Chapter 104 - No longer human - Part 3

"Violet, your eyes—they're purple." Luke cupped both of my cheeks, wanting to have a closer look at the change in my eyes. "They're really purple."

I looked at him, befuddled, not knowing what he meant by my eyes turning purple. Instead of asking, I decided to look for a mirror to see it myself. I got out of bed, wanting to walk to the mirror, but felt my legs going weak. Luke caught me just before I fell.

"Careful, your body is still weak from before," he warned as he dragged me back to the bed. He then moved away, picking up the mirror on the wall and placing it in front of me. I took it in my hands and peered in the mirror, noticing that I looked like a complete disaster—but that's not the point right now. 

The woman had brown hair that fell just below her ċhėst, a pale complexion, and long lashes that batted whenever she blinked. Her small nose and heart-shaped lips were all the same, but her eyes were no longer the jade green color that had garnered so much admiration from others. They were now the color of purple, just like what he'd said. 

I rubbed my eyes, not believing what I'd just seen. What happened to my eyes? Why did they change color? I've had green eyes for my whole life, but why are they purple now? 

Worried that anything horrible might happen, I glanced at Maggie, who seemed unconcerned about what was going on. Noticing my stare, she sighed. 

"It's nothing to be worried about," she said, rolling her eyes. "Your magic must have changed the color of your eyes, and that's all there is to it. When you let your magic inside, it will most likely return to normal."

Does that mean my eyes will turn purple whenever I use my magic? 

Luke took the mirror from me, returning it to the wall. When he came back, he said, "You look beautiful with your new eyes too." 

I looked away bashfully but then caught the look of disgust Maggie was giving both of us. Maggie then beckoned for me to move away from her bed, clearly feeling impatient for me to leave her house. She said she'd gotten enough human interaction for the day. 

If I'm not wrong, I think I remember having a dream like this just a few weeks ago—a dream where I had purple eyes. Again, it was a dream where it felt like it was a piece of my memory, but I had zero recollection of it. It was as if the dream was replaying a piece of my memory which I'd forgotten. 

Furthermore, each of those dreams was related to magic. 

Could it be that not only did my mom seal my magic, but she also sealed a few of my memories related to magic? If that's the case, then it's no surprise that I had no idea I was a witch. 

Luke helped me get off the bed, offering me his hand to support my weak body. My body must have taken a huge toll from the previous pain since I could feel my legs turning to jelly right now. I couldn't even stand properly without shaking. 

As we exited the bedroom, I attempted to retrieve my coat, which had been left on the chair, but something fell from the shelf atop the chair before I could reach my coat. Without anyone touching it, a jar fell from the shelf and shattered into pieces when it hit the ground—ultimately causing the content inside to leak out. 

Inside was something small and blue, something I'd never seen before. I noticed that it was an animal, which appeared to be a blue lizard. We believed it would be harmless as it was so small—about the size of a palm—until it flew straight at us.

I yelped, and Luke quickly smacked the lizard away from us. After the smack, the lizard collapsed to the ground, weakened, and eventually stopped moving. Maggie, who was trying to sleep in her room, walked out to see what all the commotion was about.

She looked at the shattered jar, then at the blue lizard—dead—and finally at us. "What did you do?!!" she shouted, her voice as loud as thunder. 

"I swear we didn't do anything," I raised both of my palms to prove my innocence, but her glare didn't move away. "I was just trying to retrieve my coat when that jar dropped off by itself," I said, pointing to the shelf, and before I could finish, another jar fell off the shelf.

Maggie let out another scream when she noticed another jar had broken apart, allowing a strange-colored liquid inside to spill out. Those jars must be important. 

"See, it dropped by itself!" I defended, not wanting Maggie to charge us more money for this incident. Noticing how dejected Maggie was about the dead lizard and the spilled liquid, I nudged Luke to get him to defend himself too.

"Well, the lizard was flying at us, so I whacked it out of reflex. It looks dangerous, you know, from the color and all. But I don't think I hit it hard enough for it to die in one hit."

Maggie stayed quiet for a few moments, sighing over the mess on the ground. She then said that those jars were the ingredients for the potion she was making and that those things—especially the lizard—were rare ingredients. She said the lizard would even die at the slightest touch, which is why she kept it safe in a jar. 

Though he didn't do it on purpose, Luke must have felt a little guilty about the dead lizard, so he apologized. "Do you need me to compensate you for the dead lizard?"

Seeing another chance to rob him of his fortune, Maggie nodded her head yes. She was still dejected, but her mood had visibly lightened up a little upon hearing about the compensation. 

I pulled on Luke's shirt, trying to tell him that this was the right time to leave since I was worried about his money if we stayed any longer. It just seemed that the longer we stayed here, the more money we would lose. 

I walked over to get my coat but, again, another jar fell from the shelf. I didn't know what the problem was, but those jars kept on falling whenever I got closer. Maggie looked like she was close to passing out when she saw another jar fall, and even compensation was not enough to relieve her of her anger. 

"I-I didn't do anything!" 

"Yes, but your magic did!" Maggie yelled, and I finally realized what was wrong. As I haven't figured out how to control my magic, it appears that my magic has accidentally knocked down a few things in my surroundings—the jars.

"OUT!!" 

...

After leaving—I mean, being kicked out of Maggie's house, Luke couldn't stop laughing at my dumbfounded expression when I discovered that it had been my fault all along. 

"Stop laughing," I scoffed. 

"You should see your face just now," he laughed, imitating my expression. He kept his eyes wide, his mouth agape, then placed his palm at the front of his mouth. I smacked his head. 

Despite the fact that he had to lose more money, he said that it was fine because he had a good laugh. He also mentioned how wonderful it was to see Maggie being so dejected, rather than seeing her being an ȧss all the time. 

In other words, he was happy upon someone else's misery. 

Annoyed with the man and his constant laughter, I forced my wobbling legs to walk faster, but he quickly caught up to me. He offered to carry me home, but I refused as I could still manage on my own. 

As we walked, the sun rose and bathed the sky in a golden glow, igniting the perfect flame in the blues of the sky. A new day had arisen, and along with it, I found myself to be a new version of myself. From this day on, I would be living a life of a witch. The upcoming days would be filled with magic, with things I'd never imagined were possible. 

What will the future look like, I wonder? Would it be good, or would it be bad? I hoped that the choice I made today would only lead me down a path where I could use my new abilities to bring help and comfort to others rather than harm.

"How much money did Maggie ask of you today?" I asked, curious as to how much money he'd spent today. Instead of answering, he returned my question with another.

"Are you sure you want to hear about it?" 

Hearing it, I frowned. Did Maggie ask for so much that he was afraid I would be surprised when I heard about the amount? I nodded to his question, despite being anxious about the answer. I doubt it would be more than one gold, right?

"A thousand gold."

What?! A thousand gold?! I'd never heard of such a vast sum of money before! Is it even possible to have such a large sum of money? I'm pretty sure Maggie was a robber, not a witch. How could she rob him of his fortune like that? 

"W-what can you buy with a thousand gold?" I asked, and Luke took some time to consider his response before giving me an answer that was so shocking I nearly passed out.

"A house?" I gaped.