Hi everyone. Just a little note, this chapter will be religious since many fairy tales are centered over some kind of religion. Plus, it will later help set up other characters for future stories. Please, enjoy.

Chapter 10: The Inevitable Fate

-Narration-

After that night, the girl shall continue to "tell" her story (life). Despite the chapter of her book (life) has ended, the stories (other lives) still need the story-teller (me) to finished their endings...

-Theresa's P.O.V-

I cannot be at piece. I will NEVER be at piece. Not after my story (life) ended short. However, now that I'm out of the picture, I can now conduct (narrate) the stories. I am now a revengeful spirit or in the Greek myths, Keres (spirit of violent death). Despite the life of my body is now long gone, my spirit still lives till this day. After my death, my spirit wander around the Earth, just like my grandfather. It is bound to the Earth, where I would roam around in the Dark Forest. Over these past few days, I have gain the answers to some of my questions.

My mother was a white witch so by the time she gave birth to my little brother, the villagers shunned her from society, even her adopted family were ashamed and would look down upon her. That explained why many people didn't show any sympathy after rumors spread that my mother was gone when she fled into the forest. The only reason why they were all nice to me is because they pitied me for being born from a witch. As for my father, he was killed because he was a werewolf. That is why I could understand wolves and why they never would attack me.

As for grandfather, he was the first victim of my grandmother's gluttony. A long time ago, after his "accidental death", she went into town. There, because she was the wife of a former nobleman... She has inherit all his wealth and riches. It was just disgusting just like her growing feeling of hunger. All my love ones died in the hands of the witch. I can never forget how she killed me on that day. It was that gloomy day when the night of dusk covered the entire land in darkness. During the first week after my death, my body showed no sings of decomposition for some strange reason. However, that doesn't change the fact that my grandmother tossed my lifeless body in an old dusty room like an old doll meant to be forgotten. She was never my grandmother in the first place. She is now the Blind Witch of the Dark Forest.

-Narration-

The girl despised the witch who was her grandmother for she took the girl's life away from her as she did with her daughter, Ernest, and Peter. The spirit of the girl still doesn't know what had happened to her little brother though, but the more she wander around the Earth, she grew more hateful and resentful towards her grandmother. Like the raging fire, her anger for revenge only rise to become even more destructive then ever. It spread like wildfire, reaching out to all the other desperate souls that fell victim to the witch's gluttony. There were still many things the girl could have explored, but her fate (life) was sealed the moment she entered that cursed house.

-Theresa's P.O.V-

I soon learn that the axe that the Blind Witch has struck me with is one of the Weapons of Vice. There are seven Weapons of Vice made by the Dämonen (demons) many years ago. Meant to be brought to the surface of the Earth to wreck terror and destruction upon the people. However, one day, the weakened "evil" retreated back into the depth of the Earth. Needing someone to carry out their acts of evil deeds for them, they seek help from mortal souls that are still living. So these mortals would sign a contract to form a "pack" with the Devil in order to gain whatever they want in exchange of receiving these curse weapons. These deadly weapons contained a part of the Devil's power in them. If a person were to be killed by these cursed weapons, the soul became "detached" (separated) from the body. However, if wounded, then they will become infected with the wrong as the victims.

As for the owners of these cursed objects, they are the so-called "hosts" who bring evil upon innocent people. Like the black plague that brings death, the "hosts" carries the wrongs to spread to others. Seven certain individuals are choose to correspond to their wrongs. These individuals are also known as the Seven Vessels of Damion who oppose to the Seven Chosen Princesses of Mother Nature. Once a contract with the Devil is made, the vessels are given longer life span, youth and aging more slowly than the normal rate of human beings. That contract grandmother made a long time ago, was to help her survived the Great Famine. Her wrong is Gluttony.

You might call it "revenge" against the old woman, but I call it "justice" because it's not to only satisfy me. Everyone else also demands justice for their stolen lives. We can all be set free if the witch is dead. Unfortunately, the numbers of victims only grew as the wrongs of that old crone. After my death, the old Blind Witch transformed her house into sweets to lure innocent, naïve children like me into her warmly welcome surprise. It was disgusting for the witch to trick those poor little girls and boys. Many have fallen and their corpse is piled next to mine in the old dusty room. There was only one thing in my mind that will satisfy me and that is my revenge. However, it seemed impossible and unlikely to happen since many children followed the same fate as me upon entering the house. That is until three years later….

-Narration-

Three years have past and someone came to pay a visit to the Blind Witch. He was not a child, but a grown young man. He has returned ever since that day. Just who is this man? Do you remember?

