Esmeralda waking up in lihgtke house in tge wood- Stop, stop, stop. That's too far ahead. Go back to the beggining. Nu, Moss Bosily. Right, if you won't do it, in correct gramar and spelling as well, I will. Ahem.
A child was born. She was in her worn out, wooden crib. A creature with a long black cloak slinked onto the balcony and put her hand on the door shapped barrier. Slidding into the house, it slipped up to the child's crib. She had a small bit of hair. The creature touched the child's hair and it turned blue from whatever it's original color was; the spell was only temperary so the being could get out of the town. It would revert back once she crossed the town line. The touch had awoken the child and she was about to wail for her mother or papa seeing as this thing was not either. The thing put a finger to her mouth and warmth radiated from the touch. It spread through her body and confused her only long enough for the creature to begin her next spell. She heard her mother's singing. The crib was rocking and the child couldn't resist the falling of her eyes. The creature took her in its arms and the scent of her mother was whiffed into her sense of smell.
Motherly instincts kicked in and the new mother had the feeling of getting kicked in the stomach. She shot up in her bed and spotted a cloaked holding her child in the turquoise blanket. She threw off the blanket, but her lover stayed asleep. She went over and pulled off the creature's hood for some reason she couldn't identify. Upon seeing the kidnapper's face, she gasped. "Tek," the mother breathed.
Tek was only her nickname for her given was complicated to say if the speaker was not in the correct culture. Sutekh: the most feared witch in the Magix dimension. Even the ancesteral witches trembled in her presence. Tek put her old, slender, wrinkly finger to her own lips and shhhhh-ed her. "We wouldn't want to wake her, now would we?" she whispered. "I told you I would get you back, but my work is not yet complete." She took a dangerous step towards the mother, causing her to back into and sit on the bed, but still not waken her love. "I will take your memories - both of your memories," she began in a menacingly soft voice, glancing at the sleeping form of the papa, "and only leave a blanket."
The mother shook her head. "No, you can't. She can't sleep without it," she elaborated quickly after seeing Tek's angered face of someone telling her what she could and couldn't do. She shook her head at her mistake, making her light purple hair fall over her shoulder. She held her hand behind her back and tried to summon the fire poker from beside the hearth.
But Tek was quicker. Putting the sleeping child in one arm, her other shot out and she caught the mother's. Tek clicked her tongue in the disappointment that her enemy underestimated her. Motherhood must make her do stupid things. One doesn't become the most feared witch in all the dimesions by falling for magic behind her enemy's back. She threw the mother's hand back, making her fall on her back on the bed. "Fine. You can keep your memories. Goodbye." She vanished leaving a cackle hanging in the air and an outline of her thin body in a charcoal colored sparkles. The poker flew to where the outline was.
The mother broke down crying, and that - that - woke the papa. "Fara? Fara, my sweet, what's wrong?" her lover questioned. The new papa gathered her in his arms as she told the story; they wept together. Don't tell the papa, but the mother sugar coated. The two drifted after that night, and eventually they seperated. They had casted a spell when the child was born that their love was her. So if they ever found her, they would get back together.
This is expetionally shorter than the other chapters will be.