The Calamity of a Reborn Witch

Book 3: Chapter 26: A Betrayal of Tears

Book 3: Chapter 26: A Betrayal of Tears

Carina had never considered the possibility that ice, even in the form of a beautifully forged elemental blade, could give off such dangerous sparks. Spared as she was from the sensation of pain, the numbness in her hands and arms soon spread to the rest of her body as she endured each of the Scarlet Witchs aggressive blows. Training had begun the moment the Duchesss head touched her pillows after the eventful trip to Gilwren Manor.

Whatever reservations Carina had regarding Kirsi's presence inside the frozen cortex, they had been smothered beneath the brittle anger billowing inside her chest. Borghese and the Royal Faction were clearly coming after her, and judging by their blatant attempt at blackmail, they were not above targeting anyone associated with the Duchess. Viscount Staffords blunderbuss insult had likely been a measured attack to test her resolve. Although Captain Beaumonts unexpected interference had placed the Viscount in a dangerous predicament, Carina doubted that Borghese and his impetuous daughter were done playing games.

Focus, little ice witch! Kirsi taunted as she hooked the quillions forked edges against the Duchesss blade and ripped it free from her students fingers. The two halves of the same soul spun away from each other with opposing expressions of amusement and frustration.

Damn it. Carina shook out both numb hands as she moved to retrieve the fallen blade. She couldn't be bothered to keep track of how many times her teacher had disarmed her already. The frustration of her slow progress grated against her subconscious awareness of time ticking by as dawn rapidly approached, heralding the first day of the Royal Hunt.

The Duchess clasped the hilt of the elemental blade tightly as she rose and turned to face her instructor.

Youre gripping it too tightly, Kirsi muttered, dismissing her own blade with a flick of the wrist before stepping forward to wrap her hand around her students wrist. Relax. You can tighten the bottom two fingers but keep the top three looser. You want some flexibility to your movements and range of motion, after all.

Carina attempted to correct her grip as the Scarlet Witch stepped away, summoning an ice sculpture in the shape of an armored man with the snap of her finger.

Since you lack even the basic knowledge of swordsmanship, a stationary target should at least help you keep hold of your sword.

The Duchess winced under yet another poorly veiled insult as she stepped forward to repeat the drills her instructor had grilled into her earlier.

Its not enough to simply swing your sword about like some possessed madman, Kirsi growled, summoning her sword, which she used to tap the back of her students leg guard. This is not a stationary chess game where each opponent makes only one move at a time. Sword fighting is not as simple as thrusting, blocking, and evading. You need to combine your movements so that an attack becomes a feint that opens your opponent to a critical strike or a kick to knock them off balance. A block or parry becomes a counterattack, a retreat becomes an opportunity to strike an over-extended limb, while a dodge allows you to grapple or pummel your opponent.

But how do I knowwhen and where? Carina protested, wiping sweat from her brow and neck as she glared at the stationary target.

Distance and timing.

The Duchess raised her brows and sighed in exasperation. She quickly winced as her teacher smacked the flat of her blade against Carina's back plate. Both ice witches wore similar full plate armor of elemental steel forged from ice magic, reinforced with chain mail and leather padding. Carina had been surprised and rather grateful by how light the armor was, but the magical gear did little to stop the muscle fatigue that followed Kirsis relentless training.

Guard, Kirsi barked, forcing her student to raise her sword into a defensive position. When it comes to reading your opponent, there are two important lessons to remember. First, avoid getting hit.

Carina scoffed, then flinched as the Scarlet Witchs sword clanged forcefully against her own before Kirsi retreated with a playful smirk.

