2 CHAPTER TWO

Welcome to chapter two of my story, where the drama is thicker than oatmeal and the characters are more complex than a Rubik's cube. It's like an episode of "The Bachelor" but with less kissing and more existential crises. But don't worry, I've injected some humor into this literary masterpiece, kind of like adding sprinkles to a boring bowl of oatmeal. So grab a spoon and let's dig in, because if you thought chapter one was a wild ride, you haven't seen anything yet. And if this story flops, well, at least we can say we had fun trying to make it work. Let's do this!

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After the tragic incident that had befallen Konica, years passed by as the kingdom tried to come to terms with the loss of their beloved queen. The king, in particular, was inconsolable and his grief quickly turned into rage as he searched tirelessly for the evil child who had caused his wife's death. However, little did he know that the queen had made the ultimate sacrifice by giving up her life for the sake of her own child.

As time went on, the hatred for children born as Vedan only grew stronger among the people of Konica. They were blamed for the queen's death and were seen as evil creatures that brought nothing but destruction and chaos wherever they went. The king's hatred for them was especially palpable as he ordered their deaths immediately upon birth, without any mercy or compassion.

The once-beautiful kingdom of Konica was now a place of fear and despair. The people lived in constant terror, never knowing when their lives would be taken away by the king's soldiers who were always on the lookout for newborn Vedan babies. The streets were empty and the once-bustling markets were now abandoned as people lived in hiding, afraid to even whisper the name "Vedan" for fear of being heard.

It was a dark time in Konica's history, one that would be remembered for generations to come. The king's anger had consumed him, and his hatred for the Vedan children had turned him into a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist. As the years went on, the people of Konica could only hope for a savior to come and free them from the oppressive rule of their king.

"Follow me," whispered Jamari, her delicate hand gesturing towards her feathered companion. The crow, a dark silhouette in the dimly lit room, hopped off the window sill and gracefully flew to Jamari's shoulder, perching itself firmly.

Jamari had always been blind, a fate she had accepted ever since she could remember. But the mysterious connection she had with the crow had given her something almost magical. Through its eyes, she could finally see.

For years, Jamari had been forbidden from entering her godmother's magical room. But tonight, she had a plan. With the crow's help, she would finally venture inside and take the magical potion that can help release the bonding spell around the cabin, and perhaps discover the secrets that Marcella had kept from her for so long

The small cabin that Marcella had kept her in was familiar to Jamari's touch, but with the crow as her guide, she felt more confident than ever. She walked softly and deliberately, her hearing sharper than most, and her other senses heightened to compensate for her blindness.

As they reached the door of the magical room, Jamari's heart raced with anticipation. She placed her hand on the doorknob, turned it gently, and stepped inside.

The room was filled with mysterious objects and strange potions that glimmered in the flickering candlelight. Jamari's eyes widened as she took it all in, and the crow cawed softly, as if in agreement.

For a moment, Jamari forgot that she was blind. With the crow's eyes as her own, she felt more alive than ever before. But then she remembered the warning Marcella had given her, that she must never enter this room.

Was she making a mistake? Or was this the moment she had been waiting for, the moment that would change everything?

Only time would tell, but for now, Jamari stood in the magical room, surrounded by wonder and mystery, ready to face whatever secrets lay ahead.

Perhaps the potion is here," Jamari murmured to her bird, her delicate fingers trailing over the labels on the various potions in the cabinet. She hoped that one of them could lift the spell Marcella had cast on the cabin, allowing her to finally escape after being trapped for twenty long years.

Her determination was unwavering, her lips pursed in a determined line. Her feathered companion seemed to share in her resolve, its beady eyes fixed on her as if waiting for the moment she would find the potion. The crow cawed three times, and Jamari smiled softly, understanding the animal's message.

"Why do you have to be so scared, mother will not catch us," jamari said.

But then the crow made another sound, and Jamari rolled her eyes in frustration. "Corvus, you don't have to make me feel so stupid all the time," she scolded, picking up a box and trying to force it open.

"I know godmother wouldn't keep it in an obvious place, but something tells me it's around here somewhere. Be a proper crow and go over there," she said, pointing to a corner of the room. "So I can see what's going on. I am sensing a strange energy coming from there"

The room was dimly lit, and the only sound that could be heard was the flapping of wings as the crow flew to the corner of the room. Jamari followed it closely, it eyes fixed on the strange letters that adorned the wall. She slowly bent down to examine them.

