Lucia Phoebe Thorne

She had to learn to live somehow, but all she wanted to do was lay down in a field of flowers and scream- she stopped for a moment noticing a trail of flowers leading to somewhere. Reluctantly she forced herself to get up, noticing how some of the flowers were light and dark, and the dark flowers reminded her of, "Calypso." She ignored the scratches on her hand from the tree bark, now following the trail of flowers not afraid to sob her heart out while she did so, her mentor had known she was going to die and could it be she had- she no longer found herself looking at the flowers. For the flowers ended in front of a quaint cottage and she allowed herself to breathe, here farther into the forest she would be safe, and remember herself for who she once was, the witches apprentice.

Over the past couple of months, she grew content with the world around her, but that didn't stop the ache in her chest whenever she thought of Calypso, her mentor, and the last gift she had given her a shelter from the villagers who had been out to kill her next. There was a stack of letters she left at her makeshift wooden desk for Calypso it was no surprise that she missed her dearly, for she had been the only one in her life who had cared for her. She took a deep breath, focusing on the tasks ahead of her, her lips twitched upwards into a rueful smile as she talked and tended to the plants as though they were her children which in a sense they were she'd have to look after them, like she had been looked after. That was until she heard the sound of a branch snapping and flinched, dark green eyes narrowed to what or whoever it could possibly be her voice fearful, "Who's there?"