Chapter 63- Men....

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"...Mo...Mother did I perhaps do something wrong ?" She asked, stopping midway in her recitation. Each recitation was made from ancient languages that had been created for the purpose to best use the ability of creating something from nothing. Each text had its own topic, Healing, Elements, Illusions, Divine magic and even Dark magic. They had it all. The Merlin household were a mystical bunch after all that have developed their magic over the years. Her mother's gaze was emotionless. She whipped Ciara once again. Ciara yelped louder and fell to her knees, Blood dripping down from her legs and tears forcing its way down her cheeks. She sobbed softly, the resolve she had built seemed to have crumbled by now. She was a little child after all, there was a limit to how much she could actually endure. "...Get out. You're useless right now". Kira retorted sharply. She walked back to her seat, her gaze fixed on the book she picked up and opened. Ignoring the soft whimpers that slowly excused herself out of her study. Her thoughts reeled in her mind as she stepped out of her mum's study. Raven stood at the window side, her gaze laced with worry as she glanced at Ciara. Ciara slowly looked up at her, her eyes red and teary but a subtle hope had found it's way to her thoughts. She hoped that this was just an anomaly. She desperately wished that her Mother would regret her actions. She was a child, a fact that her mother seemed to ignore quite a lot. All she knew was study and magic but she was just a 6 year old. Raven slowly walked over to her mistress and wiped away the tears on her eyes. "My Lady, You must be strong". She said, a sharp glint of resolve sparkled in her eyes. She led the little girl back to her room, silence softly encompassing them. Ciara had asked herself, what does she mean ? Why did she have to be strong ? This was a simple mistake after all. She was sure her mother would not do such a thing to her again. The hope slowly crept it's way in her heart and a small sigh escaped her lips. Her mind made up, she could only look forward to peace once again. ***** She was gravely mistaken. How many days have passed now ? How many weeks ? Was it a year already ? Ciara did not know. Every class was the same as the last, brutal. Her thoughts had always struggled to find a reason why her mother had changed so much. Every day was the same, filled with pain. It didn't matter if she got the recitation right or not. Her mother simply whipped her harshly when she got tired of staring at her face. This continued to happen until her mother unconsciously spoke out loud in one of her lessons. "only if you didn't look like him". Her eyes dilated when she heard her mother's words and her thoughts were filled with bitter resentment. 'What ? Because of Father ?'. A force, an unimaginable mighty force fell down from the roof unto Ciara and slammed her into the ground. She cried out in pain. Her face writhed in pain as she struggled to resist to no avail. The force pinned her down like a tiny ball. Slowly and gradually, her mana settled. The force of the swirl of mana reduced and her hair turned back to Raven black. Her body remained still. The force gradually dissipated but her daughter was unconcipis by then. Her gaze lingered on the unconscious body of her daughter, a mix of emotions on her once, emotionless face. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she palmed herself harshly. **** After that day, the torturous lecture ended. Ciara was placed under house arrest while she recovered from her wounds. Her mother, Kira remained in her study unwilling to eat or receive any visitors until her daughter awakened from her long slumber. A week had passed but the young girl was unwilling to show any signs of waking up. Kira was trapped in a world of guilt the whole time. No one knew what went through her mind but the maids were sure she appeared every night to check her daughter. Was it remorse ? Was it guilt ? she wasn't sure. Though she is aware. Aware of the fact that her daughter would no longer be her daughter when she wakes up. The thought of it stormed her mind each passing day and she seemed fixated on finding solutions. Solutions that were far from her reach. Two more weeks passed and the young girl finally woke up. It was on a bright sunny day as usual. The seasons never changed in this mystical environment, thanks to the Majestic sky. The ambre Ray's had diffused into her room. An ethereal scene resulted from the brilliant light. Ciara's small figure slowly sat up from her bed, her eyes constricting to the blinging view. She looked around carefully, her thoughts scrambled and searching for answers. '...I don't remember'. She thought to herself when the sound of glass shattering rang in her ears. Raven jerked, her stare filled with pure-intent and worry. Tears brimming down her eyes, she quickly left the room. In a few seconds, she rushed back in with familiar people. Ciara's gaze traced their expressions slowly. Her mother, with a hint of worry on her emotionless face. Her father with intense gaze fixed on her and lastly, Raven. Her lips curled into a tight smile but her tears did not stop streaming downwards. Ciara stared at them blankly for a brief moment but her thoughts arranged themselves orderly. Her eyes grew intense, a hint of resentment hiding behind them. Read new chapters at empire Vivid images rushed in her mind and a single thought appeared. 'Fucking Men'.

Chapter 63- Men....

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