Second, the best way to predict your opponent's movements is to force them to move

The Duchesss eyes widened as the Scarlet Witch charged toward her again. She moved to block her instructors swing once more and blinked as Kirsi spun and sidestepped around her. In a blur of motion, the Scarlet Witch rammed her full weight against Carina's unguarded shoulder, then kicked the Duchesss legs out from beneath her and swiftly pinned her stunned student against the icy lake of the frozen cortex.

when and where you want them to, Kirsi finished with another look of smug satisfaction. Control the flow of battle by controlling your opponent. This is a far more effective tactic than wasting time dawdling on the back of your heels for them to make a move.

In other words, the best defense is a good offense?

The Scarlet Witch raised a curious brow and chuckled dryly. Clever words wont save you on a battlefield, Carina.

The Duchesss pale blue eyes narrowed as the point of her instructors sword tapped against the chainmail at her throat. The blade vaporized instantly into a flurry of snowflakes as a low, threatening growl came from the frozen skeletal figure of the immortal dragon. Kirsi rolled her eyes and sighed as she shook the white flakes from her glove and extended her hand to her student. Up you get.

I see your point, Carina growled, accepting the offered hand reluctantly. But surely there is a better way to teach mepreferably a quicker methodas weve already used up what little time I have tonight.

The Scarlet Witch shook her head as the Duchess got to her feet and freed her hand. That depends on what youre after, Carina. If you want to learn more than the basics of swordsmanship, it will take more than a few nightly lessons to get you to the baseline skill of a knight, even if you pick up things quickly through my memories.

It's not just swordsmanship I need to master. It's archery, magicmilitary strategy and"

Were talking about lifetimes of my experiences on the battlefield against mortals and witches. Thats not something you can learn in a single night or from reading a book. I doubt it's something even an extraordinary person could pick up in a single lifetime, Kirsi pointed out with a hint of exasperation.

But I cantI dont have lifetimes to learn everything from you!

You dont have to. The Scarlet Witch shrugged before stretching her arms and back leisurely. You have me.

Ha! The Duchess growled. Too bad I dont trust you.

Does that matter? Kirsi retorted with evident impatience. Need I remind you that if you die, it's over for both of us? This is our last life, Carina!

Then find a faster way to train me!

The Scarlet Witch sucked in a sharp breath and took a step towards the Duchess, who flinched but held her ground. Kirsi laughed mirthlessly as she pressed two fingers against her brow. If you must know, the fastest method involves memory transference. Something the purebloods use to pass on the history, spells, and unique bloodline abilities of their coven or household to its next leader.

Memory transference? Carina perked up as she glanced over at Viktor. The slumbering immortals translucent form lay beneath a blanket of snow in the center of the frozen cortex that glimmered like a blinding star. Viktor did mention something about sharing memories, but

As a means of mending our broken souls together again, Kirsi interjected with a cynical smile. Yes. Im aware. In our case, the transfer is likely to go both ways. You would gain the memories of my many lifetimes, experiences, skills, and abilitieswhile I would get nothing.

The Duchess flinched beneath the Scarlet Witchs cold, harsh glare. Excuse me?

Or perhaps I'm mistaken? Is there some incredible feat from your past life that I could glean something of value from? Kirsi retorted innocently as the light coursing around Viktors remains flickered. Did you rule a nation, wage war, defend your kingdom from invasion? Or perhaps you mastered and developed a unique style of fighting that would allow you to stand toe to toe with Ramiels dogs, Arachnids spawn, and Kritantas consorts? No? Oh! Maybe you were successful in stopping a plague in this other world?

Shut up! Carina sucked in a sharp breath as the light in her chest vibrated erratically. I get it, okay. Our worlds are nothing alike. There were no magic or gods in my worldor at least, none that I knew of. I wasnt born a princess or a half-immortal, either. I never even knew my parents! And the only parental figure I hadwas shot to death in front of me while I was a child.

Spare me the tears, Carina, Kirsi hissed with an annoyed eye roll. Youre not the only one to lose their parents tragically or have close friends and acquaintances die in front of them.

