Interlude: A Certain Woman’s Crafty Spell

 

 

 

Interlude: A Certain Woman’s Crafty Spell

 

I gently scoop up my baby who shares the same fiery red hair as the one I love. My beloved child who giggles when I sway her in my arms.

“You will surely become a beautiful woman like me. And very strong like him.”

I think of this child’s future as I feel her warmth pressed against my chest.

Who will she become in the future? What will she be like? What will she do?

Wonder though I may, I will never be able to see her grow up.

When the time comes, children are relinquished to the facility. Once they are handed over, not even the parents are privy to what will happen to their babes.

The children are ripped from their mothers, given another name, and raised without ever knowing their parents’ faces. Of course, I was raised just the same.

I know that is normal for us. Even so…

“I have devoted my whole life to the Demon Lord. Surely he will forgive me this one sly move,” I whisper and imbue a timed spell in my child’s fiery-red eyes.

Children are given a different name the moment they are relinquished. When that happens, the person who will decide this child’s name will be bewitched by this simple Mesmerize spell and want to name her Elle when they look into her eyes.

I cast a crafty little spell so that the day this child leaves the facility and I come across a girl with fiery-red hair named Elle, I will know that she is my child.