Kapitel 8: Chapter (8): Trick

Ell shrugged and went to the bookshelf. Barbara uttered about a witch and it was a real witch so, to be honest, it couldn't be Elenore, indeed. There must be a book there that slipped from Elenore's sight. The wicked woman burned all of the other books that their mother bought them, believing that they could raise the kids ruthlessly against her. Especially the ones that were about an awful stepmother. Not all of them were crazy like her.

"Do you care at all?"

Ell was angry with her.

"You know I do, but you are showing sensitivity in front of others' eyes. Our parents hated it."

"You are always after taking the initiative."

Ell believed.

"Then let's use it, let's be wicked to each other and rescue ourselves from her. She can't endure us this way."

Luna said, remarking that Ell had mentioned their uncle wanting them.

Elizabeth brushed her eyes off Luna's big eyes that were ready for playing a wicked show. If she noticed Ell lied to her, she would leave her behind to die here.

"Alright! You already tickled me to pull your hair."

"Her parents are coming. Make sure you don't ruin my hair all at once." Luna alerted.

"I thought you wanted the fortune, but I feel bad for Barbara and others, when I think about it, we would miss them."

"She would fire them all, did not you see? She was fine and only her hands got scratches, how did she survive?"

"Probably father tossed her out."

Elizabeth replied with a shaky voice. But her sister saw it from the window.

"No sister! The situation wasn't something that father could even think of helping her, the earth devoured them and as the steam was high the sight was hazy."

Luna was smarter than Elizabeth. The little one was always using tricks to solve an issue but Luna didn't need that until she carried a big brain in her head.

"Why are you in your bed then? I thought you would not pretend weakly."

Elizabeth snapped. When she saw such important things they had to plan.

Luna nodded and shoved the sheet away, fleeing herself from agony was the only way to think appropriately.

"You will find nothing inside that bookcase which the tales are only for kids under five."

Luna strode to her bag, taking out the book their mother loved.

"Look, mother had chosen our names from this book."

She added, approaching Elizabeth with an extended hand. Luna studied Elizabeth's face that was upset.

"I am sorry for treating you badly, but we have to claim chaos so they will do anything to keep us away."

Elizabeth smiled mildly but quickly washed it down as she saw the book's title.

"When The Wolves Cry!"

To her, the title was strange. Why would their mother choose a mystery horror book to like? She even named her daughters assembled from those characters that were illustrated on the first pages.

"This is Elizabeth! She looks like you. She fell in love with a werewolf."

Elizabeth smirked, putting back the book in Luna's hand.

"I don't believe in werewolves nor the vampires. Perhaps they are a bunch of Faeries that were wandering around, shifting shapes like animals, and if you ever harmed them you would be cursed to live in misery for the rest of your life which is sick!"

Elizabeth answered, bringing shiver to her sister's heart, walking to the window. She heard the wheels and it was obvious who just arrived. A chunky butler rushed and took the umbrella on for his chunky fury Masters.

The sky flashed and blue light cast on Elizabeth's face. Elenore's mother looked up and discovered the little girl. Ell dropped her hand off the curtain.

"Whatever they are, they exist! The Rose forest exists. I believe so. Our kin came from that land and you can't be ignorant, sister."

Elizabeth shrugged. She never felt magic nor any aspect related to it that could account for this matter, proving that this myth in their family was true.

"Is there anything about a witch?"

Elizabeth was not interested in such kind of books and she would rather read epic poetic genre that's composed of battles and the fantastic combats, characterizing men and women who stepped inside the battlefield to bring honor to their lands and families, to credit their power thus no one could demonstrate courage for hunting them down.

Luna got back to their bed to ease her hurting back.

"Yes, let me see. I didn't read the last chapters which explain about them."

She turned the pages quickly after checking the content titles.

"Hags of Greenwood!"

"Well, interesting title! Anything about a cursed crow?"

Luna froze, she was reading the words repeatedly. The first page of that chapter had an acknowledgment about their belongings and the red roped crow was one of them.

"She was right! A witch had sent the crow!"

Elizabeth found it impressive and rushed to their bed, sneaking on the mattress. She snatched the book and reread what her sister mentioned.

"Gods above!"

"Elizabeth, are we good now?"

Luna asked, she felt guilty shouting at her in front of Dorian Black.

"We are, nothing can separate us."

Luna hugged her.

"Fine," Ell tabbed on her shoulder. It wasn't actually their major dilemma.

Luna moved back and pointed to the book.

"The king forbid the witches crossing our borders but one is around. They will burn her if they ever find her. No one from Witchberg is valid to come here in Bolingtone."

"Yes, but how this witch could notice this lenten incident?"

"Incident? Luna, don't use that word! Can you believe this word? How could both of them die in the same way in the same place? The adults just believe what they want to believe."

Elizabeth remarked. The truth was always an important matter to everyone but when it came to hear that, everyone's reaction was entirely unpleasant. This is why people rather choose to lie.

"It is like a sour candy that looks beautiful." Luna described.

"We must get out to hear what they say now! I am keen to know what is going on in their mind."

Elizabeth bounced down the bed and flashed to the door.

"Let's go from the back stairs where the maids cross. There is a dark spot there." She got to her feet. Fixing her messy hair.

Elizabeth grinned. Luna pushed the ethic back behind the door, she hated eavesdropping but now she was suggesting it.