The scene was chaotic screams and cries reverberated throughout the park the debris from the house had lodged themselves in the kids' bodies, and blood flowed freely from their wounds. The children were all in a state of disarray screaming and bawling themselves out the pain they felt was alien to their bodies some had even lost their limbs.
William had fainted from the pain that had struck him, his arm and leg were discharged from his body somehow, and his state was the worst in comparison to others. He had a deep gash on his right side leaving his intestines visible his right leg was a few meters away from him and his left arm was bent at an unnatural angle with only a thin piece of flesh holding it to the body.
Villagers who had heard the explosion rushed to the scene hoping that no one had been hurt. Their hearts dropped to their stomach as they neared the park some of the kid's parents wailed in disbelief as they looked at their children how could one come to terms with what had just transpired?
Imagine sending your child to play all well and good only for the child to come back with an ugly scar on their face. The mood instantly changed seriously as various parents went to their kid's side trying to at least be strong for the children. They were all distressed as they knew that the closest hospital that could help the children in any meaningful way was miles away from their little village.
As the crowd kept on getting larger and larger a random observer noticed that something was off with one of the children. "The white-haired one, everyone look at the white-haired one," she shouted frantically. Naturally, they all look at the white-haired boy, the scene they had lobed upon was nothing short of disturbing.
The space left by the foot that had been blown away bulged insensitively and grotesquely as a mass of flesh seemed to grow before long veins and muscle fibers extended wildly. Bones seemed to knit together with loud unsettling cracks protruding out of the flesh momentarily before snapping back in place. Skin reforms last, growing over the reformed tissue in raw red patches oozing and shifting before it finally stabilizing. Blood pours out excessively during the process only to be reabsorbed by the body. The same process took place in his arm
"What the hell just happened." one said acting as a catalyst for the people's distress. They felt a deep anger for the kid who just brushed off the effects their kids had to live with. "A warlock that's what he is he'll kill us all." one of the villagers shouted.
"Excuse me, please," said a beautiful woman as she squeezed herself through the crowd. This was William's mother. The two looked like a copy-and-paste version of the other except one was quite taller and had curves that even women found had to get to without the use of artificial methods.
Picture a striking woman with long, flowing white hair that cascades down her back like strands of silk, shimmering faintly in the light. Her hair, impossibly pure, contrasts sharply against her smooth, pale skin, giving her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. Her eyes are a vivid, deep red, glowing with an intensity that draws attention immediately. These crimson irises are not menacing but instead hypnotic, as if they hold ancient wisdom or untold secrets.
Her face is delicately sculpted with high cheekbones and soft, graceful features, giving her a timeless beauty. Her lips are full, perhaps painted a soft shade to match the natural flush of her skin, further enhancing the contrast of her striking red eyes. She moves with elegance and poise, every motion fluid and graceful, like she's gliding rather than walking. Her aura is one of quiet power and mystery, commanding both admiration and curiosity.
Her overall presence is mesmerizing—like a living embodiment of a winter goddess, both cold and alluring.
She walks towards her son who has long healed himself and lifts the boy. She then leaves the scene as quickly as she got there. The villagers are stunned out of their daze only after the pair has already left.
This incident was the precursor of William's regretful actions.