Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319

I lay down on the grass, my hand buried in Leah’s fur, my eyes closed to the sun beating down on me. Something that I haven’t felt in months. More like years. I hadn’t been able to spend much time in the sun since we got back, so even though this isn’t real… It still feels nice.

“You know your friends have more faith in you than you seem to have in yourself.” The witch says gently, sitting down beside me in the grass.

I take a deep breath, “That doesn’t surprise me.” I tell her without opening my eyes.

I know it’s been days since she’s let me control my own body. I know she’s starving me… But I can’t feel it in here. It doesn’t hurt in here.

“Did you ever have that?” I ask her, and I hear her sigh. She’s takes so long to answer I figure the answer isn’t coming. “Once.” She finally whispers, and I open my eyes to her looking off into the distance.

I sit up in the grass and look over at her, “You know my daughter loved fairy tales growing up. She’s always wish for the heroin to win, but something always bugged her…” I tell her, and the witch’s eyes squint before she turns them to me. “What?”

I smirk, remembering Heather curled up in bed contemplating the world.

“She’d always wonder what happened to make the evil villain that way. She’d always tell me, ‘Mom, no one is born evil, right?’ She believed good and evil was relative, because both sides think they’re right, and we only get to hear the side of the heroin, never the villain. But she believed the hero was never truly innocent.” I tell her, thinking of tiny Heather’s big eyes focused on me when she’d think about it, knowing I’d have all the right

answers.

The witch’s head tilts, “What would you tell her?” She asks, and I smile looking over at the multicolored skies as the sun starts to set. “I’d tell her she was right, but also wrong. I’d say it’s not the things the villain does per say that makes them the villain. It’s the inability to empathize with their opponents point of view. Their inability to know right from wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I tell her, and she ticks her tongue. “Do you still feel that way?”

I look back at her, “I think you have a right to be angry. What was taken from you was… Not okay. But I also think you’re projecting on the wrong people. It wasn’t my father, it wasn’t the wolves, it was the man you’re serving now. The person you’ve pledged your loyalty to in order to gain more power. The same entity or whatever that caused your mother to be in the situation to where she could be taken from you. You know as well as I do that the entity was the one controlling my father. He asked for it, and the repercussions were deadly.” I pause, getting on my knees and turning towards her. “We are not our parents though. We don’t have to make the same mistakes. We don’t have to continue their fight. We can be better… Do better.”

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