The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew (Book 2) Chapter 10 Maurelle as a child

 

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Maurelle was sitting on the floor playing with some dolls. She was about five years old as she sat on the floor playing. Her wings drooped behind her as she had not learned to hid them yet. They all wanted her to hid them. She couldn’t understand what was happening. Her brother and sister were older. They could hide their wings. They seemed to know more than she did. Like why they left home and why father did not come with them. She felt sad as she sat and played. She looked at her wings. She knew they wouldn’t let her out until she could hide her wings.

“I hate this.” She sighed.

Annabelle heard her, “Maurelle don’t fret.” She sat down next to her little sister.

Maurelle frowned as a tear ran down her face. Thunder could be heard in the distance.

“Oh no don’t start that. ” She said as she wiped her sister’s tears. “We can’t have storms popping up each time you’re upset.”

The sky seemed to quiet butt he bleak dark sky remained as the darkness in Maruelle’s soul remained. “Why can’t I go outside? Where’s father?”

“Oh Maruelle, there are some things you are just too young to understand.”

Maurelle crossed her arms as she didn’t like that answer. “I am not a baby! I want to go outside! I want father!” The lights of the house burst as she Maurelle’s anger came out.

Her mother was in the other room and came rushing in, “Maurelle stop it right now!”

Maurelle froze as her mother came in. She wore a long dress with a white apron wrapped around her waist. Maurelle always thought her mother was the most beautiful women in the work and she hated making her mad but she saw a difference in her and in the others lately. She didn’t know what was going on. They all thought she was just a baby and therefore never told her anything. “I’m sorry mother.”

Olivia, or Libby, came over to her and picked her up. She cradled her in her arms. “Honey, I know you’re sad but we have to be safe. I know you love your daddy but he is not the same man he once was. Please don’t search for him.”

Maurelle slumped in her mother’s arms. “Father doesn’t love me anymore.”

Libby knew this would be difficult but she had to tell her. “Maurelle, I know you are young but this is important. Your father is not the same. He tried to hurt you, all of you.”

Maurelle was mad, “He would never do that!” she ran to her room in tears.

Annabelle got up to go to her, “Let me talk to her.”

“Please hurry. This town can’t afford another rain storm.” Her mother said.

Libby stood up and walked over to the bookshelf as Nathan came in. He was about eight years old with bright red hair and a face which was full of freckles. His bright red hair was not soaking wet. “She’s crying again isn’t she?”

Libby was looking for a book to read to Maurelle in hoped of calming her down. “Yes, well she’s so young. She just doesn’t understand.”

“Mother a book won’t solve everything.” He added as he was about to go up to see his sister.

“Sometimes a good book is just what is needed.” Libby added. She often thought that in this land she could become a librarian.

Nathan shrugs and goes up to see his sister. As he enters her room he walks up to her and gives her a hug. “Come on you’re gonna flood flood this place.”

Maurelle wipes her eyes and looks at them, “But why don’t you care about father? How can you let mother say such things about him?

“Because he is evil and gave me this scar.” Nathan raises his shirt and shows a cut that ran across his belly. “If mother did not come in when she did I would have died.”

Maurelle reached to touch the scar. “Oh Nathan, I’m so sorry.”

Annabelle hugged Maurelle, “Mother is doing her best. She wants to protect us. She loves you. You need to listen to her.”

Maurelle nodded.

Nathan replies, “Maurelle you are probably the most powerful one of all lof is. Father wants you especially. He wants to use your magic to corrupt you. So you can be at his side but that means you will be hurting people.

Libby was standing in the doorway listening to them. She was carrying box and book in her hand. “Maurelle,” She says from the doorway, “We are all here to help you.” She hands her the box.

Maurelle takes the box excitedly. “What is this? It’s not my birthday or Christmas?”

“No it’s not but this is important and it’s time you had one. This should help you.”

Maurelle help the box in her hand for a moment looking at it. It was beautiful. A long narrow black case with a green ribbon around it. She removed the ribbon as excitement built up in her. As she opened the box she gasped.

“It was chosen for you a long time ago.” Her mother added but she was lying.

Maurelle picked up the stunning green wand. She held it gently as she had seen others hold theirs. A green midst seems to come off the wand and circle around her. At first it was pretty as it glowed but then as she held the wand it started to hurt. Maurelle tried to hid this fact from everyone because she thought she would be letting them down if she didn’t want to hold her wand.

“This wand will help control your magic. You are very powerful Maruelle. This will funnel your magic, so you can have better control.” Her mother added.

