Black-Heart

 

Once every red moon, there was a sacrificial ceremony to the Fairy God. This moon, however, gave a new sacrifice from the last time. Black-Heart, a relative of the Heart family, was being sacrificed this time. Her black hair swung with the wind as she walked upon the leaf, as huge as it was, dipping downwards almost into the boiling pot. An eagle happened to pass by and swooped her away from the cauldron. Rising up into the skies and away from home, she squirmed, her flowery-pink eyes no longer innocent,but rather widened afraid and urging to be let go. So the eagle let the fairy go in midair, and while doing so, her fluttering wings struggled to keep up. Eventually, landing into the forest from exhaustion, the world became a dark black for her.

 

Years later, after obtaining the gift of the dark arts, Black-Heart, now presenting her true self, thinking to be alone, encountered her mother. Her face had a sneering smile on it, bringing nothing but anger and hatred to the reunion. Her face grew with the blackness of her heart. Her flowery-pink eyes slightly looked more of a red rather than a pink. Then, her mother got closer, now Black-Heart chanted:

 

If you believe in God,

Then you’re such a clod,

Now you have trod ,

On my land,  

I will prod,

For you to take a quest,

More commonly, a test,

To prove your worth to me,

Or smited you will be.

 

Her mother was shocked to suddenly see a young village woman in front of her, saying such a thing. Black-Heart, now in the form of the young village woman demanded her to find the Fairy God and go confess herself to it, which was to be done in a day. Black-Heart eyes grew with the desire to rid of the stupidity that  surrounded her.

 

A day later, she came back with the words “I did it, young village woman.”, but that wasn’t quite honest. Black-Heart knew she didn’t, for two reasons- the Fairy God doesn’t exist, and the fact when she followed her mother for the day, she mentioned nothing of the Fairy God verbally the whole time.

 

Black-Heart stated:

 

“Then smited you shall be.”

 

The mother had a look of horror on her face as death rose to her body. Pink flames came about, with her engulfed by them. Finally, relieved of her mother’s stupidity, she returned to her original form. Fluttering away back into the woodlands which she lived in, she noticed when the sun hit her, she had a deep black shadow with a terribly evil grin on it. She could have cared, but she really didn’t. She did what needed to be done- that was all there was to it.

 

The next day, her father arrived.  She took the form of a young village girl, deceiving him as much as he did her. Black-Heart gave him the quest to slay a wild wolf. She gave him a sword, which was much heavier than he had expected. Dragging the sword along his side, he trembled his way to the forest to supposedly slay a wild wolf. Slowly, she chanted:

 

If you believe in God,

Then you’re such a clod,

Now you have trod ,

On my land,  

I will prod,

For you to take a quest,

More commonly, a test,

To prove your worth to me,

Or smited you will be.

 

Unfortunately, for her father, he had the time-frame of twelve hours. One minute from the final hour he arrives, telling the young village girl that he had slew a wild wolf. For such a lie, it wasn’t so little. She grew angry with every tall-tale lie there was and said:

 

“Then smited you shall be.”

 

Horror inflicted his lying self, making Black-Heart satisfied.

 

“Good-bye and good riddance.”

 

Black Heart waved him goodbye, her flowery-pink eyes reminded him of all his mistakes, for she was in her original form. Walking away with her deep black shadow, now blobbed up to a darker matter, she began to feel relieved of her parent’s stupid, selfish, and lying selves.

 

 

The very next day, Black-Heart’s sister appeared, which urged Black-Heart to shapeshift into a wolf, baring its teeth at her sister. Her long, black hair transformed into fur and her pink eyes were of no more. They became a deep black.  Interesting as it was, her sister spoke growl, the wild wolf’s language. In the language of growl, Black-Heart gave her a quest. This quest was to find the lost and recently burnt down hometown of Black-Heart and her sister. She chanted:

 

If you believe in God,

Then you’re such a clod,

Now you have trod ,

On my land,  

I will prod,

For you to take a quest,

More commonly, a test,

To prove your worth to me,

Or smited you will be.

 

But, of course her sister had no clue anymore where it was, since it was gone for good. Black-Heart went back into the woodlands to spy on her sister. Coincidentally, she found the area where the ash from the place was, and achieved her task. But this made Black-heart furious. So furious she wouldn’t just smite her, she would chew her up.

 

Black-Heart’s sister arrived back, while telling the truth, proving not everyone lies. But, Black-heart, on the other side of her sister, angrily ran towards her, opening her jaws to rip her to pieces. Such was done, and her sister was no more to bother her. Trying to sleep it off, a deep, dark shadow appeared from underneath. Swallowing her whole.