Eva's POV
I breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth enveloped me. I felt good despite my situation. It had been a while since I felt this at peace. My mind pushed away thoughts of what would be waiting for me at home.
"My name is Eva, what is yours?" I couldn't lie, I was still a bit weary of her.
"Call me Rosé."
But even her voice and name didn't give me a bad aura. It made me start to realize the panic that had overwhelmed me was all in my head. She had been okay... no she had been amazing.
Even though she did in a way steal my bread, she had held out a helping hand, sat me down, carried my things, helped me with the stone at the entrance and made a fire.
She had only shown me kindness and it generated a feeling of warmth me that I never thought I would be capable of experiencing ever again.
"Why are you helping me?" She said her eyes were still fixed on the fire.
"Well... I don't know," I thought of telling her since maybe she didn't notice. "It could be because I might be one of your kind."
She raised her head to look at me through the fire. I had a somewhat clear view of her face. The lightning's bad habit of making things seem more ominous than they were seemed to have lost its effect now because she looked just about sixty. Tolerable to look at, to say the least.
A faint, incredulous flicker danced across her gaze, a silent question forming in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Uh... I mean I also might be...you know...a witch."
She burst into laughter which made you recoil slightly. One would have expected an evil cackle but instead, only childish giggles could be heard.
"You are not a witch, Eva." It seemed as though if she had been beside me she would have slapped my back playfully. "Who told you that?"
"How are you so sure?" I ignored her question.
"I can see your aura." She stated.
"What does that mean?" It was my turn to raise a brow.
"Witches can not see other witches' aura." She paused. "We only see humans'."
"So you see my... aura." I was stunned and relieved by the new information. I was human?
"Yes, the most prominent part of yours is red."
"Doesn't that signify danger?" I was apprehensive again.
"No and yes, all colours can signify danger in a human's aura; it is all in its shade."
You graced her with an inquisitive stare.
"Red, blue, yellow, green, orange, violet and pink." she took a slight pause. "The red you possess is fiery like flame, it shows you are strong-willed, goal-oriented among other good qualities that would make you an amazing leader."
"What shade would it be l, if I was a dangerous person?"
"It would be blood red."
"Oh..."
"You are a good person, that is why I trust you."
I wasi Quiet.
"But something seems to be wrong?" She added.
"Huh?"
"You have a growing gray at your center, it is not normal for people with your type aura." The concern in her voice sounded odd to me. It made me realize how long it had been since someone cared. "It signifies melancholy due to a debilitating event and it is contaminating your strong will."
She hit the hammer on the head. "I lost someone very precious to me," I might as well tell her everything now. "Along with losing him expectedly, I was blamed as his killer because..."
"They assumed you were a witch." Rosé completed it for me.
"I assumed it too," I murmured more to myself.
"Why?"
"Because I was found in the forest by him... as a baby wrapped in a purple shawl."
"Um," She contemplated. "That means only one thing."
"That means what exactly?" I could comprehend the truth but she had to say it herself. In a kingdom where only royals and witches wore purple, that could only mean one thing.
"You are a royal, not a witch." She shrugged
"But..." That only left me with more questions than answers. Why was I abandoned by the royals? And why would they still wrap me in a royal's shawl if they had any decent amount of common sense? If they wanted to get rid of me?
"Who do you suspect killed this person?" Her tone had altered, she even wore a frown now. Had something upset her?
"I suspect his wife, Cecilia."
"Have you ever confronted her about it before?" She was avoiding your eyes.
"No, because..."
"You suspected yourself too."
"Yes."
"I won't ask why you suspect her because your aura also tells me you are an intelligent person so I won't question your reasoning but you have to confront her now since you know for a fact you had no hand in his death."
"Are you sure?" If I had learnt something from my life was that if something sounded too good to be true it was probably because it was.
"Yes and watch her reaction too. That is the most important part."
"How are you so convinced?"
"A witch's intuition is scarcely ever wrong."
"Thank you, Rosé."
She didn't reply. It made me realize that I didn't ask her about herself.
"Um... what about you? Are you from around these parts?" Trying to sound gleeful and playfully.
"That is not important." She said curtly.
Something was certainly wrong but I had to get home since I had already given her shelter. I was very eager to do what she had said.
"I am leaving," I announced standing and letting blood circulate in my legs properly
"Okay." Her indifference hurt me.
I took the bag and was about to walk out but stopped and turned back to her to leave some food.
The harsh cold rain stung my warmed skin on my way out when I heard her say.
"Be careful."
I smiled inwardly and ran back home.
(End of flashback)
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"You could have died!" She exclaimed.
"It won't be the first time." I shrugged
"They are monsters."
"I know," I said unfazed. It didn't matter anyway because now I had reason to believe that Cecilia had a hand in Thomas's death.
"You are lucky, I found you in time to heal you."
"Thanks but I didn't know you could do that!"
"We have a lot of abilities, Eva." She grinned. "And we only met last night."
Yes, that was true but why did it feel as if I had known her for a lifetime.
"So let me see the shawl," Rosé said, breaking through my thoughts.
"Huh?" I was taken aback. "Why?"
"To be sure," she replied simply.
"Oh…ok," I got up and pulled up my mattress. "Here it is." I gave it to her and put down my mattress and looked up to see a shocked expression on her face. Like she had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong?" I was afraid of what her answer would be.
"This is a witch's cloak, Eva!" Anger had taken over her delicate features. "Are you a witch hunter?"