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In The Woods of Greendale - 16 years ago
A woman—with hair red as the blood moon walks into the muddy woods holding on to her two sons, one sleeping peacefully in her arms and the other clinging onto her hand as they trudge their way in the mud the woman, aware of all the sounds and movements around her, held tightly to her sons and kept the path. She did not trust these woods at night and she knew must get back home before her husband returns from the mines. She had 4 hours before daylight crept up the horizon and she must travel deep into the woods to find the protections for her sons, her family.
“Momma where are we going?” Her three year old asked when she had woken him from his sleep when she was woken from hers. A horrible dream had plagued her peaceful sleep that made her fear for her boys. She was furious at herself for not seeing the signs, she let herself believe that she could live a peaceful mortal life with her husband and kids, away from her past. But now she knew she was wrong. Greendale was not a place for mortals, or those pretending to be, there would always be darkness lurking and monsters.
She stopped between a crossroad, she looked up at the full moon and closed her eyes, “Mother Selena please guide us, please protect us, show me the way.” She opened her eyes and her once dark brown eyes changed to an amber-gold color as the full moon’s light showed her the path. She tightened her hold on her sons and walked faster until they ended up in front of an old Cabin. Thorns from roses stem wrapped around itself forming a wreath with the petals being the color of burnt ash spread around, iron hung on the center of the door while an ancient rune was carved below it. She thanked the goddess, they made it.
She has heard about this witch, she was one of the few witches from the Church of Night that performed spells of protection, though they always came with a price she was willing to risk it, to protect her family.
She knocked on the door a few times before she heard any movement inside, “Say your name and why you are here.” A voice says from behind the door.
“Lucinda Monroe” She had decided to use her maiden since it was the name that associated her power.
The door opened revealing a woman who looked to be in her late 20s, but you never know with witches, like every other supernatural creature in this town they don’t age as mortals do. The woman had dark black hair and was wearing a black dress, too fancy for anything you’d do at home. Lucinda was afraid that she might turn them away but she held her ground and spoke.
“I know I showed up unannounced but I heard about the service that you provide. Protecting spells and charms, I need you to perform them on my boys. I beg you.” The witch’s eyes fell on her kids, she tightens her hold on her newborn, barely 2 months old, he was awake now, but so good that he did not even cry, he just watched her with that wide gaze. Her heart clench and she placed a kiss on his forehead momentarily forgetting where she was.
“Why would I perform a spell on two mortal boys? Unless they have your curse too.”
Lucinda met her gaze and the witch grinned, not a wicked one, but somewhat entertained. Like this was the most interesting thing she’s seen in a while, granted she lived in the woods, so maybe it was.
“It’s not a curse, it’s who we are. But I am not protecting them from that, I want them to be protected from those who seek to hurt our kind. The hunters.”
The witch scowled, “there are no more active hunters in this town, they were all chased out long before your time.”
It was Lucinda’s turn to smile, “You have lived in these woods for far too long, there are hunters hidden in this town of ours, just like we are.” She did not tell the witch that her fear was her husband’s family, most importantly his father who still upheld their past. She knew her husband did not know of his heritage, because if he did he would not have married her. Hunters’ are trained from a young age to sense those who are different, but since her husband was not raised by his father he was kept away from that, his brothers were a different story. Animals the lot of them, and that was coming from her.
“Please will you do it? I know there will be a risk but I am willing to take it.”
The witch looked at her son, she knelt down and her face softens and she smiled at him. She held out a hand and by a shocking turn, Tommy let go of her’s willingly and placed his tiny hand in hers.
“Hello, little one, what is your name?” She asked softly, Tommy looked up at Lucinda and she nods.
“Thomas, but I don’t like that name so I’m Tommy.”
The witch’s hand glowed, her face turned from relaxed to an expression that fell too fast for Lucinda to catch. After a minute she patted Tommy’s face and said, “You’ll protect your little brother right?”
Tommy smiles widely, “yes!” He loved Harvey, he would always come up to his little rocker when Harvey is sleeping and rock it for hours. The witch stands and comes in front of her, Harvey fell asleep again but she placed her hand on his forehead and just like with Tommy her hands glowed again.
She opened her eyes and looked at Lucinda, “magic does not always last, the spell is to protect your boys, but it can only do so much. If they trigger their curse the spell will be broken and I nor any witch will not be able to fix that.”
“I will not let that happen, the curse is only activated in dire situations and I will never let that happen to my boys.”
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Lucinda kept her promise, she protected her boys from every harm that came their way, even if it meant making sure her husband's family stayed away from them. But 5 years later, the consequences of the spell came back to her and soon she could not protect her boys anymore.