"What do you think it means?" Jamari asked Corvus, her voice hushed as if she were afraid to disturb the silence of the room. The bird focused on the letters, lending her its sharp eyes to study them closely.

"Kraa Kraa," the bird croaked in response, its beady eyes never leaving the wall.

Jamari shook her head in frustration. "I don't speak Elvish, Corvus. I never learned the language; it was too difficult for me," she sighed before adding, "whatever Mother is hiding here must be Elven magic."

"Caw caw," the bird replied, moving closer to the letters and studying them intently. Its eyes darted back and forth, as if it were deciphering a secret code.

The air in the room was thick with tension, and Jamari couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced around nervously, but the room was empty except for her and Corvus. The strange letters on the wall seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and she could almost feel the magic emanating from them.

As the crow continued to study the letters, Jamari couldn't help but wonder what her mother was hiding. Whatever it was, it was clearly important, and she was determined to uncover the truth. She watched as Corvus moved even closer to the wall, its feathers ruffling with anticipation.

Jamari hesitated as she gazed at the letters in front of her, her heart pounding with excitement and curiosity. She turned to the bird which was now perched on her shoulder, seeking some kind of affirmation.

"Do you want me to touch it?" she asked, but the bird remained silent, its piercing gaze fixed on the wallJamari took the bird's silence as a sign that she was on the right track.

Slowly and hesitantly, she stretched her hand forward, determined to know what was behind the door and if it could be the key she had been searching for. As she extended her hand, the letters on the wall began to glow brighter, their luminescence casting a soft, ethereal glow on her face.

Just as she was about to touch the letters inscribed on the wall, a voice spoke up behind her, causing her to jump in fear and quickly withdraw her hand. She spun around to face Marcella, her godmother, who stood with her arms folded and a serious expression on her face.

"I warned you to stay away from this room," Marcella said sternly. "Didn't I?"

Jamari's heart sank as she realized the gravity of her situation. She had known the risks of entering this room, but her desire to find the portion had overridden her better judgment.

"Oh, godmother, you're back so early..." she stammered, unable to find the words to justify her presence in the forbidden room.

Marcella's gaze flickered to the gem in Jamari's hand, and her expression hardened. "You stole the key gem and used it to get in here, I see," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. "Give it to me."

Jamari's hand instinctively tightened around the gem, but she knew there was no escaping Marcella's wrath. She reluctantly handed over the gem, her mind already racing with thoughts of the consequences that would follow.

Marcella's sharp gaze pierced through the dimly lit cabin as she addressed Jamari. "Did you come here looking for the potion that breaks the spell I cast around the cabin again?"

Jamari shifted uneasily, avoiding Marcella's intense stare. "Godmother, I-"

Marcella cut her off mid-sentence, turning her attention to Corvus. "How could you let this happen, Corvus? You're the responsible one here, and you were supposed to lend her your eyes. That doesn't mean you should let her see things she wasn't meant to or go into forbidden places."

"Godmother, don't blame Corvus. It's all on me," Jamari interjected, trying to take the blame.

"You broke my rule and then stole from me. Why do you have to be such a brat?" Marcella asked, her annoyance evident in her voice.

"Why do you have to lock me in here forever?" Jamari retorted, her frustration mounting.

"It's for your own good. The moment you step out of this cabin, you're in immense danger," Marcella said, her tone firm.

"Danger from what, exactly? Why won't you tell me?" Jamari demanded, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"I'll tell you when you're older," she replied, her voice softened slightly.

"Older! I'm twenty years old, godmother. I'm old enough," Jamari protested, feeling like a child being scolded.

Marcella's eyes flickered with amusement at Jamari's outburst. "You may be twenty years old, but you still have much to learn, my dear."

"If my real mother, Marie, were here, she wouldn't have let me spend the rest of my life in this place. But it seems that's what you want," Jamari said, her voice choked with tears that brimmed in her eyes.

"Well, your real mother died trying to save you, brat. At least don't make her sacrifice go to waste," Marcella shot back, her tone cold and unfeeling.

"I hate you!" Jamari spat out the words with finality, turning on her heel and striding away in anger. Corvus, her faithful seer, followed close behind her.

Marcella exhaled, feeling the weight of her years of effort and sacrifice for Jamari bear down on her. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to stream down her face. The child she had raised as her own had just openly confessed to hating her.

"Perhaps I have been too hard on her," Marcella mentally chastised herself. "But it's for her own good. I can't watch her destroy herself."

What do you all think about jamari?

Thoughts on Marcella?

Who likes the bird?

Seems you all made it to the end, let's see what the next chapter holds.