-Louis' P.O.V-

It has been many years since I've escaped from the witch's clutches a long time ago. I have lost so much. My friends and eventually my family. After I left the forest, I went to train myself to face against the witch. However, one day, I received news that my child was taken away by that same witch. No words can described how I felt that day. I was enraged and decided to return home. I returned three years later after my training from a far away country.

'It looks so different.' I thought as I saw the old cottage transformed into a gingerbread house filled with many sweets and candy.

I hid behind the bushes when I saw a crows. Some people say that these cursed birds are used as the witch's eyes.

"You looked certain." a voice suddenly spoke.

I turned around, startled at the voice. Behind me is a young woman of seventeen.

"Who are you?" I whispered, not wanting to catch the crow's attention.

"I am one, but the many victims that fell into that witch's traps. She was once my grandmother, but she is no longer..." she trailed off.

"Are you..." I couldn't finished my sentence.

"Dead?" the girl finished for me. "Yes, I am."

I took a good look at her. The girl has dark brown hair let down and grey eyes. She wore a white blouse and black corset and skirt. On her chest is a mark as if something has pierce her skin. Turning my attention back to the house, I asked...

"If your dead, how come I can see you?" I questioned.

"Because I can't moved on. Plus, it could be because you feel the same way I do: lost and lonely. What do you expect to happen once you defeat the witch?" she asked me her question.

"I don't know. I just want to avenge my friends." I answered.

"I see. Then let my help motivate you. One of your friend has a son." she started.

"Fritz? Yes, I recall him having a son." I replied.

"Peter, was his name." she told me.

"You know him?" I asked as she nodded her head.

"He died protecting me." she spoke.

"What?" I turned my attention to the girl.

"But more than just him or me. Many children were also killed once they saw this house of sweets. Innocent little ones. We can't even move on." she explained. "Not as long as she is still alive."

"Then I'll put a stop to her." I insisted.

"Then I'll wished you good luck." the girl answered before disappearing.

-Narration-

The young man entered the house. There he found many bones that belongs to many children. In his dreams, he would hear this woman's voice warning him about the witch's weapon. She would used it to keep the bodies fresh and later on, eat them. He was creep out by all the death that has happened in this tiny house. He quietly went upstairs. Many rooms were filled with dead bodies. Only one single room was closed. He enter the room very slowly and saw her...

Slowly, like the huntsman he was trained to be, he crept up on the sleeping witch. She was like a wolf, who was stuff. He also noticed that on her face, her eyelids were scarred, both of them. So that explains how the witch becomes blind. He remembered Fritz once killed this witch, but she was brought back. That was because he used her own weapon. He learned from Fritz's mistake, by using his own weapon. His dagger.

However, he won't be using his dagger for a swift kill, for he wants to do it with magic since mortal weapons probably wouldn't work. He noticed a cup of water. His decided to spice the drink with a petrification spell. One drink and the witch will turn into stone. When the witch awakes, she was at first thirty. So using her nose, she grabbed for the cup and drink... Slowly, she turned into stone. To make sure she doesn't break the spell... He break the stone statue, crumbling it to many pieces.

-Theresa's P.O.V-

Sometime later, the man I met finished his revenge. With the Blind Witch dead, all the fresh bodies started to turn into dust. All, except mine. Many spirits of the dead left the house and can finally move on. However, I didn't. I still wanted to know about my brother and how he is doing. Once I know that he's fine, I can move on. A few days later, I've finally met him.

He is fifteenth and he has been searching for me when he was thirteen! I wished I could have been alive. My little brother was taken in as the King's personal knight in a kingdom somewhere in Switzerland. I was grateful that he had a good life. Two princesses of that kingdom treated him like their own brother and he, in turn treats the princesses like his sisters. I was touched at these princesses who care for my brother. However, as I am already dead, I can't join him. So instead, I gave him my red cloak since it could come in use someday. I also gave him the pictures of our family, so he'll always remember.

"Are you sure there isn't any other way?" he asked before he left.

"I can't. I'm sorry." I replied.

"That's okay." he assured me.

I smiled for the first time, "Go. Enjoy your new life and... Your new family."

"I will, thanks Theresa!" he happily exclaimed as he ran out the house.

I no longer had anything to hold me back now. I can finally leave this wretched place.

"Is that so?" a voice questioned.

I saw him. Talk about the Devil... Literally. He came to visit the crumbled body of the Blind Witch. The axe I thought was no longer working suddenly started to glow red. He was enhancing it, resurrecting her. She was alive once more. I couldn't help, but let out a long sigh in distressed. I'm now trapped again. So long the Blind Witch is around, I can't leave or moved on!

I thought I'd never be able to leave, that is… Until...

I hope you found this chapter fun or enjoyable. In some variation of Hansel and Gretel, the witch has treasure in her house. This is my way of explaining where she got her treasure from. Remember to leave a comment. See you.