding and they give such honor in the family.” She said with nothing in her heart but proud and happiness to her sisters—who did nothing to her but to hate Rosy. “Wished you could see my sisters accepting their medals today.” Rosy will attend the awarding after visiting her father. She promised to witnessed Cloe and Mia’s memorable day as they finally graduated with high honors. She bare nothing but joy to her sisters.

Well, she was not even invited to come by her mother or Cloe nor Mia. This morning, as she woke up to do casual chores and cooked breakfast—she heard the three talking about it.

She stood up and silently bid her farewell.

“Nothing is proudest of a golden heart, Rosy. Oscar is smiling wherever he might be..” Widow just kept her silent until Rosy stood up and bid farewell. Rosy was the kindest creature she had known!

The only person that didn’t know how to bare madness in life and bitterness towards people who ill-treated her kindness.

“Am I, Widow? Well, thank you, my friend.. Shall we go to the Enkanta Academy?” Happily Rosy yelled as Widow was resting in the left of her cloak’s pocket.

“Let’s boo your sisters then!” Widow half joked.

“No, you silly..” As Rosy laughed but suddenly cut off when she noticed a wounded deer, just three meters away from where she was standing. The deer was resting under this cherry three and their eyes met—the animal was in silence.

“Poor you.. What happened to you?” Rosy asked as she quickly knelt down beside the wounded deer. She gasped looking how the wound on the animal’s right leg was badly injured.

“Can you speak to me, please? I am a friend..” Rosy couldn’t hear its thoughts or the animal was just too weak to communicate to her. She stood up again and was looking for something around her—then she started picking some wild herbs, leaves and flowers.

“What are you doing, Rosy? Are you cooking or helping the deer?” Widow asked as she was curious too of what Rosy was up to.

“I don’t know, I just know that these might help his wound. Right here, fella..” She tried to hold the wounded and at first the deer struggled in pain, she looked at its eyes and tried to tell the deer to calm now, as he did..

Then she placed the leaves and flowers and extract the oil out of it. Rosy dropped seven tiny droplets straight to the wound and magically, gradually, it closed the wound. Rosy just couldn’t believe her eyes, looking how the deer’s skin closes in front of her and as the blood ran dry..

Few minutes the deer stood up himself and ran away from them. Rosy just followed the trail of which the deer went out, with a smile and wonder on her face.

“D-Did you just see what happened, Widow?” Still couldn’t believe what she just did.

“Even in my eight poor-visioned eyes, I saw it, Rosy! You healed its wounds..” Widow was laughing happily. She couldn’t believe it neither! Rosy knew how to spell, as those white witches should do..

“I can’t wait to tell mother!” Then Rosy ran and of course, she did not forget to attend the awarding ceremony of her sisters and shared first time experience of using spell to her mother—she thought, that was something to be finally proud of!

“Cloe and Mia White! Congratulations!” A loud applause coming from Lili amidst the crowd reached Rosy’s ears—just as she arrived the academy hall where few of chosen awardees were there.

“Congratulations, sisters!” Rosy cheered where everybody’s eyes went directly to her—most of them raised their brows upon seeing her in the hall.

Well, she was condemned in the society too. For being physically beautiful and attractive didn’t mean—she was in the land of Enkanta. That was simply the opposite! Rosy ran towards her mother who immediately turned a sour face.

“Don’t sit beside me, Rosy.” Just before she grabbed a space beside her, Lili warned her. “You’re putting me in disgrace now, Rosy—you’re not invited to be here. Have you heard me invited you, huh?” Cold water poured over Rosy’s astonishment and excitement faded away.

“I just want to..show my support to my sisters, mother—I am too, proud of them—“

“Humbug you are! Go home—we don’t need a failure in this momentous moment of my children. Stay in the house, cook, and clean—go!” Lili exclaimed in fury as Rosy immediately turned around and walked away with so much pain in her heart.

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