My point The Duchess clenched her hands and looked down at the longsword briefly, was that the differences in our worlds do not make my experiences any less valuable. Instead of witches, we had terrorists bombing schools, hospitals, and any government building they could use to make a statement. Instead of a witch plague, we had biologically engineered diseases that require governmentally controlled vaccines which had to be administered annually through mandated health checks. Instead of Kings and Emperors, we had elected officials.

You always knew when a presidential election year was coming up because the very air we breathed became toxic with biochemicals. A subtle yet unmistakable reminder that there was only one way to vote if we wanted to be able to breathe without wearing a mask, most of which wouldnt stop the worst of the contaminated agents from getting through.

The Duchess lifted her blade in one hand. The longsword, which weighed roughly four pounds, shimmered as its density shifted. Its weight tripled while the elemental weapon took on the shape of a semiautomatic rifle. Instead of bows and swords, we had guns and bulletswell, the government, military, gangs, and terrorists had them. She shifted the butt of the rifle against her shoulder and aimed down the sight at the Scarlet Witch, who looked back at her impassively. But no, I didnt lead or fight in any wars. I was just an orphan, a student, who woke up each day wondering if it would be my last.

Kirsi scoffed. Meaning, everything youve done in this life, from setting up your little frost empire under my sigil to developing medicinal herbs, was done using the knowledge you stole from either Maura or myself.

Carina blinked at the Scarlet Witchs accusatory tone. It wasnt exactly intentional. I wouldnt have survived without Mauras memories. But yes, I used Countess Constances library to learn about herbs until I could buy a place to build a library of my own. I did what I had to do to survive. And the Holy Maiden Boutique

Ha! Yes. Your little dress-making business has nothing to do with me, Kirsi interjected dismissively. When would I find the time to enjoy sewing, much less wearing beautiful dresses, when most of my past lives were spent struggling against the will of the gods.

The semiautomatic rifle shimmered in the Duchesss grip before she dismissed the weapon and crossed her arms defensively. You neednt ridicule me just because of our differences.

And you neednt distrust me for the same reasons! The Scarlet Witch gestured between them with apparent exasperation. We need each other to get things right this time. You have nearly all of Viktors magic, and I have all the knowledge and experience you need to survive everything that lies ahead.

But you want to kill Viktor!

Kirsis pale blue eyes narrowed dangerously. Surely even you have realized what Viktor has sacrificed to keep youussafe. The more magic you gain, Carina, the more he loses, and a god cannot survive without their magic.

What? The Duchess flinched as the Scarlet Witch closed in, pointing over her students shoulder to where the frozen cortex had all but absorbed every bit of color from Viktors bones.

I did not choose this path out of greed but necessity, Kirsi growled as her pale blue eyes flickered a mere inch from Carinas. The only way to defeat the gods is to become one. And the only way for us to become a god is for Viktor to yield his magic completely. The Scarlet Witchs eyes widened slightly when the Duchess grabbed the edge of her elemental collar.

Do you know why I dont trust you, Kirsi? Carina growled back as she pulled her mentors face closer. Because someone who would willingly sacrifice a parent, or any person for that matter, all for their own self-interest isnt someone Id entrust my worst enemy to.

Funny you should mention that. The Scarlet Witch laughed as she grabbed the Duchesss wrist and pried her fingers free of the collar. Given the enemy youve kept close at hand.

Enemy? Carina scowled. You mean the Dowager?

Octavia is little more than a relic of the past. What little power she retains is a double-edged sword forged from blackmail and threats. The greatest asset she possessed, Bastiallano, has returned to its rightful ownerus. Without it, she is little more than a toothless wolf.

Last I checked, you dont need teeth to poison someone.

A peal of oddly genuine laughter burst from the Scarlet Witchs lips as she stepped back. Criticize Octavias choices all you like. She is nowhere near as deadly as the Popes beloved sister, Nesta.

This time it was the Duchesss turn to scoff as she crossed her arms and shifted away from her teacher. Hana is not our enemy.