But tears could been seen in Maurelle’s eyes as the pain started to be unbearable. It not only affected her hand but it swelled to the rest of her body. She put the wand back in the box and as soon as she let go of it the pain stopped. “Does this mean I won’t be as powerful if I use the wand?”

Her brother and sisters her confused as their wands never made them cry.

“No darling, listen. Each fairy needs a wand.” She lied again. Maurelle was far too powerful and the wand was going to block some of her magic so it won’t be so chaotic. She knew Maurelle would be able to handle her magic one day but right now they needed to be careful. They needed to hid.

“Is this a trick?” She asks as she knew something was wrong. Why would her wand cause her pain. She was fairly smart for her age. It might have taken her a while to catch on to this fact but as she sat listening to her mother questions arose.

Annabelle and Nathan, knew what was going on and they didn’t like it. “Mother she can learn this isn’t right.” Nathan was not going to give up. “She can learn to control it. This isn’t fair.” He took the wand and broke it.

“Nathan!” Libby yelled back at him.

“You can’t control her like that.!” Annabelle added.

“What are we supposed to do then? Each time she cries the town floods.!” Libby wasn’t angry at Maurelle. She was scared. “He can find us then!”

“I’m sorry.” Maurelle wasn’t happy. She wanted her wand but not that one. “It hurt when I held it. I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it longer.”

Annabelle saw her mother was carrying a book. “What is that?” She asked.

Libby pulled the book away.

Nathan called out, “It’s a spell book! Can we use that? Where is her real wand?”

Their mother has just used it to create the wand. Libby sighed. She wasn’t a heartless person. She loved Maurelle. She was only trying to protect her and the rest of her family. She left the room and returned moments later with another box. This box was unlike the first. It wasn’t as pretty and it didn’t have a ribbon on it. In face it was rather plain.

Maurelle was afraid to touch it as the last one hurt so badly.

“Go ahead Mar, it won’t hurt you.”

Maurelle reached for it slowly. “Are you sure?” She asked.

“Yes dear. I’m sorry for earlier. I wanted to protect all of you.”

It was then that Maurelle started to realize just how scared everyone was. “I’m sorry mommy.” She hugged Libby. “I promise I will do my best to be better.” She still had a difficult time as seeing her father as evil. Maurelle couldn’t remember the evil side of him and the others didn’t understand why she didn’t remember it.

Maurelle held the old torn up box in her and and opened it. The wand looked almost identical to the other wand. Nathan and Annabelle figured their mother did that to trick them. Maurelle picked it up and help it gently as she did before but this time it didn’t hurt. A warm green glow came from it and circled around Maurelle. The wand seemed to be claiming her. Maurelle smiled, “I promise I won’t go looking for father. I understand now.” In truth she didn’t understand all of it. Not the way the others under but she would keep her word.

“Now you can hide your wings.” She hands Maurelle an old spell book. It was torn and dirty just like the wand’s box was. The pages were yellow and some seems to have been burnt.

Maurelle was only four years old, after all, she could hardly read. She looked frustrated as she tried to read the book. “I can’t read any of this. None of the words make any sense.”

“Its written in the language of the Faye. We are the only one who can even see these words.” Annabelle was a little older. She had already learned to read this language. “I can help you.”

“But I can even read English, how am I supposed to read this.” She was frustrated.

A noise could be heard downstairs as someone had opened the door. Rosalie came in soaking wet. She has been playing in the rain. She loved the rain. Rose wasn’t much older than Maurelle. She was only a year of two old then Maurelle but in that time she had learn to read and write in faye and hid her wings.

Libby knew it was Rose, “Please don’t track that mud all over the house.” She called from upstairs.

Rose looked at her feet, covered in mud as she ran around barefoot outside. She wore a long dress that was also covered in mud as she had already started to walk to the kitchen. She shrugged and took out her wand. She waved her wand over her feet, her dress and the follow. Then since she heard her mom upstairs and didn’t seen anyone down stairs she went up to meet everyone. “Sorry, I cleaned it all up.” She said as she walked in the room with a smile on her face. She was hoping she wouldn’t be in trouble but then she saw everyone sitting on Maurelle’s bed. “Whats going on?” She walked over and took the book from Maurelle. “What are you learning?” She said as she looked at the book.

“I can’t read it so nothing I guess.” Maurelle sounded pitiful.

“Oh I can teach you.” Rosalie smiled,. “I just learned myself.”

“Yes we can all help you.” Nathan and Annabelle both agreed with Rosalie. “You’ll be playing outside in no time.

Maurelle perked up as they all offered to help her.

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