Fools of Love

A dense area of trees blurred green as Glory drove faster. She was trying to forget the last words that came out of her mouth. There was nothing she had forgotten. Her face burned.

The only thing that remained was the boy. Glory had no intention of ever being romantic with anyone. Her mind vaguely wondered about her emotional state. These emotions seemed familiar.

This scenario happened before. She was almost sure of it, but that wasn't possible, was it?

A long winding road laid before her. So, She pushed her motorcycle even faster. Her body glowed gold, and the clothes she was wearing disappeared. Glory's seemingly normal skin became pure white and scaly, gold leaf-like trim covered her private areas.

After the winding road was a seemingly abandoned cottage that gave off a foreboding feeling. The feeling began to manifest in her lower gut. She rolled her eyes. "I keep telling Geta, that casting emotional magics are a waste of time," Glory huffed.

She parked her motorcycle and climbed off. When Glory hit the grassy ground, her feet moved toward the run-down cottage. As she neared a shabby wooden door creaked open slowly. Once the door was fully open, a young dark-haired woman was standing in the doorway, holding a yellow mixing bowl and spatula. The woman smiled kindly. "Welcome home. I told Greta you would be here before noon."

An old crackled voice called out. "Get inside and close the door you are leaving the outside in."

Glory chuckled, " Did she give you any trouble, Tess?"

Tess laughed lightly while rolling her eyes. "same old, same old. You know how it is." Tess cocked her head and studied Glory. "Why are you in that form In the open?"

"I said get inside," Greta's voice screeched.

Tess huffed but moved out of the doorway and off to the side.

Glory adventured in and closed the door behind her. Her feet carried her through the cabin. In her amusement, she contemplated their living space. The Inside seemed to be as run-down as the outside. The wooden floors, She looked down momentarily. The wooden floors were old and covered in dirt, Glory lifted her head and noticed the weathering of the walls. It was a small abode. About six feet from the door was the kitchen. Across from the kitchen, was a staircase and a small circular room past that.

Now leading to the back of the cabin, was a narrow walkway that led to a single junked up room. There was hardly any space in it. The only things that resided in there was a rocking chair, a small old-style television, and a small elderly woman covered in gray rags.

Tess returned to the kitchen.

Glory stopped moving and stood in the doorway. "Hey, Auntie, how are you today?"

Greta narrowed her eyes. "You are interrupting the white fuzz."

Glory cocked her head. "Huh, isn't that on all the time."

Greta nodded solemnly. "But the grains change constantly. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at Glory. "You abandoned the normal man's law good! Stay here, stay home more. I'll take care of you!"

Tess huffed in an exasperated manner. "She needs to go to school! We discussed this!"

Greta jumped out of the rocking chair and wiggled her finger. "Witches and wizards should only know the craft."

Tess slammed the yellow bowl down on a tan countertop. "Then she would know nothing of their world. What if she never meets a boy?"

"Ba, Man is bad. Especially human ones." Greta curled her upper lip.

Glory raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "What about wolves?"

"Oh, hot, sexy, feral, domineering men, who don't want that," Tess snickered.

Greta's eyes went as wide as they could go. Her jaw slammed shut quickly. She let out a small sound and then narrowed her eyes. "This is why no wizard takes you, you are an idiot. No wolf would accept us too human-like for their taste, and no human accepts a witch, not human enough. Do not forget we are descended from dragons."

Tess rolled her eyes and Glory cracked a smile while chuckling in amusement.

Greta sat down and began to rock. "You both need to remember. Witches were more of aforethought. They did exist before the actual lines, but those witches did not carry any particular power. They were more shifter like. They made deals with demons. The so, called witches, were tricked. Werewolves are the only main remaining line. We, on the other hand, were born when a dragon descended into the form of man, and he screwed a dragon hunter's wife back in the middle ages. Disgusted by his wife's betrayal, the hunter set out to kill the child. He tried everything, but nothing worked. His wife raised the child without a problem, even taught him to control his power.

The man," she sneered. "Found a demon, who gave him a flower."

Tess walked out of the kitchen and wandered down to Glory. She then rested her head on Glory's shoulder.

Both of them sighed and spoke. "That is why you do not trust, demons, men, and wolves."

"Do not forget about your mother Glory," Greta laughed evilly. "She fell in love with a mortal and wound up killed."

Tess, huffed, "That is enough! You know she was joking!"

Greta turned back around mumbling, under her breath.

Tess moved back and returned to the Kitchen and Glory followed her entering.

Tess studied her. "You look defeated."

Glory tilted her head. "I feel defeated."

Tess raised an eyebrow. "Why, what is wrong?"

"I feel useless like I am constantly forgetting something. Like all of this has happened before."

Tess abandoned her bowl and tapped her fingers on the countertop. She bit her lip and seemed to be lost and thought. "Hey let me see your palm."

Glory gave her a puzzled look. "Why? It isn't like lines on your palm change," She scoffed.

Tess tilted her head and studied Glory quizzically. "They do. They change for the supernatural.

Glory gave Tess her palm.

Tess Intently studied the lines. "You will find Love and death in the same year."

Glory sneered while yanking it away. "I am not a fool, you are wrong." She then stormed away and out of the Cabin, slamming the door.

Greta spoke, "Sometimes, you are wrong."

Tess looked down while whispering, "I hope I am."

Glory ran and jumped on her motorcycle. She started it up and tore off as fast as she could. As she drove her thoughts played. 'I will not be a fool. I can not be a fool.' I think I have to kill him.' Glory slowed down, and her final thought confirmed it. "I wonder if I can kill," she cackled wickedly. A sharp glint developed in her eyes.

The Krone watched invisible to all eyes. She twitched and sighed, "what type of love story is this? It's, I-I honestly do not know, what to think. Is it too late to kill them? Also, what is going on? I can hear every thought, and see every emotion. I do not think they're supposed to have hints."