Chapter 34: The moon chain

Azula raised one brow and threw a heavy sword toward Hazel. The metal landed with a loud clang on the floor near her feet.

"That’s good enough. Follow me then, puppy!" Azula said in a cold voice and turned away without waiting.

"Wait!!"

Rita suddenly appeared right in front of Hazel. The sudden movement only made Azula more annoyed.

"Stay out of this, Barbie witch," Azula snapped.

Rita glared at her. "Be careful, black dog. I might practice my first generation curse on you."

Hazel almost laughed. She had forgotten how similar the two of them were. Rita was playful, had a sharp tongue, and loved annoying people. Azula was quiet, cold, and full of mean energy.

Rita turned to Hazel with a serious face. "Can you look into the time when you were very young?"

Hazel blinked. "Huh?"

Rita rolled her eyes. "Don’t be dumb and lazy! I want you to find the person who cursed you."

Lady Mira frowned. "You still cannot locate her?"

Rita nodded. "Yes. The person seems more powerful than I thought." She frowned deeper. "I don’t even think the person is a witch. That’s weird"

Azula’s frown also grew. "Having an enemy since you were a baby is creepy."

Rita ignored her and kept her eyes on Hazel. Hazel raised her chin stubbornly.

"I won’t look into anything. What are you going to do about it?"

Rita rolled her eyes hard. "Enough ! This is not the right time for you to act arrogant! hurghhh!!"

Hazel frowned back. " Hey look red hair doll, I don’t like the way you talk to me. You’re even shorter than my younger sister. It makes me want to beat you every day."

Rita opened her mouth to answer, then paused. "What? I am older than your mother!" This made Hazel looked at her again. " What? you?? hmmm!"

Lady Mira suddenly burst into laughter.

"That’s a grey wolf for you," she whispered with amusement. "They are very good at giving people a taste of their own medicine." She started walking away. "We will talk later, Hazel. Please don’t forget what we discussed."

Rita glanced at the High Priest’s back, then looked at Hazel again.

"We have no time for this..."

"I will tell you... on one condition," Hazel said with a small grin.

Azula rolled her eyes and turned away. "So boring. Why would I ever bow to her as my queen? Is the Moon goddess kidding me?"

Hazel sighed. It wasn’t like she needed their approval anyway. " Your queen my ass!"

Rita swallowed her pride. "Look, we really don’t have much time. You need to know who cursed you as soon as possible"

Hazel sighed and looked at her seriously. "Why are you so confused? It’s something you should be able to find out."

"No, I can’t," Rita answered. "And that means the situation is very bad."

Hazel froze. Only then did she understand how serious this was. "Ahh... how?"

Rita scoffed. "It means the person who cursed you was not a witch!"

Hazel’s mind suddenly went to the strange wooden box a mysterious stranger had given her years ago. The person had told her she would only be able to open it when the time was right. Could that stranger be connected to the curse?

"Do you have anyone in mind?" Rita asked. "Have you been seeing the same scene repeating in your dreams?"

Hazel shook her head. She quickly described the stranger who had given her the box.

Rita frowned. "How would I know if I cannot even sense the person’s energy?"

Rita’s eyes then moved to the silver moon necklace around Hazel’s neck. She had never paid close attention to it before. After staring at it for a while, she folded her arms.

"This is not your race royal silver that’s made of expensive plastic..." She reached out and touched it carefully. "It’s pure silver. The kind of silver that hurts your race. Why are you wearing it?"

Hazel looked down at the chain and sighed. The topic already gave her a headache. "Well... I don’t even know." After thinking for a while. She added. " Or let me say... mystery"

Rita kept examining the necklace. "That’s a pathetic memory. How did someone like you even get the luck of becoming His Majesty’s mate?" Then her eyes narrowed at the strange words carved on the pendant.

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"This looks like... Hebrew language," she murmured. She glanced at Hazel. "Remove it and let me see it properly."

Hazel placed her hand over the pendant and stepped back. "Why would I?"

Rita groaned. "Oh please, don’t make things difficult! No wolf can steal this from you. The fact that you can wear it is already a disaster for your race." She scoffed. " Silver weak both werewolves and vampires! I don’t know why you are with it! No wonder they accused you as a witch!"

Hazel stared at the necklace for a long moment. She had always wondered why she could wear something that no one in her family, not even Emily, could touch. Her mother had only told her it was a gift from someone special on the day she was born.

Finally she took it off and handed it to Rita. " Well... I will be glad if I’m one" She would have teleported far away.

Rita’s frown grew even deeper as she studied the words. "This is an ancient language... one of the oldest" She suddenly looked toward the throne hall with a strange expression. "I think His Majesty will understands this language. Follow me."

Before Hazel could answer, Rita disappeared into thin air.

"How am I supposed to follow you through the air?!" Hazel screamed in frustration.

She clenched her fists and started marching angrily toward the throne hall. " You just wait till I’m strong enough to snap your neck, annoying witch!!"

[ I want to say a big thank you for your support! Note that the histories in this story is just a fiction made by me. Thank you"

[ Note: Hazel is not a witch and her mother knew that Scarlett was lying, I hope you understand that. Thank you]