The male witch's expression turned extremely frosty in an instant. His warm hazel eyes turned icy. There wasn't a single ripple of emotion on his strangely wooden face.
"Kid–", Olivia started but was stopped by the witch's low voice.
"It's nice to meet you, princess", he dragged his gaze to her and met her magnificent silver eyes.
He didn't say it as an endearment. Instead, it was more of a formality.
"Why did...?", Olivia was surprised. Why in the buttercups did he call her that. Her eyes fluctuated between silver and emerald green before finally settling for the emerald green irises, the natural colour of her eyes.
As if reading her mind, the witch answered, "I could recognize someone like you no matter what."
"Someone like me?" Olivia raised an elegantly shaped brow as she asked.
He only smiled gently. The look in his eyes said he knew a lot and was keeping it to himself. If she didn't see that wise look in his eyes, she would have thought he was delusional. Instead of asking more questions, she instead advised the young witch.
"Look here, I don't know what you mean but I don't think you should be here. You are in the mist of dangerous vampires and no matter how powerful you are, you won't win this battle. It's better you just leave"
She knew that somehow, someway, she was keeping these vampires at bay. Otherwise, she feared what would happen to the young witch if she let them— the vampires— loose.
However, the young witch only shrugged indifferently.
"I know it's not my place to say this but, do you have to fight for the vampires?"
Of course it wasn't his place to say that! Why should anyone have the right to choose which kingdom she would fight for? He continued,
"You are not fighting on the right side of this war you know."
Olivia scoffed, Max scoffed, Owen scoffed, Gabriel scoffed also, so did Gabriella and all the young witch could hear was the continuous scoffs of the vampires.
The whole vampdom must have scoffed because the scoffs never seem to end. Then Olivia spoke.
"Who am I to decide which side is right or left, up or down, top or bottom, round or flat, good or bad. Nope! I am not fighting for the good of your kingdoms! I AM FIGHTING FOR MY FREEDOM!"
So much emotion laced her voice during the last few sentences, everyone thought she was going to breakdown or even have an outburst. However none of that happened. She only walked away seemingly calm all the while saying coldly without turning, "I am not responsible for your death, young witch".
The witch didn't waste time any more. As the eyes of the vampires turned blood red and their nails turned to claws in a matter of seconds, the witch chanted quickly and teleported just as a vampires was about to pounce on him.
That vampire was Gabriel and seeing as he didn't get his prey, he turned immensely annoyed.
"You!", his voice seemed to have gone a notch deeper. He was pointing at Olivia who was too lost in her thoughts to pay him any mind.
"You, you, you!", Gabriel was getting more and more furious by the second. And of course with all the unnecessary noise he was making, Olivia snapped out of her thoughts.
Seeing him pointing at her, Olivia raised her brow.
"Me?", She pointed at herself, questions surfacing on her beautiful face.
"Yes, yes you. Why did you stop me from ripping him apart?" Gabriel asked
Olivia sighed, closing her eyes as she did so.
When she opened her eyes again, it was silver once more.
"He is what you can call our bridge. No matter what one day, this war will have to end and it will be because of him." said Olivia wisely.
Of course Gabriel didn't believe her but Olivia didn't care. It was happening if he believed her or not.
Suddenly, Olivia felt uncomfortable and looked around to realize that everyone was staring at her. Of course they would. She was the odd one here after all. And the damn prince— Maximilian — didn't tell them nothing.
Not happening!
She wasn't going to be the one explaining her stupid situation to these bloodsucker — no offense. She sighed, running her hand through her silky silver locks. She blinked.Her eyes were green again. And then she looked around, finally noticing her beautiful work of art. The blood, beheaded bodies and the heads of witches, chopped off from their bodies with her lightening sword.
And one would think she would feel frightened or even disgusted but no, her face remained expressionless, indifferent, nonchalant. Any word to describe her lack of a reaction.
She didn't say anything nor did she move a muscle. Had it been any other day, she would have vomited until she was bringing out everything inside her but thankfully it wasn't any other day, it was today. And the only reason that was so was because of one thing. Something just told her that it was all in control. That she should trust that part of her she had no idea about. That she should allow it to take control when the time was right. That she shouldn't fight it and that was what she did.
So yeah, she was expecting something like this or worse, so she was not going to scream for no apparent reason when she had been expecting this already.
Meanwhile...
The young witch reappeared in a cave after disappearing. He looked around, seemingly searching for something....or someone. That was when he felt warm hands warp around him from behind. A smile formed on his lips almost immediately.
He turned around only to meet her beautiful eyes which were almost spitting fire. His smile faded and guilt flashed in his hazel eyes. The young woman who was around his age looked at him angrily.
"Goodness! Do have any idea how worried I was? I told you not to go out there, didn't I?", the woman said as she checked his body for any wounds.
"I'm fine, I didn't get hurt. I promise.", the witch said.
"Oh Nathaniel, no matter what you do this war is not ending just yet, not until one of us turns out victorious", the woman said, her voice gentle and a strange emotion coating her eyes.