Disclaimer. (just a short one, i mention self harm/ suicide here , so if thats a trigger, please skip this chapter.

thank you for reading this far!)

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It's been a long time since Zelda has felt that kind of pain and it strucks her more then she'd think it would. Of course she'd known the relationship was more or less one sided, but she'd loved him deeply, wanting nothing more but to serve him and make him happy. So she tares the yellow paper apart and pushes the little snippets into her bag. Lying down she feels numb. "You are nothing." A voice in her head tells her. "You are worthless. You don't deserve to be loved." Louder and louder the voice screams at her until she's crying. Muffling the sound she bites into her hand, tasting blood she bites down again. After few hours she gets up, sitting in the dark down near the water. "Get into it, drown, bitch." It would be so easy, to give up the responsibility. But then again she has a mission. She could not let Sabrina down, but has to feel at least something other than the pain Faustus has coursed her. So she takes a large piece of wood, strips down and smacks her back. Once, twice. After a short time her back is bleeding. It hurts like hell, but even this is better then to feel the heartbreak.

Still crying she glides down on her knees and preys to the dark lord to have mercy. When the sun strikes her face the next morning the tears have dried on her cheeks. Washing her face with the water, patting some on the cuts of her back she, pulls up. Dress and wakes Miss Wardwell. "Are you okay?" The older witch asks her, concerned. "It would be really inconvenient to have a mental breakdown right now. From now on I don't know the way. The forest changes every few years, it's a protection from what's in here." Glancing over to the other witch Miss Wardwell gets up.

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I went west

At a river I found the blue sponge, caught a blue bird and a tree carrying a blue leave. The I went into The Valley, deep down into a cave. When the moon is the fullest, i went to the lowest cave, in The Valley. There, at the gate of hell blooms a flower, i picked it up. Then I returned. Zozo will be banished if you claim "be gone demon" after eating the ingredients. This had to happen on a Thursday. I was to late. She was gone.

Hilda reads again and again. The protagonists Lilith, has Zozo possessed her lover, by playing with an ouiji board, heading off to save her. Getting all of the ingredients seemed easy, only she was to late to safe her. What a tragic story. Hopefully Zelda was fast enough.

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Walking is difficult, when you have your back sliced open. Moving hurts, but by now Zeldas used to the feeling. She knows it will heal eventually, like the times before. She would not call it a habit, but every now and then she snaps, Hilda had confronted her about it once or twice but she just blocked down and snapped at her.

"Thank satan the weather is a bit more mild", she mumbles to herself, drinking a sip of fresh water, filled in a small bottle. The more they walk the darker and more twisted the woods get.

"Lets take a short break." Miss Wardwell sits down and gets out her lunch. It's old bread and a small bird, she has left over from yesterday's trip. Tossing a small bit of it to her familiar they sit eating. "What exactly are we looking for, if I may ask?", Zelda looks up, wincing in pain, her back hurts still. Reaching over, Miss Wardwell hands her the list. "So we only got the sponge? But it's only 3 days left for the full moon!" Zelda shrieks, shaking suddenly. "I'm eating the bird my sandwich and I've already picked the leave, so we just need the flower. And this part is crucial, so we should actually go on." Just as they are about to get up, they hear a rustling. "Get DOWN." Mary screams, suddenly in distress. "Why?" Zeldas confused, staying in her sitting position.

"It's probably just a bird- she Stopps. A huge black shadows comes down , grabbing Miss Wardwell, a loud scream echoes trough the woods, reflecting from the trees. "Let go of her!" Zelda shouts. It's not identifiable, a dark, bearesque animal has the witch firmly in her hands. "Kill it", she shriekes, the beast walking of with her captivated. Without thinking Zelda grabs the small knife next to her starts running after them, starting to hex the creature . But none of the spells work. She jumps, her back tearing open, blood staining her dress, landing on the back of the beast, sliding it's throat open. It collapses onto the ground, blood spreading over the leaves. "Fuck." Miss Wardwell climbs out of the mess. "Is it dead?" Zelda is breathing heavily, panting. "I think so." Mary's legs shake the smallest bit, giving away she's as effected and shook by the attack like Zelda. They hurry back to the few things. " oh my god your back, are you hurt?" She lays hand on the wounds, letting Zelda twitch under the pain.

"It's probably nothing, I'll go wash up." Turning around to get to the river. Miss Wardwell grabs her arm. "No, let me see." Pushing her Downing's a tree trunk, holding her in place firmly. "Really, it's nothing." Zelda mumbles, red from embarrassment, over her own actions. After yesterday's breakdown she's feeling much better, not hurting as much emotionally as before. Another good thing about cutting herself.

Unzipping the blue dress setting free the self infused wounds she shakes her head.

"The bear must have gotten me how. I didn't even noticed it until just now." She lies "God, Zelda, why did you do that?" Dipping a cloth into water she starts to clean the dried blood of. "This will probably scar." But next to the other scars it would not matter. Tears well up in Zeldas eyes, so she can trust her voice, therefor just shaking her head. "I'll need to clean it. Somehow. Otherwise it'll infect. Stay like this." She vanishes into the woods, coming back with a snail. "This will hurt." The snail touches her back, but the pain is only moderately. The soft hand of the other women, are roaming carelessly over her back. She leans into, before she knows what she's doing. Leaning to the touch. Then the hands stop, and Zeldas noticing what she has done. Why in Satan's name did she do that. She hopes the witch did not notice the slight shift. " ill have to clean the dress as well." She snaps, in her usual firm tone. "Thank you, miss Wardwell." She adds hesitantly, walking fast to the river. Cleaning the dress, the other witch approaches her. "Just call me Mary, lets stop with that last name Bullshit." Zelda looks up. "Okay? Zelda." She reaches out her hand only to have the older witch to drop a few centimetres and kiss the hand, holding eye contact. "Nice to meet you Zelda." Her lips burn on Zeldas hand, she retracts it, holding her breath. "Here I brought you some other clothes so we can move on." Mary holds out a black pair of pants and a lacy shirt. "Should fit you." She turns around a laughs again. The pants fit well. Her hips filling the dark fabric out. The shirt is a tiny bit to small. It's not uncomfortable, but a bit of a tucking is bothering her. Shaking her head she as the best dress out of the water, wringing it out and walking back to the temporary camp.

"We need to get to this part of the woods." Mary has yet again the list in her hands. After this day we will need another 2 days of strict marching and then we could make it." Her eyes drop shortly to Zeldas outfit, without her noticing. "Nice shirt, kinky."