A.N. Oh dude!!^___^ I feel loved! Thank you sooooooo MUCH for reviewing my story so far!
Okay ,time for chapter 3! Phew lets hope i can handel this! Now on with the story.
Just a little note on this Chap,this chapter takes place in Victorias past.
Mama
Chapter 3
A young girl jumped up the old stone stairs of the church.
"Poppy?" she yelled . "Mama?" she yelled again her tiny bare feet 'pitter-patting' against the floor. Her wide aburn eyes were brimmed with tears as she pushed open the doors of the chapel. "Mama, Papa?" she yelled again,pleaing for her parents.
"Victoria! Run! " the North and South wind screamed in her ears.
"No! Where is Mama?" she yelped at the wind echoing through the empty chapel.
The willows outside were weeping non-stop,as the girl cried out for the elements to help her.
The waxing moon took pity ,"Child, she is in the back room.You know which one,with the ceder door?" The little one nodded ,thanking the Lady for her awnser and quickly ran past the dusty pews in the churches main room.
"Mama!" she yelled ,"I'm coming Papa!"
"Come back ,Victoria, come back!" howeled the East wind .
Victoria ran faster, her feets barley touched the creeky wooden floors of the old church .
She screech down the west hall ,down the empty candlelight corridor ,past the old paintings of the Irish Saints,her mother always told her never to look at directly in the eye.
They would curse her,as they did her mother.
Dust flying behind her and the crimson drapes ,and golden tassels swaying in an errie breeze humming,"Mmm ,hmm verunm,mm hmmm",she made it to the back room.
It's ceder doors akeing and grumbled about 'being too old' as she open them.
"Mama?" she whispered ."Papa?"
Silence.
Again,"Mama?" "Papa?"
Total,and utter, silence. No crickets,no wind,no humming breeze,just silence.
Her feet move slowly forward into the dark room,she had never been in here before.
Mama,as a matter of fact,never let her near the room,but Papa did.
Papa,who was the priest and owner of the church,let her near it a few times,but never,ever,inside.
Victoria had a vague memory of about two years ago,when she was three;Papa had taken Mommy ,into that ceder doored room,and they hadn't come out for two days.
"Mama?" she choked . A shadow of a chain showed on the floor,liqued dripped from it ,but made no sound.
A moan,the door slammed shut.
"Mama!" Victoria cried out frightened.
"Deary! Deary!" spoke the moon in sad murmers,as it creep into veiwin the single window of the room.
"Hush,be quiet and very still,listen to me!"
Victoria kept her feet glued to the spot ,only her shoulders quaking with silent sobs.
"Good! Now do as I tell you ,and when I tell you!"
Victoria listened and obeyed.
"Good,now you will hear footsteps in a moment, do not be scared,just keep your eyes on me and listen to my voice.
Footsteps indeed,thick footsteps ,slow footsteps.
Killing footsteps.
"Now,little one, move your right arm slowly,to your left hip and grip,where the air has my aura."
Victoria kept her eyes on the Goddess ,as she slowly moved her right arm to her left ,gripping the are where the air was warm,nuturing,and solid.
"Good,now,when I say three,unsheeth ,and swiftly turn around and lunge quickly and smoothly,like your mother taught you to."
The footsteps drew closer,and closer,'till she could hear the owner of those feet breathe.
"One." the moon breathed.
"Two."
"Now Three!"
Quickly with the sound of metal,slash of skin,agonys scream,and a sicking thud,Victoria did as she was told.
"Good girl,good girl." the Moon said comforting the child.
But Victoria's eyes dared to glance at what had fallen,the bloody alabaster dagger she held soon fell with a thud to the wooden floor.
"Papa....."
"Papa! "she yelled screaming at the dead corpse on the floor.
"Papa!You made me kill PAPA!" she yelled at the moon,reaching out to her fathers body for help.
"No,Victoria,that is not your Papa!" the moon cursed spitting on the body.
"His name is one to be spat on and to be killed!"
"That is not your father! Do not touch him!"
"Mama!" the little maid cried.
"Mama..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Uncle Skimble had come ,and took her away .
Away from the fences of stone ,and green valleys and flowing rivers.
To a place where she was told everything,her mothers name,her mothers duty,now,her duty.
She was told her rank ,taught her role,and christened a child that would never cry.
Mother was a witch,Papa was a Protestant-Priest/Knight.
Papa,the real Papa,had died in a fight with him.
The Papa,Victoria,had always known,was just a wolf in sheeps,orher fathers,skin.
Mama had known ever since 'Papa' came home.
Mama hid her identity well,and the identity of her daughter.
She never awnsered any of his questions,directly,or truthfully.
And never let on that she was wiccan.
Her mask though, soon fell off.
He killed Mama, he killed her body many times,but her spirt still lived.
It lived long enough to find Quaxo,and tell,and save him and others.
Despite Victorias luck at killing her'Papa', his spirit went back to his body.
Her mother gone,Victoria soon learned all her mother did,except she learned one thing more..
Hate.
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A.N. Well, there's Chapter 3 please more reviews! ^___^
And some more opions about what to do!^__^
I might just use one of your ideas!
