CHAPTER TWO
Nyx sat, watching how dark red tiny bristles broke out from the already blue fire in the corner of the room. She tried to focus on the dangerous calmness of the fire but could not as her brain was dragging her mind back to the baby lying softly in the dark room.
Her flamy eyes rocked back and forth with her palms projecting her gaze directly to the fire wirh with her chin in them. Once again, the fire reminded her of when she was to be sworn in as the leader of the third-quarter coven, she had to let her bare back carry the symbol of the coven with inscription by fire. She remembered her throaty scream as the heat tore into her flesh, blackened her bones and burnt her blood. The scream which traveled to the entire Ireland then reversed to the coven block, them mightily rushed into every room of the coven, then with a decreased volume, flowed through the passage that led to the initiation room then with a distant echo into Nyx's present imagination.
Her lids jerked, alarmed.
"Not with that pain would the coven be destroyed" she concluded in her thoughts and with her standing posture already mounted, she stormed out of the room with her feet not making the slightest noise as she trodded down the hallway. She was about reaching for the knob when she heard some soft whimpers, she made a quick brain search on whom it might be and recollected that she had angrily locked Glinda and her baby in the room the previous night. Nyx smirked and suddenly opened the door which made Glinda jolt with her baby which was already in her arms.
Glinda turned her back immediately and tightened her grip round her baby which she knew was of no use as her baby would soon be taken from her again.
"Turn Glinda," was the male-female voice that boomed across the room and into her ears after few minutes of wishing that Nyx would just miraculously leave but that's just a wish, isn't it?
Glinda still waited as a warm feeling to protect her baby washed over her. After few seconds which seemed like years to Glinda, Nyx sighed. Glinda wished she didn't hear that but it echoed in the dark and almost empty room. She knew a second utterance from Nyx wouldn't come kindly so slowly, her feet circled with a hope that her baby wouldn't circle with her but instead, she was already standing with weak knees, facing Nyx who had the usual dangerous look on her sharp face.
"Forward," Nyx's voice boomed again.
"Not again," Glinda thought. She should vanish into thin air but couldn't. She did have some magic tricks as expected of a witch but trying them with Nyx would only cost her her heart and nothing else. She as a young and less powerful witch at that. Funny how a baby witch could birth a baby strong enough to destroy the entire coven.
Glinda started her journey towards Nyx wondering what it is that wanted to be done to her baby this time. She got to Nyx only to watch Nyx walk further into the room. She followed her again like a lamb to the candle-illuminated table where her baby was lain the previous night. Glinda watched Nyx collect her baby from her arms. Nyx turned with the baby and closed up the space between her and the table, stood for a while, then lifted the baby above her head, murmuring some words, then she slowly brought the baby, not directly to the table but to the edge where several glowing candles stood erect in a row. Her murmuring were gradually changing into a chant as she circled the table, bracing the baby on the tip of each candle. The baby eyes searched Nyx's in a quest of what was being done to her but Nyx continued chanting softly as though she was not brushing a living thing on the fore tip.
Glinda's eyes sprang wider as she watched nyx continuous act. She thought her baby would be dropped in the middle of the candle sticks soonest but Nyx wouldn't stop chanting and her baby continued to be brushed on fire. Glinda was expecting her baby to let out a loud cry from the heat being showered on her still soft skin but she lain cool, still. "Has she breathed her last?" Glinda questioned herself as she gasped. "Perhaps Nyx chanted the death spell and she was now sending her baby's soul to the realm of the ancestors for punishment." She concluded fearfully. She tried to strain her earbuds to Nyx's chants but no matter how loud Nyx spoke, it came as a soft rumble worked some magic on Glinda's ears.
Even if her baby was already dead, she could have her body now right? She should be allowed to mourn her baby in her arms since NYC already snuff life out of the poor girl. Glinda was still parabolating in her mind when she tried to take a glance at her baby and she saw her left wrist shook. "She's alive" Glinda's hope was aroused again. A hope that nudged her to at least take a risk and save her baby then expect straight death from Nyx afterwards but the baseline remains that she saved her baby from Nyx and the whole of the third-quarter coven but pushing her into the cold world where she can not predict what her baby would face. Should she reasonably let her die now than let her into the wicked world? But making her baby die unfulfilled would only end her up in endless punishment in the realm of the ancestors.
"No!" Glinda disapproved. She must save her baby with her last breath.
Nyx chanting was already changing into a roar and she was trembling visibly with Glinda's baby in her shaky arms. Her sweat draining her dress and her chin facing upwards, rocking back and forth on a spot. It got so intense that even Glinda got glued to the spot she was by some forces she could not explain. After what seemed like years, Nyx abruptly stopped, her sweat already drying up and her tensed muscles already relaxing. She gently put off the candles in the row leaving natural sunlight to illuminate the room. She then dropped the baby on the large table, smiled and said "maybe not today,"
Still smiling, she turned to Glinda and said, "so much power you camped inside you for nine months," Glinda felt a proud tingle which soon subsided with fear when Nyx moved very close and whispered into her ears "much enough to have had my head ripped off." She then opened the door, said to the nearest being "lock her up," tilting her head towards me and finalised saying "gather the six deacons, we are executing the baby at sunset tomorrow."