The Menace of Rosy White

🔯Chapter One🔯

In the most sporadic rose full moon, in Enkanta valley, in the land of witches and wizards, a beautiful baby was born. Oscar White, the father, was obviously elated for his youngest daughter was finally in his arms, wrapped in this black cloth.

He named her, Rosy White.

“Look, Lili..” He handed the baby to her wife but she only gave him a frown that turned to a crystal infuriation. “She’s a very beautiful baby, look. What’s the sadness all about, dear?” Oscar wheedled for at least, she’d held baby Rosy to her arms for the first time. Yet, Lili blatantly refused.

Her long brows, arched even more. Eyeing back to his husband and down to the baby he’s holding.

“I am not sad, Oscar. I am—disgusted.” Lili enunciated the last word with an apparent anger of which Oscar didn’t anticipate. The baby was such a beauty and she was born in the rare rose full moon—it only happened every five hundred years!

“Hush, Lili. Why would say harsh words?” Oscar was shocked and displeased of how Lili despised his youngest born.

“Look at her Oscar, she’s different. Her hair is auburn that supposed to be black, her eyes are blue where she should have gray! And look at her face—she looks like an angel that’s supposed to be a witch, like me or you or her sisters!” Right.

Rosy White, the youngest among her two siblings, twin siblings, was oddly beautiful. Well, physically in normal people, she’s undeniably gorgeous, an angel, as what Lili described her.

Yet her own mother was very disgusted.

Witches in the land of Enkanta shouldn’t be that beautiful, as Rosy White. I was not saying—ugly witches. No, that’s exactly the opposite in the Land of witches, unpleasant appearance was their description of being beautiful or otherwise, you’d ended up like Rosy White, being despised by her own mother. And even the society of witches and wizards.

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“Rosy!” Lili shouted. Obviously, the old woman was mad again.

“Yes, mother?” A smiling Rosy ran toward her angry mother. While her two eldest sisters, Mia and Chelo were standing behind her. Trying to witness another chaos that sounds sweet to their ears.

“Is this something to smile for? What’s this? You failed the Magiclogy class, again!” Oppsie.

Rosy’s smiled indeed faded and popped like a bubble. She clasped both of her hands and bowed her head and nervous rushed in her nerves. She forgot to tell her mother about that but planned to tell her anyway, she was just carried away doing chores at the backyard.

“I’m sorry, mother for not telling you earlier. I was supposed to tell you that..uhm, later during dinner..” Apologetically said. Lili felt nervous of telling her but she planned not to lie—she would eventually tell her mother that she failed again the Magiclogy class. Yet she understood the fuming mother in front of her—the class was the most important among everything.

And Rosy totally understood why her mother was really upset.

“Humbug! Do you expect me to eat well during dinner, Rosy? You failed your most important class twice already!” Lili madly exclaimed holding this piece of paper that Chelo and Mia handed her awhile ago. Her sisters took out the paper secretly out from Rosy’s bag and told their mother about it.

Her ugly sisters grinned a wide satisfaction as Rosy glanced at the two.

“Why can’t you be like your sisters!” Lili shouted in horror. Every time, ever since, her mother’s thunder seemed like a music to Rosy’s ears—and becoming her to be insusceptible. “Up your room and no dinner for you tonight!” Lili demanded with fury.

“Yes, mother.” And Rosy immediately turned around to ascend the wooden stairs while her sisters were giggling in humor of how their little sister would missed the dinner, again. Such a punishment!

“Poor, Rosy..” Mia hissed while playing her curly hair in her fingers.

“Such a dumb girl..” Chuckled in astonishments as Chelo and Mia hissed looking at Rosy walking upstairs. Another cold night with her empty growling stomach.

Rosy closed the door and expelled an air. It was already dark and she had not changed her clothes after cleaning the chimney. All dust and dirts were printed all over her face.

She stepped and walked towards her old bed. For eighteen years, still the wooden bed that her late father, Oscar made for her. She could still remembered those beautiful days. Her father was the only person who accepted her for who she was..

“Locked in your room again? No dinner?” Well, and Widow as well. This black widow spider slowly crawled down from the ceiling of Rosy’s old room and rested to her shoulder bearing those questions that a smile, Rosy responded to her little curious friend.

“I am full, anyway.” Rosy said and sat on her bed. “I ate blue berries, cherries, and apples I picked at the mountain while on the way here from the academy.” She boasted to Widow.

“And you had a chitchat with animals you saw, if I were correct?” Widow presumed as Rosy happily nodded. She was.

She heard them, the animal’s voice within. She heard it and it’s weird because she was the only witch who could do that. It’s been a secret ever since between Widow and Rosy. Nobody else knew. Well, the three of us..

“Yes! You know, Mr. Slow, right?” Rosy remembered.

“The turtle,” Widow nodded. She saw him one time. “Does he run fast now?” Widow added. Rosy laughed.

“Silly, no.. You see, Mr. Slow told me about his adventures when he was young—in the Kingdom of Sparsha. He once lived there! Amazing..” Mr. Slow, the turle in the woods of Enkanta shared his young adventures in the Kingdom of Sparsha, just across seven mountains from Rosy’s valley.

And every story that Mr. Slow narrated to Rosy created wonderful journey in her mind—the Kingdom of Sparsha sounds so amazingly incredible to Rosy. She never went out outside Enkanta in her whole life.

“What’s amazing in that place is unpredictable danger.” Widow motioned amidst Rosy’s inquisitive imagination. She immediately cut Rosy’s hopes. “Didn’t Mr. Slow tell you about that, hmm? That turtle is still so naïve even when he’s old.” Widow sourly added to her friend. She crawled back holding to her strong web.

Rosy looked outside the window.

“Tomorrow, I’ll visit father’s tomb..and I got nothing to offer.” She remembered, she promised last week to pay a visit to his father’s tomb. She was hoping to offer something beautiful that her usual bouquet of flowers but something like—Academy honors.

“Rosy, your father will always happy to see you pay a visit. I’ll come with you.” Widow said.

Rosy plastered back her smile and thanked her friend for always being with her—from the day she was born, Widow witnessed how happy was Oscar that day and how disgusted Lili was.

And after all, she had always, always understood her mother.