Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Maive's POV

I could feel my heart aching that seemed difficult to breathe.

That letter probably shattered my soul the same way it did to my father, I don't know what father had felt while reading these letters but it felt like I am feeling those feelings right now. It was heartbreaking and surprising at the same time. I don't know why I am crying... probably heartbroken for my parents who had a forbidden love... or surprised that my mother is a witch and that makes me one too.

That must be the reason why there was a light that came out of me at the time when I was abducted.

In that single letter, I finally understood why my father left his family. I understood why he had to turn his back against the werewolves and why he chose to live a normal life with humans. That made me also understand why grandfather disagreed with my dad having a relationship with my mom.

The letter was written before I was born. So they reunited even after my mother tried to break ties with my father. I and Zonen were born as a fruit of their forbidden love. My mother probably left us for the same reason... she is probably protecting us, just like what my father had said. Right now, I wish she would be here and I wouldn't be guessing about everything.

It is hard for me to guess things I am not even sure with, having these letters made all things more complicated but a part of me was happy that at last I found clues of who I really am.

I am a witch at the same time, having the blood of a werewolf. I am overwhelmed with so much to decipher.

Mom...

My hands started to shake because of another realisation that came through my mind, I am a witch? I am a witch... The light that has come through my hands, it could be the power of a witch. Now that I think of it, it somehow resembles the power coming through the witches who had kept us hostage. I belong to them... I am one of them.

That does make sense. I couldn't be a werewolf... since I do not have a wolf, I was not a werewolf because I am a witch. The blood running in my veins is for witch. That shattered my soul more than when I found out that my father was a werewolf. It was too much for me to handle even after knowing that I am not bound to be a normal human being.

I love my mother, despite the fact that she was not there when we were growing up. All these letters made me remember how good she was during the time that we were together. However, I couldn't believe that she was a witch... I couldn't believe that I am too.

It feels so unreal... everything is so unreal until now.

Those devil witches who had kidnapped us... I don't want to be like them. I don't want to be loathed for being who I am. I am starting to get scared of myself now... I don't want to be evil... remembering how evil those black witches are, making me fear myself.

"Maive..." I heard the voice of my grandmother.

My body feels so weak that I couldn't even stand to face her. Soon enough, she found me inside the secret room of my father. Her mouth slightly opened when she saw me. She scanned the whole room and that confirms that she has no idea about this room.

She went to hug me, probably trying to comfort me despite not knowing the reason behind my tears.

"G-Grandmother..." I paused, trying to control my sobs. "A-Am I a w-witch?"

I could feel that she froze at my question but recovered from some time and started tapping my back. I was hoping that she would deny it but she did not say a word. She just patted my back, trying to comfort me and stop me from crying.

"I don't want to end up like those who almost killed us." I said honestly.

My grandmother shook her head as if she was sure that I would not be like them. "You are different, Maive." she assured me.

I shook my head, "I am a witch, grandma..." I was still crying, my heart felt so heavy. It just couldn't absorb and accept everything.

She continued patting my back, trying to comfort me and looking at her... I know that she knew everything. However, she was not afraid of me, even though she knows the truth.

"Valeia is a white witch, your mother... She's different from those black witches."

I did not know that there are two kinds of witches. What could I know when I lived almost my whole life unaware of other beings?

I did not fully understand what grandmother was trying to say when both are still witches but it made me somehow calm. The heaviness that I felt in my chest somehow was lifted. It was somehow comforting... It is truly good to have a family.

"Grandmother, I think I killed those witches... unconsciously." I said as I looked into my hands.

That's what I am afraid of, I think I killed those Witches without me knowing of my actions. It was as if I was so different at that moment. I don't even recognize myself, because anger dominated me at that moment.

However, Grandma does not seem to be surprised. That means she knew... I absolutely killed those witches. I am so lost.

I cried even more at that thought. We sat there as she tried to comfort me. I don't know how long I was there crying. With the tiredness, I probably slept because the moment I opened my eyes it was already morning and that my uncle was calling for me.

I stood up from the bed, my grandmother probably asked Uncle Zorious to bring me to the bed last night.

When I opened the door, I found my uncle. His hand was on his moustache. "Are you planning to build a flower shop?"

"Huh?" I crossed my brows, not understanding what he was trying to say.

He gestured his hand to follow him. I did, I followed him all the way to the front door of the mansion.

My mouth flew open when I saw bouquets of flowers in the front door.

What the hell?!

I scanned the flowers. It was of different kinds. Roses, sunflowers, daisies, lilacs, lilies, and camellia.

"What's all these, Uncle?" I asked out of surprise.

He answered, "You tell me, young lady." He left after that.

I walked towards the roses as I spotted a small card in the bouquet.

"I just thought you never liked the tulip I left in your dormitory back then. I still haven't figured out what you like among these. Still working on it."

There's no name where it came from... but I had one person in my mind - Daxton. Not that I am assuming things, but he was the only one who visited me at night. He is also probably the one who left that tulip before.

I bit my lip, getting butterflies in my stomach despite worrying where to put all of these. My heart is racing rapidly, getting all flushed with this gesture. The rose reminds me of his lips... and it makes me crave for him.