Mila ended up nodding her head . She doesn't know why , but she felt like the woman would hurt her mother . Call her delusional , but she felt like this woman isn't human at all and maybe something beyond . You would also find it sensible that the creatures that people call 'myth' and 'fantastical' are alive and living amongst us when you have once seen shadows in multiple figures standing before you and not cowering away when your eyes land on them or anything . And she remembers Wren's words ,' It's the dark witch ,' . Mila had a feeling this woman could be the dark witch . Just from how she entered the room and to how she is entirely ... black . Black nails , black hair , black outfit and black nails .
But what did the black witch do ? Or what is she going to do ? Is she the one that she should be aware of or tonight ?
"Done ." The woman muttered and Mila sucked in a sharp breath . She inhaled and exhaled while the woman smiled satisfiedly next to her , as if she had discovered something worth the world . Mila hadn't even realise she couldn't breathe when she couldn't talk . But it is impossible because she breathed just fine and her breath had even quicken in that small time . As she had said , something beyond human .
"The roses , what have they done or changed in your life ?" That was the first thing the woman asked after her breath was steady.
Mila glanced at the woman from the corner of her eyes . The woman had gone back to lean elegantly on the chair and even cross her legs while her one hand layed ontop of her lap . Her emerald eyes were fixated on her and not revealing much other than seriousness .
"Who are you ?" Mila questioned .
The woman smiled , a small smile that barely reached her emerald green eyes . Those eyes , they will haunt her from now on . "Morgana . And no , I am not him ." The woman replied before her smile disappeared .
"Him ?" Mila phrased the word while she slowly backs away from the woman . "The one who gifts you the roses . I am not him ." Morgana says , her emerald green eyes attentively watching her scoot away from her .
"I do not trust you ." Mila voices out , looking at the woman . Her heart hadn't stopped racing ever since .
"About what ? That I am not him ?" Morgana questioned and Mila realised she prefers her smiling and acting crazy rather than staring at her so blankly. Mila shook her head . "You do not trust me ?" Morgana phrased , as if now catching to her words ," Well neither do I ."
Mila wanted to question than why are you here when the woman spoke again ," The roses , answer my question , have they played their role ?"
Mila sat on the bed now , looking at the woman . Her golden brown eyes filled with confusion for a second before she masked her true feelings ," What role ? To frighten me ? Well they certainly did ." Mila spoke .
The smile crept back again , and Mila regrets saying she prefers the smile . The woman is just haunting , whatever she does , it makes her blood run cold . "You have a sharp tongue and humor , yet your voice is as low as the forest whisperer . Learn to speak up more , they will love you more . And no , the roses were meant to chase them away , did it succeed ?"
The question hit like a harsh slap of water when you hit the water unexpected or get pushed . Chase them away ? Who ?
Morgana leaned back on the chair , eying Mila's eyes , as if trying to find the answer through them . "We have a lot to discuss and until I stay here , none of your family members will be treated . Now , walk down the lane with me . The shadows , crawlers , and whatever thing that crawled out from the gates of hell , did they get to you or did the roses stop them from getting to you?"
Mila's heart stopped beating as she looks at the woman . The roses are the ones that are suppose to keep the shadows away ?
Mila shook her head absentmindedly . Her mind is clouded but she wants answered , yet at the same time does not want them . Why is she suddenly so weak ?
Her mouth was dry . She tried swallowing but nothing run down her dry throat. "I kept on seeing the shadows . " Mila muttered .
Morgana listened . So it's only the shadows that have yet visited . Morgana stood up ," How about you get over your trauma , we will talk once you are sane ."
As the woman turned her back , Mila turned alarmed ," Wait !" She exclaimed . The woman turned to look at her ," I ... I just want to know . A-Alot is happening and what crawlers and-"
"Don't push yourself because once I sit back down on this chair , you will answer every one of my single questions . Whether you vomit blood or you voice goes away , you will answer . I will see you once you are fine and ready to answer my questions . Oh and , don't chase him away , agree to his conditions , he is only keeping you safe and do not let him stay more than one hundred feets away from you . What that shabby forest kid said to you , keep in mind , beware of tonight , don't let him out of your sight and keep in mind that the red moon in the sky represents blood . The blood that should be spilled , yours ."
Without further ado , the woman left through the door . Mila stared blankly into the space , not minding or questioning how the woman left the room without the guard outside seeing . The red moon represents blood . The blood that should be spilled , yours . Beware of tonight . Don't let him out of your sight . He is only keeping you safe . The words rang in her mind like the sirens of an ambulance that bring out the worst of emotions from oneself.