Natural Witch: Harnessing the Power
Ekaterina Romanova
Cover designer Ekaterina Romanova
© Ekaterina Romanova, 2017
© Ekaterina Romanova, cover design, 2017
ISBN 978-5-4485-2559-9
Created with the intelligent publishing system Ridero
Water - the source of strength, the mother of all living things, the keeper of peace and wisdom, cradled the tired body, caressing it with salty waves. Spread like a star, I let the current carry me. Completely dissolved in power - an endless unbridled stream. How can you harness the ocean? Tornado? A flame that devours everything in its path? You can only allow yourself to be led, to become a guide...
The clouds overhead are unusually strange. Heavy, as if overflowing, but unable to pour out. Smiling, I raised my hand to meet them, but streams of blood fell on me. Slippery tentacles wrapped around my body and pulled me into the icy depths of the salty waters. I didn’t even have time to scream, choking in the red-colored ocean.
“Having washed with the blood of the highest and the blood of the beast, you will choke on your own,” the words of the seer stood in the ears. The first blood is an archangel, the second is a werewolf. Death, perhaps, is not the worst punishment now, when I found out that Andalise - my life, my blood, my flower is no more ...
Dark. Pain. Impotence. Fear. Apathy. I don't know how I am. I am no more.
“Look at me, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth. This is the name I gave to my doll. My father, who loved me more than my sisters, carved a toy from an ordinary wooden chock, which I never parted with and which I gave to my daughter. A daughter who was taken from me almost immediately after birth and hid. The daughter I had been looking for for three long years without knowing anything about her. The daughter who is no more...
“I want to die,” I whispered softly, not even closing my eyes against the blinding light.
White, unbearably bright white light all around. White walls, curtains, ceiling. Only outside the window, the gold of the sun's rays melts greens and flowers. How long has it been since I found out? A month of Sundays.
“Come on,” he said resignedly.
Girls in white chiffon dresses, fluttering in the breeze coming from the window, surrounded me and, holding hands, chanted incantations, the words of which I did not understand. The dream came in waves. I then returned to childhood, then I came to my senses, then I remembered fragments of the recent past. Consciousness on the verge of non-existence, not here and not there, and then emptiness. Absolute emptiness. Nothing. And the pain disappeared. Not dissolved, but disappeared, as if it had never been. It was as if its very foundation had disappeared. It's like my daughter is alive again...
When I opened my eyes, there was only an archangel in the snow-white room, who was dozing in a chair near my bed. Outside the window, the hot and unusually bright sun was still beating down, the rays of which, reflected from the white walls, were blinding. Stretching sweetly, I sat up in bed, but before rejoicing at the fact that I had finally slept, I remembered the recent incident. It looks like I almost destroyed the imperial palace! Holy Fathers! And where am I now? Probably in hell or in prison, only there they can experience such sophisticated eye torture.
Since only Christian had the answers, and he was shamelessly sleeping, I threw a snow-white pillow at him. More precisely, I tried to launch it - the treacherous object fell off halfway. Swan fluff ... Then I tried to use force and blow the man away from his familiar place, but even here it was a failure. There was no power. I didn’t even feel it, although Filya taught me how to do it well. Feel, of course, do not apply, but this is the basis. And now I didn't have a drop of strength. The elements did not obey, as if we were strangers. Had these girls taken her away?
“Lord Reinhard, please wake up!” I demanded. The archangel, obviously exhausted, lifted his heavy eyelids and smiled wearily. Like a huge snow cat, barely awake. I just wanted to scratch his belly and put him on his knees.
- Good morning, Elizabeth. How do you feel?
- What morning? Day outside the window! Where I am? What happened? Why is it summer outside? Am I in jail? What happened to the guards, did they suffer? And the imperial palace? Did I completely destroy it or did something survive? And the Emperor? Lord, did I kill the emperor? And what am I wearing?
The last question is rhetorical. I saw very well that I was wearing a nightgown, barely covering what even a spouse is allowed to see only on special days.
