Crystal
âStupid pirate, how could he? If this was three weeks ago, gladly I would have gone, but not now, we are twined and if I leave him alone, heâll be lonely again.â I mumbled, I stared at my rice, my eyes turning sad. We sat in front of the fireplace, that evening. Max is with Bayou, attending to his wound.
âHeâs just worried about you, and what do you mean lonely again?â I heard on my right. I jumped to see Belle smiling at me mischievously. My face heated up, and I lowered my head.
âI meant friend wise. He doesnât look like he has many friends, besides Max. Well, thatâs is his father.â I fixed my wording.
âSure, I believe that.â she giggled, taking a bite of her rice. I looked up at her, watching the fire reflect from her eyes.
âI havenât had the chance to speak properly to you. Tell me a little about yourself,â I asked her, trying to distract my mind. Belle shrugged at me.
âNothing much to say about me. Iâm thirty-four and Iâm a pirate, thatâs all.â I stared at her, as she kept staring at the fire.
âWhat made you become a pirate?â I asked her. She went quiet, then she moved her hand to take out something from around her neck. It shone with the reflection of the fire. It was a necklace silver medallion, with a skull in the middle.
âMy father used to be a pirate, he used to tell me his greatest adventures on the seven seas.â her eyes shone with happiness at the mention of her father.
âSo you wanted to follow in his footsteps?â I asked her. She nodded her face beaming.
âAye, I just loved the idea of traveling the freedom. Father met my mother through his travels and fell in love with her. He decided to quit and settle down. Then he had me and my five sisters and three brothers.â I smiled gently.
âSo youâre the eldest?â she nodded.
âFour of my sisters already married and have children, one of my brothers turned into a priest, and the other two are engaged. My younger sister, the one we are looking for is our baby sister. She only fifteen,â her eyes dropped at the mention.
âWow, sheâs young, Iâm sorry,â
âIs okay,â she assured me.
âOh, how did your parents react when you decided to become a pirate?â She shrugged with a sigh.
âMy mother had some difficulty in accepting it, but eventually she did, but my father just laughed and told me to tell him about my epic adventures, when I returned home, and he gave me this medallion as a reminder to always come home.â She smiled sadly, tucking back her medallion into her shirt.
âIs he still alive?â I asked her. She shook her head.
âHe died last year due to an illness that spread throughout my village, the sad part, I didnât get to even be at his funeral. I just learned it about it a few weeks ago, before my sister got kidnapped by those bastards.â I tightened my hold on my plate.
âOh God, Iâm sorry,â I lowered my head, then I heard a choke. I turned to see Belle covering her mouth with her hand, tears ran down her cheeks.
âYou didnât have time to mourn him, havenât you?â I asked, standing up from my seat. She shook her head. More tears ran down her cheeks.
âI miss him,â she cried out. I moved and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. I lowered my head, letting her cry out.
âItâs okay, itâs okay. Heâs in heaven now, and watching over you. You can tell him all your adventures, when you return home with your sister, and visit his grave.â I tried to comfort her.
About five minutes, or so, Belle kept on crying. I only patted her back, letting her cry out her sorrows. In the corner of my eye, I saw a black boot. Lifting my gaze, I saw Max staring at us, with a sorrowful look. I frowned at him.
This is sad, poor girl, she hadnât had time to mourn. I lowered my head and let her mourn all she wanted.
After an hour later, I stood outside, letting the cold air brush against my skin, watching the sky sparkle beautifully from the stars and the moon bathing its light down at us. The street was quiet, not even a mouse could be heard.
I hope Belle can sleep well tonight. I sadly thought, lowering my head, rubbing my arm. After she stopped crying, she simply stood up and apologized for breaking down. I told her it was okay, it was normal, she just thanked me and went down the hallway.
âLittle one, why may I ask, are still up at this late hour?â I jumped in fright, turning to my right to see the elder standing there, blowing into her long black pipe.
âI didnât hear you come out,â I told her, breathing out. I watched my own breath escape my lips. She giggled, and looked up at the night sky.
âI couldnât sleep. Bayou wants me to go back and it bothers me then I learn that Belleâs father died, and she hadnât had time to mourn him.â I lowered my head.
âEven if you just met them in such little time, you worry about them?â She asked, blowing smoke out of her lips, giving me a side glance.
âI donât know, I never had friends before, and learning slowly about their lives, makes me appreciate my life even more, so I pity them. Iâm not sure.â I told her. The elder gave me a soft smile.
âItâs because you have a pure heart. You may act tough, but you have an innocent heart Crystal. You will put yourself out of the way to help others. Donât worry about Belle or Max, they will find their way, but thereâs a dark secret someone is hiding and it would not be pretty when the truth is revealed. You will forgive, but the other wonât.â I blinked, giving her a confused look.
âWhat do you mean?â
âDue to its own time, dear. Now, I have a favor to ask of you and I will grant you two wishes,â she told me.
âTwo wishes? I donât wish for anything.â There, the elder laughed, and grasped my hand. Her touch was so cold.
âEveryone has wishes dear, including you. My only wish is to be set free. I no longer wish to be the Shadow keeper.â
âWhy?â
âYou think I have fun doing this? If I could, I would have used the shadow and killed the king long ago,â she suddenly snapped. I nodded very slowly, not sure what to say.
âHow did you end up being the Shadow Keeper? Wait, were you the one that brought the shadow to us?â I asked her.
âIt was punished, for rejecting the king when he asked me to bare his child. I look older than I really am. The king kept using my youth to give power to his shadow.â She explained.
âOh God, thatâs horrible, sorry to, how do I help you?â I asked her. She turned back and placed her pipe back into her mouth.
âThe only way to free me is to kill the king. I know you are against killing, so I will give a clue. You heard that you are the key to break the curse of your husbandâ It wasnât even a question.
âYes, and please donât say husband. We arenât married.â
âBut you are, little one. I made sure you two are.â My eyes widened at her words.
âWhat did you do?â
âNothing much. The key, sometimes betraying someone can be a great victory, especially with your type of heart, you are willing to forgive and forget. Your love for him is so far deep, it will save your husband,â
âCanât you just tell me straight, what am I supposed to do, Iâm not good with puzzles, also I donât love him.â
âNot now, but later you will, but I can see you have feelings for him. I canât, I canât tempt future events, I can guide you to make the right decisions, is all I can do,â she went quiet for a brief second, and puffed another smoke.
Feelings for him? I do see him as a friend now, no, I donât, and will never have feelings for him.
âNow tell me your two wishes,â I sighed, not knowing what to say to her.
âI really donât have any, just for my family to be safe, thatâs all.â
âDonât worry, they are, they miss you terribly, though. When you are ready, give me your wishes. It doesnât have to be right now.â she turned to go in.
âWait, you havenât told me how to help, if I will not kill the king. What do you mean to give you my wishes? You arenât going with us. I am lost. You never answered me. Did you send that Shadow after us?â All these questions rushed out of my lips. The elder stopped in her tracks and stretched out her arm to open the door.
âNo, I did not send it out. The king knows the pirateâs location, and heâs heading this way as we speak, since he still thinks youâre his daughter. Donât worry, the pirate wonât be sending you home, anytime soon, and when that day comes when you do return home, is the day you are really going to die.â With that she enters the house.
âDie? Iâm still going to die?â I sighed, rubbing my head.
âI donât get your riddles, why canât anyone be straightforward with me, now Iâm still going to die? Oh, Come on!â I stood, leaning my forehead against the cold wooden door.
âIâm still going to die, and all I want is a peaceful life with my books.â I dropped to my knees and clenched my fist.
âLike my life canât get any worse? Can it?â
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