The Moonlight Vigil, also known as the spirit flower. A rare magical flower that blooms in magical conditions. It is known as the spirit flower because it can be used to communicate with spirits. I had just inadvertently raised and bloomed a spirit flower subconsciously and in captivity. I was ashamed to say it but, Aaron was right, I am the witch girl. I walked up to the flower, admiring, touching and just in awe but also in fear. I didn’t expect to do it. To be able to get a flower to bloom in my newest prison cell. It was wild magic wasn’t it? I walked back to the sleeping wolf.
Aaron had talked to her about it when he was heavily intoxicated.
“Witch girl, do you know wild magic?” he slurred
“No” I was practicing my drawing.
He got up quickly and raced to where I was seated. He took my hands and spun me around the room, singing a song in the old elf language.
“It’s called wild magic because its wild.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed” 12 year old me rolled her eyes.
Aaron laughed and sat me down, “The god of the wild, he gives it sparingly to those he deems worthy” he poked my nose “And you witch girl, are one of the chosen few.”
“Because the fairies like it?” I still didn’t believe in this so-called magic I had inside of me.
“Of course that’s why the fairies like it! Because its wild magic!”
“I haven’t seen a fairy”
“Have the fairies seen you?”
I pouted and he began to comfort me all the while laughing, “Now now witch girl. See these flowers you got here? Hmm? Well these are the kinds of flowers that the fairies grow, but you don’t even grow them. You make them out of thin air, and guess how you do it?” he jumped on the table, scattering the drawings and the books.
“With wild magic” I responded, much to his joy.
“Correct you smart little girl” and he chased me around the room, shouting, wild magic.
There were no books on wild magic, just Aaron sharing information randomly, that’s how I got to know most things, like drawing and elf dancing. Through word of mouth.
“Wolf King” I wiggled my toes through his fur, it was really soft, “Are you in the spirit realm? Is that why the flower showed up?”
I stared at the flower, wondering what I should do. I was afraid because I didn’t know what the sleeping wolf king was like when he was awake. Just like the tool I had claimed myself to be, would I be thrown out or sent to the spirit world myself? I was afraid of my much needed death. I didn’t want to die. My life wasn’t the best but it was a life nonetheless, I could shape it into something if I just had the chance without the kidnappings. Maybe I could prevent all the bad things from happening and just stay here with the sleeping wolf king till I died?
That was a plan. A long term plan that could work, as long as he never woke up. As long as we stayed here in this perfect limbo of stilled time, magically appearing food and the constant lack of a proper conversation to cease my insanity, the world would be okay. The world would have no destruction or chaos. I would’ve saved the world. I would be a savior. My heart skipped faster at the thought. I never thought that I could do it, that I had a chance at saving the world and all the people in it.
But first, I had to do something that would either kill me or lead my plan to success. I had to destroy the spirit flower. But how? How do you destroy a spirit flower? It will not wilt, it will not crumble, maybe something made of magic could destroy it. But what? What around me…
I was sort-of, made of, magic. But how would I…There was only one way to find out.
“I hope it tastes good” I said before I ate the spirit flower.