They gave me another long, tired look, after which they suggested:
- Shall we have breakfast?
- Hey, did you even hear me?
The indignation grew with every second, and I didn’t understand what fueled it more: the lack of answers, my obscene appearance or the behavior of the archangel. What kind of breakfast after what happened? I am a magical terrorist and probably wanted. You must immediately turn yourself in, make amends for the damage caused, but do at least something! For example, to begin to assess the scale of the disaster.
A duel of glances: indignant versus imperturbable, I lost and, putting a diplomatic smile on my face, sat down more comfortably.
- All right, lord. Let's have breakfast.
A look of joyful relief appeared on his face. The man really looked like he had not slept the night, so I finally got sick of torturing him or playing hard to get. Oh, and breakfast doesn't hurt either. In any case, it will help to cope with dizziness and drown out gastric groans. Lord got up from his chair, and at that moment I almost lost consciousness again. When he was sitting, I did not pay attention, but now I saw quite clearly: the archangel has wings behind his back! Huge, snow-white and certainly incredibly soft! With real feathers, like the ones Fili has, only more delicate!
- You have ... - I indecently pointed my finger at the man. Surprised, he froze and turned around. - Wings! – finished for some reason in a whisper.
“You just now realized that I am an archangel?” - the rogue was content with the effect produced.
“No, but… wings?” They didn't exist before!
“You haven’t seen them before,” he corrected, and rolled a table over to the bed, filled with plates of fruit, berries, and dairy products. But most importantly - aromatic coffee. The smell pleasantly tickled the nostrils, and beckoning to quickly enjoy its taste. Following the hungry look, the man filled my mug from the teapot and sat next to me on the bed.
- Cream?
“Please, lord. And some sugar, if you don't mind.
It's unusual that they take care of me. Yes, I used to go to secular receptions where everything is done for you, except for chewing, but this is completely different. I surreptitiously admired the man who carefully stirred my morning drink for me: concentrated, serious, beautiful. The wheaten strands fell over my face, and I couldn't resist tucking one behind my ear. There is nothing to stop me from admiring his courageous, slightly harsh features. At first she did, and then she realized the indecency of her own act.
“Sorry, Herr Reinhard, that was inappropriate.
Together with a cup of coffee, I was presented with the most charming smile in the world, capable of melting even the deadly iceberg of the impregnability and stiffness of my upbringing. He didn't feel the need to respond. And thanks for that.
- Bon appetit, Elizabeth.
- Fine.
- Did you mean thank you?
- No. I meant good.” She took a small sip and closed her eyes in pleasure. “I will not pay attention to the inappropriate address to me by name.
- Oh, thank you very much! - ironic and challenging. “Do you prefer classic cottage cheese or with berries… Ms. Thornton?”
- Biting doesn't suit you. Mr Reinhard! Berries are appropriate.
- What do you like?
There were blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, wild strawberries, blueberries and some other berries unknown to me on the dish. Deciding not to make a choice, she drawled rather:
- All at once.
Christian chuckled as he filled a cup of cottage cheese with berries, added sugar, sour cream and mixed thoroughly. My breakfast is ready. And who prepared it? Archangel. Lord. Supreme Commander. To whom to tell - they will not believe.
- Thank you. Looks appetizing. And you won't? - scooping up the cottage cheese with a spoon, I teased: I closed my eyes with pleasure, sniffing the delicious aroma of breakfast. - Mm, how delicious!
“Well, if you insist,” this impudent fellow intercepted my breakfast halfway through and emptied the spoon with a carnivorous smile. “Really delicious,” he assured.
Well, since we are rude, and I can.
- Can you touch it? - the question was asked more out of politeness, and the hand itself reached for the snow-white wings of the archangel. Never touched anything like this before. Delicate like silk, soft and pleasantly warm. The man spread his left wing and hugged it. Feeling warm and calm...so that's how he did it to me! He himself stood nearby, all so cold and imperturbable, but in fact he pawed with invisible wings? And I broke my head, what kind of magic is this, why I feel warm and comfortable.
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