Okay ,time for chapter 3! Phew lets hope i can handel this! Now on with the story.
Just a little note on this Chap,this chapter takes place in Victorias past.
Mama
Chapter 3
A young girl jumped up the old stone stairs of the church.
"Poppy?" she yelled . "Mama?" she yelled again her tiny bare feet 'pitter-patting' against the floor. Her wide aburn eyes were brimmed with tears as she pushed open the doors of the chapel. "Mama, Papa?" she yelled again,pleaing for her parents.
"Victoria! Run! " the North and South wind screamed in her ears.
"No! Where is Mama?" she yelped at the wind echoing through the empty chapel.
The willows outside were weeping non-stop,as the girl cried out for the elements to help her.
The waxing moon took pity ,"Child, she is in the back room.You know which one,with the ceder door?" The little one nodded ,thanking the Lady for her awnser and quickly ran past the dusty pews in the churches main room.
"Mama!" she yelled ,"I'm coming Papa!"
"Come back ,Victoria, come back!" howeled the East wind .
Victoria ran faster, her feets barley touched the creeky wooden floors of the old church .
She screech down the west hall ,down the empty candlelight corridor ,past the old paintings of the Irish Saints,her mother always told her never to look at directly in the eye.
They would curse her,as they did her mother.
Dust flying behind her and the crimson drapes ,and golden tassels swaying in an errie breeze humming,"Mmm ,hmm verunm,mm hmmm",she made it to the back room.
It's ceder doors akeing and grumbled about 'being too old' as she open them.
"Mama?" she whispered ."Papa?"
Silence.
Again,"Mama?" "Papa?"
Total,and utter, silence. No crickets,no wind,no humming breeze,just silence.
Her feet move slowly forward into the dark room,she had never been in here before.
Mama,as a matter of fact,never let her near the room,but Papa did.
Papa,who was the priest and owner of the church,let her near it a few times,but never,ever,inside.
Victoria had a vague memory of about two years ago,when she was three;Papa had taken Mommy ,into that ceder doored room,and they hadn't come out for two days.
"Mama?" she choked . A shadow of a chain showed on the floor,liqued dripped from it ,but made no sound.
A moan,the door slammed shut.
"Mama!" Victoria cried out frightened.
"Deary! Deary!" spoke the moon in sad murmers,as it creep into veiwin the single window of the room.
"Hush,be quiet and very still,listen to me!"
Victoria kept her feet glued to the spot ,only her shoulders quaking with silent sobs.
"Good! Now do as I tell you ,and when I tell you!"
Victoria listened and obeyed.
"Good,now you will hear footsteps in a moment, do not be scared,just keep your eyes on me and listen to my voice.
Footsteps indeed,thick footsteps ,slow footsteps.
Killing footsteps.
"Now,little one, move your right arm slowly,to your left hip and grip,where the air has my aura."
Victoria kept her eyes on the Goddess ,as she slowly moved her right arm to her left ,gripping the are where the air was warm,nuturing,and solid.
"Good,now,when I say three,unsheeth ,and swiftly turn around and lunge quickly and smoothly,like your mother taught you to."
The footsteps drew closer,and closer,'till she could hear the owner of those feet breathe.
"One." the moon breathed.
"Two."
"Now Three!"
Quickly with the sound of metal,slash of skin,agonys scream,and a sicking thud,Victoria did as she was told.
"Good girl,good girl." the Moon said comforting the child.
But Victoria's eyes dared to glance at what had fallen,the bloody alabaster dagger she held soon fell with a thud to the wooden floor.
"Papa....."
"Papa! "she yelled screaming at the dead corpse on the floor.
"Papa!You made me kill PAPA!" she yelled at the moon,reaching out to her fathers body for help.
"No,Victoria,that is not your Papa!" the moon cursed spitting on the body.
"His name is one to be spat on and to be killed!"
"That is not your father! Do not touch him!"
"Mama!" the little maid cried.
"Mama..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Uncle Skimble had come ,and took her away .
Away from the fences of stone ,and green valleys and flowing rivers.
To a place where she was told everything,her mothers name,her mothers duty,now,her duty.
She was told her rank ,taught her role,and christened a child that would never cry.
Mother was a witch,Papa was a Protestant-Priest/Knight.
Papa,the real Papa,had died in a fight with him.
The Papa,Victoria,had always known,was just a wolf in sheeps,orher fathers,skin.
Mama had known ever since 'Papa' came home.
Mama hid her identity well,and the identity of her daughter.
She never awnsered any of his questions,directly,or truthfully.
And never let on that she was wiccan.
Her mask though, soon fell off.
He killed Mama, he killed her body many times,but her spirt still lived.
It lived long enough to find Quaxo,and tell,and save him and others.
Despite Victorias luck at killing her'Papa', his spirit went back to his body.
Her mother gone,Victoria soon learned all her mother did,except she learned one thing more..
Hate.
~*~*~~~*~******~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
A.N. Well, there's Chapter 3 please more reviews! ^___^
And some more opions about what to do!^__^
I might just use one of your ideas!