The Grateful Rejection novel Chapter 6

The woman picked up the herbs that grew on the foot of the ancient tree. She lightly picked them up not trying to uproot it, when she had enough. She put the lid of the basket and began her journey back home. She could have just transported herself but she like to go out and breath in fresh air once in a while.1

Suddenly she felt a soul in distress, she furrowed her brows, it was not of a prey being hunted but of a supernatural's soul fighting what was not to this early. As a witch she can detect who's time has come to an end but this soul's hasn't and now it is fighting for survival. She rushed to the source of distress.1

When she reached a bank of a river she was horrified from the scene before her. A young girl barely 18 had her limbs disgustingly twisted in different directions, her face beaten to pulp with blood oozing out of her stomach ribs legs and arms colouring the water around her. A coyote was dragging the girls body by her shoulder. Petrified she ran towards them and threw the coyote away with her powers. The coyote scared for it's life, ran away with it's tail between it's leg.1

She reached the girl and crouch down, she begin mumbling a spell which landed them in the older woman's house with the young girl on the bed. The young girl was dead, there was no doubt in that but her soul didn't left her body, as if it is waiting for something to happen.1

The witch firstly put the bones back into it's original place even the ones that came out of the flesh. Her heart was beating in anger and pity, who would do such a thing to a girl. Such young at the most. She could feel her soul, it was pure but something rotten had been clawing her for a very long time.

When the bones were back into their places, she cleaned the wounds as fast as she could. There were cloths and bowls swimming in the air, cleaning the girl's wound.

She went to her dungeon where all the herbs, portions and paste were made by her. With her powers she made a powerful paste that heals a dead's wound. It took an hour to make it, she could feel the soul of the girl slowly losing to death. She hurried to the girl's and magically applied it all over her body and face. She already had a drink that speeds up a supernatural's ability heal and stabilize the neurological working.

She had sensed the girl being a werewolf and just like what a werewolf would want she created a big green bubble around her. Inside the bubble the werewolf can heal faster as the wolf would be thinking it's in a Forest. The unbreakable bubble will not let her scent go out of it and will give her warmth of all the smell the wolf enjoys.

Aurelia, the centuries old witch sat on the couch in the far end of the room. Looking at such a youngling suffer so mercilessly is unearthly. How in the world can any being hurt such a pure soul. In search of answers she made her way inside the bubble and sat near the head of the young one.3

She lightly placed her hands on both sides of her head and closed her eyes mumbling a spell in her mind.

She was past a big gush of wind that sent her flying to the last memory of the young girl. Aurelia stood in the middle of the dense forest, there were sound coming behind her. She turned to see a distant tent setup for a ceremony. She hear two people talking a head of her, curiously she made her way towards the sound. She saw the youngling crying and talking to another young man. The man took her waist and pulled her to himself and timidly kissed her.

Aurelia was confused, they looked like a couple but what made her end up like the way she did. But it didn't take long to figure out as a screeching voice came from behind. From there it was a rush, everyone blaming the poor girl who was rolling on her back clutching her stomach as she wailed in pain.

Aurelia watched in terror as the child's own parents broke her limbs and crushed her face. She couldn't comprehend all the emotion she felt towards them, her hand were itching to help the young woman but it doesn't matter what she does now. Tears flowed out of Aurelia's eyes at the mere brutality of the people who was supposed to be her family, love her and cherish her.

Her heart literally stopped beating when she saw two men forcing their way into the youngling. She closed her eyes and turned her head crying as she heard the young one take her final breath. She stood there rooted to her place when she saw a woman drag the juvenile drag her to the edge of the cliff and throw her off it. Her knees buckle and she fell down on her knees crying for the little girl.2

She removed her hands and kissed the girls forehead, "I'll take care of you, baby." she whispered and came out of the room.

She was disgusted who how spiteful and barbaric a person could be, she was shaking in rage bit she knew better than to act on the just yet. Then something unexpected happened, she felt a dead soul. Scared she ran to the room and into the bubble, she was confused why did she feel like this when the girl was now breathing, though shallow but still.

Then something in her told her to touch her stomach. When she did, she felt the youngling's child dead in her womb. She stifled a cry and began to prepare to take out the fetus.2

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Aurelia sat on the porch, drinking her herbal tea as she waited for her daughter to arrive. Moments later she saw a worn out car pull up, she stood up in anticipation for her daughter to hug her. A young woman came out of the car with a huge smile on her face. She shut the door and sprinted towards her mother, "MMMMAAAA" She yelled and jumped on her mother. She pick Aurelia up in her arms and spined her around. Aurelia felt drowsy after some round, "Now put me down, you'll break your back" Aurelia scold laughed at her immature daughter.

Aurelia hugged her youngest daughter, Arora and kissed her forehead, "You've been gone for so long" the mother commented and took her in with her arms wrapped around her shoulder. The daughter looked guilty and looked up at her mother with her innocent eyes, "Sorry maa, the bakery is not doing so well. I had to make so many changes, fire some people and hire new ones" she said explaining her situation.

Cakery, it was a bakery Aurelia opened during the 1800's when income was very less by her husband and children. The bakery had helped her in the past but now it is being more of a liability than an asset but Aurelia didn't wanted to close it. She had too many memories there.

Arora sighed and went inside the house. She felt a presence of another supernatural in the house, "Mom is there someone in the house?" She asked her mother cautiously, looking intently at the door that lead to the young girl's room.

Aurelia looked at her daughter with a sad smile, "Yeah.. there is one youngling in the house.. " she trailed off.