Young Master Damien's Pet

Damien could sense that Penny was feeling guilty that maybe there was some goodness in the man who was killed, "Even if you both shared good times with each other and even if he was going to help you run from there, away from your mother, the truth is he didn\'t. He might have loved you but he already knew you didn\'t like your mother erasing your memories and he would turn just like her."

"You are right..." she sighed. Leaning her head against his shoulder. She believed Damien did what he had to do.

And even if their relations.h.i.+p would be one which was of close friends in the past, the man had turned bad to worse by going as far as to help the Artemis in their plan along with the other black witches.

Damien and Penelope stayed like that, leaning against each other to support each other, the silence filling up the room which felt comfortable in the warmth the fireplace was providing them and the room. The time of the Winter had finally pa.s.sed to let the rain and clouds take over the lands of the Bonelake.

With Isaiah gone, there was no trustable black witch they could rely on to summon the elements again. Penny wasn\'t a completely turned black witch which was why she wouldn\'t be able to perform the spells to summon the elemental deity. She was also worried where the water element lady would reappear again with an annoyed expression on her face.

She had learned spells that were useful and she couldn\'t tell how blessed she felt and at the same time as she thought about it, she said,

"Oh no…" whispered Penny under her breath.

Damien turned to her, "What happened?"

The dream she just had didn\'t speak about Isaiah nor the black witch who raised him after he had turned to a black witch. The woman, the priestess she spoke about in her dream was someone she had come across long ago but because of her mother removing her memories every so often, the memory had been lost.

This time Penny didn\'t have to close her eyes to dream and see what it was about it. The memory flowed into her seamlessly like water into her mind. The memory was related to what she had spoken which had taken days before she had met the black witch.

It was the same day before she had met the elemental person who belonged to the wind. The days were next to each other, overlapping such a way that she hadn\'t been able to see it previously.

She had been looked down upon in the theater she worked that she had gone to the church for some peace.

\'Why do you even come here with no money to buy for the clothing? Do you think we can keep you here?\' The owner of the theater resonated in her head while she made her down the aisle of the church to sit down on one of the benches.

\'Do you know how to act? With such poor clothes, people are going to view us badly,\' came the voice of the theater actress who often played the lead role in all the plays.

\'If you cannot even pay for the rent then don\'t bother,\' said a side actress as she sat looking at the front of the Chapel.

Getting work had been extremely difficult for Penny and she had to walk for a long distance from the village she lived in to another village. With the people of her village who were not willing to spare a look, making money had been hard. This was the only thing here that she could work around and they were asking her money for the clothes that she had not damaged.

Tears filled up her eyes. Not wanting to shed it even though there was no one but her and the father who was taking confession from a man in the confession box as she could hear some muttering words being exchanged in there. She stared in front of her, her shoulders slumped thinking how long things would go on like this.

Life seemed like it was moving in circles with them struggling every single day. Her father hadn\'t returned back to them for years. She knew deep down her father would not have left her and her mother alone, and if he had there was a greater reason for it. She clutched the bottom of her skirt where she had placed her hands, taking a deep breath when she heard a voice behind her.

"You seem to be troubled."

Penny hearing a woman\'s voice turned to her right to catch sight of a woman who had taken a seat behind her. The woman had long black straight hair that was parted from between to leave them open which covered her ears. She had a rather pale complexion who would have suited to be called a vampire but her green eyes were what set her apart. When she had come here to sit, the woman wasn\'t there, she wondered when she came and sat behind her.

A drop of tear fell down on Penny\'s cheek when she blinked and she quickly wiped the tears.

"I am fine," Penny tried to put up a smile that didn\'t stay long on her lips. She saw the woman stand up, walking around the bench to walk in her lane while holding a?coif in her hand.