The Devil's Cursed Witch

Ember laid back on the grassy field, using Draven’s arm as a pillow. This time she continued to look up at the sky which was painted with hues of different beautiful colors as the sun was going to set soon.

“Draven.”

“Hmm?”

“Is this the effect of the bond that we have fallen for each other,” she asked.

“Do you feel that it is an effect of bond? he asked, staring at colourful sky.

She chuckled, “It’s because I can’t believe I can even feel such feelings. Till a month back, I didn’t even know what it meant to love someone.”

“It’s not a bond, it’s our own feelings,” he replied, “Bond can only compel you to be closer to fulfill it but later it’s you and your own feelings. What we feel for each other, is just us and not the bond.”

“Really?” she said happily, “Good to know it because I am happy with what I feel for you. I don’t want it to be the effect of bond. I want it to be real us and our feelings.”

He turned to his one side to face her. His right hand caressed her cheek, “Are you that happy?”

She turned to her side to face him as well, “Shouldn’t I be to have such a great man as mine, my husband, my mate?”

His mate was getting good with words and she now even learned to flirt with him. He smiled and pecked on her forehead. “I am happy as well to have you as my mate.”

Just then her gaze fell on the wrist of his right hand which was caressing her cheek. She held his hand and looked at that mark. She had been seeing this mark quite a few times whenever he didn’t wear his hand gloves but never get to ask him.

“What is this bird-like red mark on your hand?”

“I am not sure either,” he replied, not knowing how to explain it to her.

She offered him surprised look. “How do you not know? It’s your body, your own hand.”

“This mark appeared on my wrist after we completed the bond that night.”

“Appeared? It was not there before?”

“Hmm,” he agreed.

“Does that mean I marked you as well?”

“Looks like it.”

“But, I didn’t bite you.”

“I think it’s just the effect of the bond created between us,” he replied.

“Well, that’s a beautiful mark. I liked it,” she said as she caressed the inside of his wrist where the phoenix tattoo was drawn. “Now you have my mark as well.”

She continued to caress it with her thumb and suddenly something happened which made her pull her fingers back. Some random blurry images flashed in front of her eyes as she saw that same green eyed woman in her dreams who was drawing something.

Ember looked startled and moved away from Draven as she sat up.

“What happened?” Draven asked as he sat up as well.

“I…I felt something,” she replied, staring at his right hand’s wrist.

“What is it?” Draven asked and somewhat he felt what it could be, ‘Did she have the same vision as me?’

Just as he thought, he heard her. “I saw that green-eyed woman again. She…she was drawing this bird on someone’s wrist,” Ember couldn’t see the owner of that wrist but she looked at Draven in shock, “Did..Did she draw it for you? She looked happy when she was making it.” Her eyes held expressions of confusion as well as if something was being snatched away from her. Her eyes turned teary.

Draven held her hand, “Calm down first, Ember.”

She didn’t know what to say or think about the vision she had just got, “Why…Why do I get visions about that woman? Who is she? Why can’t she just let me be?”

Draven wiped her tears that just rolled down her eyes, “Ember, calm down first.”

Ember felt devastated and could not stop herself. “W-henever I see that woman, I can not help but feel sad and end up crying…She gives me pain…I-I don’t want to see her anymore. Why is she troubling me like this when I am finally happy? Why?”

She looked at Draven with her teary eyes, “You say this mark just appeared on your wrist after we completed the bond but when I touched it, I saw her drawing it on someone’s wrist and I am sure that someone is you. Do you know her? If you know her, tell her to not show up in my dreams.”

Draven simply looked at her, to give her time to adjust to her current outburst of her state.

“Draven, why don’t you tell me who she is? I don’t mind if you know her and she made this mark on you. I just want to know why she is playing with me like this. It’s painful…so painful to feel her pain and even her happiness. I don’t want to feel anything related to her.” Ember started to cry even more.

Draven pulled her into his embrace and hugged her gently. He caressed her head with his one hand and let her cry. Once he felt she had stopped crying, he let her go and wiped her tears.

“Will you listen to me now?” his voice was gentle.

She nodded.

“I have concluded something about this situtaion but what I am going to tell you, listen to it calmly and don’t be so shocked, understood?”

She nodded again like an obedient girl.

“We both get visions of the same woman, right?” he asked only to see her nodding again, “That means we both are connected to her.”

“Seems like it,” she replied, trying to control those light sobs.

“I have had visions about her for the past thousands years even now and then but since the day we met, those visions are frequent,” he informed and asked, “that woman holds the power of fire attribute, you must have felt it as well.”

“That’s right,” he said and hesitated to say next, “You have seen a lot of strange things here after coming to Agartha which you must have never thought are possible, isn’t it?”

“Hmm,” she nodded, “I thought Dragons are myth.”

“But now you believe.”

“Yes, I do.”

“So what I am going to tell you, you have to try to believe it as well which might sound stranger than what you have come across till now.”

“What is it?”

“I think that the woman in my dream has reincarnated….” he stopped to see her reaction.

“Reincarnated?” she repeated as she waited to hear more.

“And that reincarnation is you,” he finally said it.

Ember felt speechless for a moment before reacting, “Me?”