Chapter 655 Fair in the village- Part 1
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When the day arrived for the white witches to depart to the land of North, Wovile, Penelope was more than sad to see the people leave in the carriages that had been loaded with luggage of the witch and the witchers. After hugging some of them goodbye as they didn"t know when they would meet next, she stood outside the church with Caitlin next to her who had accompanied her to the church.
"Is it really safe for the witches to go to Wovile?" asked Caitlin, staring at the last carriage that was diminis.h.i.+ng little by little in sight, "I heard Wovile doesn"t favor both white or black witches. Stepping there for us will be nothing less to jumping into a pyre of fire that is waiting for us."
Penny understood Caitlin"s concern, "It was told that the Lord and the others would help in establis.h.i.+ng work there."
"Wonder how that will go…" sighed Caitlin. If there was one land who was intolerant when it came to the white witches, it was the land of Wovile.
Before she ran from her relatives and her fiance along with the others, Caitlin had heard how the witches were burnt in the middle of nowhere and with no regard or question. People had grown intolerant of the witches because of what had happened in the past. It was the white witches and black witches who had opened the can of ill fate upon everyone and though the white witches had tried to fix it up, they were still in the burning side of the hate they received.
Penny looked at the tall grey church that stood like the loneliest building among the rest of the other houses and buildings that were situated away from it. They started to walk away from it after she took a good look at the church.
This was how life was, people came and went from a person"s life, like a traveler who didn"t say and it would only be them in the end. The church had come to turn to another home after Quinn"s mansion which she had gotten used to over the months she had stayed. To not be able to return again...it would take time to move from that anxious feeling, thought Penny to herself.
"You can always visit them," Caitlin commented when Penny didn"t speak and was instead walking down the road.
"Caitlin?"
"Yes?" asked the red-haired woman.
"Have you ever missed people back in Valeria when you ended up here in the slave establishment?" Penelope asked curiously as she had never heard about her mentioning anything about anyone else apart from her or her father.
The woman looked up at the cloudy sky, her eyes staring at them without blinking, she said, "There might have been some people whom I liked. People who I got along with but I am not sure if I miss them...Sometimes you want people around you. When I was small, a young girl, I wanted to be everyone"s favorite, to be loved by everyone while I was kind to the others. And maybe I was everyone"s favorite but when life toppled, I didn"t want to be anyone"s favorite. It is because of my aunt."
"She used to tell me I was the best. That I was her favorite child but when you come to realize and understand the meaning behind those words, I was her favorite child because I was one of the sacrificial elements to her. I think I erased people from my mind and don"t think it is worth going back to talk to them."
"Is it because you fear your ex-fiance will come after you?" Penny asked her aunt.
Caitlin smiled, a small twisted smile on her lips, "That might be a reason. The fear and shock that I felt before still lingers in my mind. I wonder if he will come after me to kill me if he finds that I am still alive."
"I will make sure he never hurts you," hearing Penny"s promise the woman smiled.
Her aunt was a white witch, older than her but the woman didn"t dare to touch the magic, and Penny wasn"t going to force Caitlin if she didn"t want to take part in it. Who they were was something that they couldn"t erase but it was also an option to walk the path of being a white witch or to turn away the eyes to not look at what was ahead of it.
"Thank you, Penny. I hope I never cross paths with him ever again," Caitlin murmured under her breath before saying, "I forgot to mention this to you, the clothes suits you very well," she complimented Penny"s attire which was tailored by Penelope and Damien"s specification.
"Do you want to wear something like this? The town isn"t too far from here," Penny offered and Caitlin quickly shook her head.
"I don"t think it would be of any use for me. I am fine with what I am wearing. Did Damien tell you how you will be creating the potions and other things?"
Penny shook her head. With the church closed, she didn"t know how she would be experimenting with the spells and potions, "We"ll find a way for it."
Caitlin nodded her head.
Continuing to walk down the road where there was less patch of mud acc.u.mulated, they placed their feet on the firm part of the soil which wouldn"t slip and make them fall. Penny then remembered something and pulled out the parchment she carried around with her.
"Caitlin, do you know how to read this one?" Penny had shown it to Damien last week, telling her how Father Antonio had handed it to her but she wasn"t able to read it.
Halting their footsteps, Caitlin took a look at the parchment, trying to read but she had no clue what she was looking at. Penny had been slightly hopeful but noticing the woman"s blank expression who later shook her head, she felt her heart sink.
"I am sorry I am not much of help," Caitlin apologized.
"No no, I don"t think any of us know how to read this. I wonder which language this is and who can decipher it," she sighed loudly.