The White & The Gold

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Okay guys, I’m here to give you some some! First off, I’m not an expert at this, but I’m all for trying out new stuff. Anyways, here’s the gist:

Death is a really funny thing, you know. You’d say hi, to a friend, family, partner, whomever today, and tomorrow you’d wake up only to find out that they’re gone. Gone. Just like that. And that was exactly what happened to me.

I remember I was sat by a rock – drifting in and out of consciousness – weak and spent from using all of my energy to escape the death that had befallen my brethren in the distance ahead of me. It was by that spot my uncle found me. My hair was matted with dry sweat and ash, and in wild disarray on my head. My frilly nightdress was covered in dirt and torn around the bottom, and the sole of my feet covered in blisters. I was vaguely aware of uncle Alfred speaking to me in my mother’s tongue before I passed out again.

When I woke up, it was to sunlight filtering through the high windows of the room I was in, my body was weak and achy all over. My aunt was by my bed the moment I whimpered. I opened my eyes again to look at her, and immediately I was hopeful. Maybe it was all a terrible nightmare and this, this was my mother waking me up for breakfast. I was full of hope, my heartbeat was thundering in my ears, the blood in my veins very alive, my eyes watering, but my mind, my mind was trying to combat the conflicting image from the previous night. Images of the fire that ravaged my home in ferocious hunger played at the fore of my mind, the cries that filled the air as the day began to break couldn’t be silenced either. In spite it all, I was hopeful.

“Ma,” I croaked out as she gave me some water to drink and smiled at me. But the smile was so sad I didn’t need anyone to tell me everything that happened the night before was real.

“You’re finally awake, Ann,” she said to me as she gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder and settled the cup on the wooden table by the bed frame. “You gave your uncle a fright throughout the two days’ journey here.”

“Two days?” I whispered, my voice not yet back.

Again with that smile, she said, “Yes. You slept throughout the journey and some more after you arrived.”

“How many more?”

“Seven, today would make it eight.”

She looked so sad to me, I knew she was staying strong for me. She’d lost her sister the same way I had lost Belle and Kathie and Joe and John. I felt so alone.

I couldn’t believe mama and papa were dead. My mind would sometimes whisper to me, “No, that can’t be. We played in the field last night under the stars. We even made plans to go to Outer Town”, as if denying it will somehow erase the truth. The truth that they had left this plane of existence into the spiritual one.
There were days I wondered, did I do anything really special to deserve this life? Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this life? Why not me?

Time however did make it just a little better and my new family did their best for me. My uncle Alfred and my aunt Margret trained me in the best possible way they could train a very powerful child.

Now I’ve lived eleven more decades after that and I know that in some way I must find out the truth of that painful night and avenge my family’s destruction. I have trained eleven decades for that and I have gotten even more powerful. And nothing will stop me from seeing to this mission even if it means my death!

Yes, I hear the rumors spreading around town that I am the last of my kind…. If only they knew what I truly am, they’d run from me, cower in great fear, and seek to kill me.

I am the daughter of the last known White, the most powerful witches to have ever walked this plane of existence, and the daughter of a gold dragon – the most feared creatures on this plane and beyond.
And my name is Andrea.

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P.S: Hey hey! I hope you enjoyed reading this post. Kindly leave a comment let me know what you think. In case you missed Andrea and Andrea: Embers of Flame, read here and here respectively.

Love,

Chris!•

29 thoughts on “The White & The Gold”

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    Olufemi Shonubi says:

    Ann! 11 decades!! That’s some scary stuff there. Well, let’s just say didn’t see that coming.

    Another good piece @Chrissy.

    Keep ’em coming.

    Cheers

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