Klasma: Eavesdropping

Klasma: Eavesdropping

// She's sometimes confronted with the way people think of her. Neela knows she's the witches' boogeyman and it's not difficult to understand why some would choose to hunt her down. While she's aware of how others perceive her, she still is hurt to hear them hate her for something she's not responsible for. 

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A trio of witches sat near the witch. As soon as they entered the tea shop, the young woman felt their energy signature and recognized they were young witches in training. She took her teacup to her lips and while she didn't force herself to truly listen to their conversation, she picked up the word: "Cursed" in their conversation and decided to keep on listening to them. They were fairly young, perhaps 15 years old at best, still curious about the world, with a sense of wonder that had left the witch a long time ago. She tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes so she could focus a little more on the conversation. 

"I don't understand why our supreme insists on warning us about the Cursed One. Is she like the Bogeyman or something?"

"yeah? I heard horror stories about the Cursed One when I was growing up. She's said to be one of the oldest living witches. She's said to be extremely powerful and sadistic."

The third girl kept quiet. She stared at the other two girls and just kept drinking her tea, her mind troubled by the conversation taking place.  Could it be that she disapproved of their words? Neela wasn't sure just yet but it kept her intrigued. 

"I heard that she slaughtered her own coven because she chose The Originals rather than her own sisters. That's how she got her power." -Nëela flinched, knowing full well that it was a lie. She didn't choose The Mikaelsons. She helped them because All life was sacred to her. They cursed her and that curse killed them all. To be accused of such an Unholy crime hurt the witch more than anything else.-

"Yes! She and she keep on hurting our sisters. Rumors say that any witch who encounters her always turns up dead. She became our natural enemy."

"But do we know what she looks like? All I know is that she has golden eyes. How would we know she's here?"

"I think that we would be dead. If we ever met her, she would kill us. People witnessed her crime scenes. They saw corpses being torn apart. They saw people burned to a crisp and blood everywhere. They saw so much blood that some even thought she was using it to perform rituals."

The witch had heard enough and focused her attention back on her cup of tea. They truly turned her into a story to force other witches to fall in line with their coven.  They still perceived her as a monster, someone who was bloodthirsty and who antagonized the whole world. A sad sigh escaped her lips and she reflected upon the last sentence. Some of her fights ended up in a very gruesome way, she could admit to that. How many times did she end up covered in blood? how many times did she have to tear limbs apart, to break bones, or to bathe in the blood of her enemies?  It happened because they left her no other choice. They were the ones who hunted her down. That was a consequence of her curse after all, wasn't it? She was cursed to be rejected by every creature, be it supernatural or human. She was cursed to be hated and meant to be killed so of course, the only way for her to survive was to kill as well. Of course, they would twist it into something else....Of course, they would.