In the search of her goddess mother who abandoned her on birth, Jevelene leaves behind a cold Italy to the magical kingdom of Alkinshime in the icebergs of North Sweden. But what she ends up finding was completely beyond her fantasies. A demon and a...
Cynth walked down her bark and reached Jevelene. All the bark around Jevelene had moss and flowers growing around it. "Wow...You did this?" "I do not know. I woke up and it was this way," "It's beautiful. Thank you for decorating my house. Look, I got you more plums, and here is some water," Jevelene ate and drank, "I need to go back to the mortal world, I have to meet Ariel,"
"Did you master the spell I gave you?" "A little bit, but I need to practice," Jevelene said. "You can practice in the mortal world, tonight, I will help you escape," Jevelene smiled, "Alright," Cynth smiled at her and then looked at her hands, "Jevelene, your hands are glowing," Jevelene looked at her hands.
The old witches collected themselves at an old woman's place, "Cynth, that wretch, she is hiding someone from the mortal world into her bark," They all gasped, "How do you know that?" "I saw her carry fruits from the mortal world, I followed her,"
"That traitor! She is giving homage to an enemy!" "What's if it's a man!" "Or worse, an immortal!" "Women, we must barge into her house and get rid of whatever resides with her!"
They all screamed their chants and walked out of the cottage, towards Cynth's bark.
While Cynth held Jevelene's hands, "So warm," An ear to ear grin covered her face. Jevelene furrowed her brows, "Cynth, are you okay?" But Cynth wouldn't stop looking at her hands, "What is this...So beautiful..." Her hair slowly began turning darker, all the maggots in her hair vanished and the filth washed off with the grass. Her sore legs healed and her eyes glowed brightly, "Oh my god, I'm being reborn,"
The grass began covering Cynth's legs, and her face changed. Her nose changed its shape, her eyes became bigger, her cheeks became fuller, and her lashes grew longer. "I feel so beautiful..." She looked into the mirror. Jevelene heard loud bangs on the bark, "CYNTH! YOU WRETCH! OPEN THE DOOR!" "Cynth!" Jevelene touched her face, but Cynth seemed to be in a daze as if she was drunk and suddenly started laughing, "Jevelene, you must be a god!" Cynth hugged Jevelene.
"CYNTH! OPEN THE DOOR!" Jevelene's entire body began glowing and her hair grew longer and more orange, the entire bark began turning green, full of moss, wilderness and flowers. They finally broke the bark and walked in, seeing Cynth, drunk, laying on the grass floor with her saliva dripping down her mouth, Jevelene stood beside her, dressed in her clothes.
"It's...It's a child of a god!" They ran towards Jevelene with their axes and their knives. Jevelene squirmed and all the grass began covering their feet. They began cutting it off with their knives, "Ugh! This thing is thick!" "Marlyine," One of them looked up, "You are young again!" Maryline, the oldest witch, looked at her hands. The wrinkles were gone, her hair was black, her skin was olive and her face was pretty.
All of them soon turned young and beautiful. They all laughed and hugged each other. Each of them looked like a beautiful maiden. They turned towards Jevelene, "Our god!" They all got on their knees, and Cynth bowed with them, "Our god!" Cynth touched Jevelene's feet, "You are our god!"
The flowers and the grass spread from the bark to the entire village. All the trees bore fertile fruits, they grew bright leaves, the barren lands were soon covered with vines, the cottages were covered with foliage and moss, the entire black landscape soon turned green, mud turned to clear water and the lakes began shimmering. Wherever the vines touched, they cleaned.
All the witches went them went into a frenzy, dancing with their long hair open. Dancing barefoot on the bright grass as they sang louder and louder. They clapped their hands and circled around Jevelene, they removed her clothes and covered her both with a white tunic, lined with gold. They covered her arms with flower bracelets and covered her hair with flowers and gold, while the others danced around her.
Jevelene sat on a throne of flowers and grass. She held a bouquet of wildflowers in her hands. She watched them sing, dance, laugh, eat and truly enjoy themselves. Some played the instruments, and some sat around Jevelene and fanned her. Hundreds and hundreds of witches. The entire village was dancing around her, it almost didn't seem like they were in hell. They were so happy. So sweet, so very fine.
Merrily, they screamed, "You are our tir na nóg,"
-To be continued
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