The Witch and the Slaves
Prologue
The Witch Lucy kneeled in front of the two present headstones, silently replacing a bouquet of red roses on the left headstone and a bouquet of yellow roses on the right. She sighed out loud, reading the names etched into the stones for the thousandth time that day. Her smile dropped every time it hovered over the dates. A mere year had past. She knew how much they cared for her, how much they never wanted to leave her alone, but human lives were fickle things. The fact that they lasted only 1/10,000th of her life was cruel.
Lucy stood up to finally leave. It was getting dark and any longer in the graveyard was just creepy.
Help, please!
Slightly startled, she stared at the sky as though to locate the voices. There were two voices, she was certain.
Please! Even if we have to wake up in this hell hole again. We don't want to die! Please, anyone!
Lucy blinked and suddenly found herself in front of two very dirty, very worn and bleeding boys. The one with black and white head of unruly hair had tears running freely down his face, leaving a trail on his dirt strained cheeks. The maroon headed boy grimaced under the wound eating through his arm. The black and white was in no better condition. The two had been beaten black and blue and taking pity for the two, the Witch Lucy healed them without a second's thought.
The two boys shocked to see years of pain and abuse melting away so easily, gaped wide-eyed at the lady in a pitch black dress adorning a brimmed hat with what seemed like pretty stars circling her head. Her twinkling eyes gave each boy a careful onceover and nodded with a relieved smile, happy to see that the wounds were gone. Lucy then turned around to give the room they were in a disapproving glare, seeing how filthy the conditions the boys had to live in.
Crouching near them, Lucy gave each a friendly smile and whispered loud enough for only them to hear, "It was the two of you that called me, wasn't it?"
Both boys, although grateful for her healing powers, flinched away from her. Neither daring to utter a word, afraid that she might harm them in any way. Lucy frowned at the cowering boys and sighed loudly. How should she get the boys to talk? They were the ones that called for her.
'Come on. You got this!'
'Yeah, just be yourself,'
Two voices she missed dearly called out in her mind. And immediately, she knew what to do.
"I won't hurt you," she said soothingly, "I'm here to help."
The pale boy lifted his head at her sweet voice. His trembling began to fade as he faced her.
"My name is Lucy. What are yours?" she asked with calmness.
She knew being anything but calm could scare the boys and make getting near them harder. Been tired from her own tears that day, she did not want to have to start all over again when she could see that they were making some progress.
The two boys gave each other identical looks and quietly nod to one another. Before Lucy could question them on it however, they opened their mouths to speak.
"My name is Cobra," the dark-skinned one said.
"I'm Midnight," murmured the pale one.
Not sure where this is going but we gotta start somewhere! This is just a prologue so there might not be much to say but reviews are appreciated!
Love,
~StormAria~