Chapter 380 Things that were hidden- Part 3
Alexander answered Penny, "Yes, she was one of the few. The massacre makes use of the moon signs. Initially, when the white witches were noting them down, they noted it for pulling out energy without harming the people but as time went by and the greed increased, they started to note down and kill the people with certain signs. Signs who have elemental properties which is why most of the books that were written down were burnt," the man paused for a second and then said, "A lot of people think it was the vampires and the councilmen who burnt everything that belonged to the white witches but the truth was that it was the white witches themselves who had burnt them in the hope and effort that no one would ever know about it but it looks like the books still exist."
Penny had read about some of the moon signs but she didn't know that it would link to the massacre.
"Who do you think got these then?" she asked him. It must have either been stolen.
"We don't know. The only thing that mattered was that the people who fell in certain moon signs would be in trouble. They destroyed a lot of things along with it. There must be a diary that belongs to my mother here. She wrote it down when she came here…"
It had been years since the source of black magic had been closed by the first generation of white witches. Witches did live long, thought Penny to herself in her mind. She had been assuming that they had the same life span as the humans but it wasn't so.
Lord Alexander walked to one of the stacks, pulling one book after another, lifting them up to pick a small book which was hidden in midst of the other books, "Here, you go."
Just when Penny opened it and looked at the handwriting, she said, "I know this…I think it was your mother who wrote the books which we have."
Damien took a peek at the book but he found no difference, he could only come to assume that like the books that had been put under the enchantment, similarly the handwriting was perceived differently.
He could also see that Penny was awed by his aunt Isabelle and was turning to be one of her admirers like many others. He was sure even Alexander had caught on to her little excitement.
Flipping the first page she read some of Lady Isabelle's thoughts and they were similar to the things she had written in other books. But this one was more mature in the writing. Even the words had slowly progressed down that felt calm as if she were in peace. Her hand ran across the page to feel the texture of the parchment under her fingers.
'Life has turned out to be peaceful now that I am here in Valeria. I sometimes worry at night when my mind is empty, wondering if I did a mistake by leaving Wovile but it seems to have done better for me. I am thankful for my husband who brought me here, to have met him was the good fortune I was looking for with my beautiful boy who is now two.
The life I left behind me and the people, I wish there could have been better ways of handling it. To know that some of the things would happen and that the few that were left could have deflected it but now that it has been done. I hope the dark side that we have locked and buried down hoping to never see it surface while keeping every other creature safe.
People have taken the white witches unkindly for the deeds of the black witches and what they have done. First chased away and then burnt down in the hopes to finish the entire lineage of the witches. But over the years I have come to believe it was the black witches who were trying to hunt down the black witches by using others just as a means to reach us.
I am the last standing white witch of the first generation and I know there will be a time when I won't be able to save myself but I can save the family that I have built. In hope, that no harm would fall on them.'
There were some more pages where she spoke about Lord Alexander when he was little and about how loving her husband was. By reading the contents in there she felt her chest feel full of love. It was obvious that the lady was dotted and she loved the family she had made here.Closing the book she gave it back to Alexander, seeing him take it and place it amidst the books again as if he didn't want anyone's eyes to fall on it.
All the first generation white witches were dead. Anyone who was looking at the facts could tell that the death didn't take place due to misfortunate events but because the white witches were eliminated one after another.
If Lord Herbert was right about the massacre, the black witches would never be able to find out and unbind the magic. Lady Isabelle had protected her son so that the black witches would never come to harm him if they were to know that it wasn't the white witches but him, a witch of a darker version. A dark witch.
She had read something in regards to it but she had taken it to be in reference to black witches, not realizing it was a whole different kind of witch.
Damien then said to Alexander, "I will have a talk with Rueben about the books to be hunted and burned. And create a whole new set forthe curious humans that would not be important and can be ignored," this way it would avoid any unnecessary reason for the humans to poke their nose or the black witches to have their hands on it.