Chapter 79: The Role of Villainy

Her blue hair matched with the gray shroud and mantle given to her. The staff she carried is like roots coiled together, a gem was attached to the top of it. She wore a mask that covers eyes. Her hair was braided. Making her long protruding ears stand out more. Under the light of the moon, she stood.

Her round eyes were despondent. Her aura was rather impassive and cold. She stood staring at particular village filled with levy farmers that are said to be the ‘evil’ that she needs to be quelled. They looked happy from what she is seeing. The village was bustling, it was filled with colorful crops, and the lands seem fertile and fat.

There are wooden fences separating each tilled land. There are barns nearby that house horses, sheep’s, cows, and cattle of the likes. There is piggery near the river. She could hear the oinks of the pigs. The village was rather well defended with all of the guards lurking around wearing kettle hats and wielding spears.

The road around the town was filled with at least three or two patrols carrying torches. The houses in the villages were well-lit. She could see the smoke rising from their chimney. Their houses were made of wood and stone. She could tell that the village is well-off.

This village is close to a town which is considered to be one of the most peaceful regions in the southern continent. These regions are far from harm, they are well-guarded and there are many forces of the sun’s crown guarding them. This place is where most of the crops are yield and the place where cattle are slaughtered and butchered.

The moon made her able to see the sparkling river nearby. There was a huge orchard farm near the river, which is just a bank away from the piggery. She could see the apples on the orchard farm blooming with apples. They were red and ripe. She could see how well they were taken care off.

The wind fluttered her hair. She took a whiff of it and felt the cold air entering her throat. A wild thought came to her. She sniffed, she rubs her sole to the ground. There was hesitance in her actions. She came here for a reason that is to take care of the evil that is the levy here.

The priest said to her;

“There is evil in the safest region near the territory near Dunwich. This territory is well-off and safe; they have no problem with the sun’s crown around. They might look good outside. But inside, they are evil. Evil and they suffer the disease of decadence and plans of topping those who protect them. They are ungrateful an even though they knew the suffering in the middle continent. They yield and give only a little and instead fill their own coffers instead of giving. Selfish, braggart and evil, which is what they are and you, must remind them what makes them safe.”

The priest told her that. She remembered the priest that forced her into this role. This role of hers will allow her to ‘save’ humanity from extinction. The priest has already explained to her what her role is. That is why knowing her role. She pointed her staff at the moon. A prayer, she muttered. She began.

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This prayer echoed and slowly but loudly, her voice shook the whole village. The guards were alarmed. They looked at what was happening but they could not see anything! They scream, fear crept into their hearts. They try to brace themselves from the heavy shaking of the earth.

But spike-like roots appeared before them and before long it thrashed the houses that were at peace. The house bore holes as the spike-like roots poke hole in the roofs. The roofs were destroyed and before long in the tips of the roots, a blue sphere appeared. This sphere looked malicious and before long it produced a crackling sound. The sound then lashed out, a lightning-like whip came about and started destroying the houses.

Chaos started to happen in this once peaceful village.

The guards were being killed, and the villagers were being wounded. The orchard farm nearby was being uprooted, there was a bit of spark and there the whole orchard filled with trees burned. The fire started, and it slowly spread into the piggery where the pigs squeal as they get burned alive.

A child ran along the dirt road while searching for her parents. She saw them but they were wounded. Blood was pouring out of her father, and her father was raggedly breathing.

Her father cried tears the moment she saw her child. He was glad that she was not harmed. The father asked what was happening. And there his answers were responded. He saw a figure afar with blue long hair. Her ears were long and she wore a menacing mask that seems to cover her face, her hair was blue as the ocean, and seeing it dreadfully flutter in the air. He could only mutter and shakily pointed at this figure and say.

“It’s an elf...a witch...why is such a creature here in this village!”

The others heard him. They looked at the figure from afar and simultaneously their legs trembled and fell to the ground. They could feel the overwhelming mana that was being poured around the village. This figure vanished and as if the world carried her. She approached the village while riding a root that sprouted from the ground.

They heard stories of Elves being able to control nature magnificently. So this only served their fear that indeed in their village, an elf has started an attack.

They didn’t know the fear of the Elves. They merely were told that there are creatures that wanted to attack the southern continent. They did not believe them for they didn’t see them. Yet now, they felt foolish. The sun’s crown was right. Indeed there is such evil that exists and they didn’t listen!

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Her hair was blue as the night.

Her skin pale as the moon’s light.

She wore a mask on her eyes.

She carried a staff that of natures coil.

She was mythical in every sense.

Her heart was wistful, however.

She was simply forced into this role.

Her role was of lesser evil.

A role that would protect those she cared.

The black robe priest said.

You will be evil.

You will be worse.

Yet thus you will protect.

She accepted the role.

Her heart doesn’t love it.

Her heart refused it.

Her heart despite it.

Yet she is the blue witch of the night now.

She is the witch who shed blood in the night.

This was simply a role.

This was a role of a woman.

A role forced upon her.

This is a role of villainy.

A role needed.

But for whom?