Perhaps not now, Kirsi observed dryly. But it will be a different story when Nesta awakens as the Saint.

Carina flinched as a cold flash of lightning streaked soundlessly across the horizon above them. She glanced warily from the clouds to Viktor before her gaze returned to Kirsi. Howcan you be certain?

Much like you, I came upon Harmonias frail descendant in dire straights and offered her my protection. The Scarlet Witch's cold gaze grew distant as her pale blue eyes rose to the silent clouds above them. I rescued Nesta from the Slave Markets of new Ventrayna after the fall of Pope Ivan and old Zarus. She was a child then, lost and helpless. Even her sacred bloodline couldnt protect her from the cruelty and hatred built off the back of a hundred generations of witch persecution.

Whatwere you doing there? Carina asked warily.

I had traveled with King Alexios of Strugna, whom I served as an advisor of sorts, to pay our respects to Emperor Arius and his newly established court. However, through some trickery between Arachne and Kritanta, my identity was leaked to the Dukes of Ventrayna. Each of them wished to place their daughter on the throne by Arius as Empress, and I suppose an ice witchs immortal heart seemed like the perfect token to win the Emperors favor.

The Duchess scoffed but said nothing as she listened intently to the Scarlet Witchs tale.

I realized who and what she was immediately, but II still couldnt leave her behind to face such cruelty. Kirsi sounded almost resentful as her gaze returned to the frozen cortex. I had given up finding Viktors remains, so I thoughtif I could at least win over the Saintthen perhapsperhaps this life would be different. The Scarlet Witchs pale blue eyes turned sharply on Carina. Ive seen the way she looks at you. Nesta used to look at me with the same adoration. I never understood how or why she loved me, but her innocence blinded me. It was the only life where I hesitated to pick up the sword and clash with the gods wherever they might find me. She lulled me into a peaceful existenceshe filled a part of me I didnt even know I was missing, and thenshe killed me.

Carinas throat went dry as she watched a range of emotions flicker across Krisis face like a storm.

I should have killed her first. I only saved her to increase my chances of surviving. The Scarlet Witch shook her head with a mocking, self-deprecating laugh. After she awakenedthe Nesta I knew disappeared. Like all the Saints before her, she had become little more than a tool Ramiel used to strike me down. Even when she raised her hand against me, I pitied her. It was the first time I had ever seen a Saint shed tearsfor me.

The scales of Kirsis armor rippled with tiny spikes as the Scarlet Witch rolled her neck and let out a weary sigh. And because I pitied herI hesitated.

The Duchess exhaled slowly as she wrestled with this rather strange image of Kirsi, as the Saints guardian and Hana, as a child Saint. It certainly explains why Hana acts fearful of losing me in the future. But why would she cry over Kirsi after becoming the Saint? No, more importantly.

If Hana became the Saint as a child, then why has she yet to awaken in this life? Carina asked sharply.

Kirsi arched a brow and then shrugged. The arrival of the Saint tends to coincide with the appearance of the Scarlet Witch. Since I didnt rescue her in this timeline, her awakening appears to have been delayed.

The Duchess shook her head. That cant be the only reason. If all that was necessary was for Nesta to meet the Scarlet Witch, then wellweve already fulfilled that requirement.

The Covens have long believed that the Saint would only return when the last of Harmonias bloodline has been eradicated. Thats what stopped Arius from killing Jericho after the fall of Zarus. Even Kritantas beloved consorts are no match for an awakened Saint. Kirsi narrowed her eyes as she studied her students pensive expression. Do you have a different theory?"

In the timeline between your encounter with Nesta and my encounter with Hana, she lived and died a mortal without awakening, Carina replied. I was simply trying to understand why there was such a stark difference in the timelines when it comes to the appearance of the Saint. PerhapsRamiel chose a different descendant.

If Ramiel could pick and choose, Hana would still be his best bet, given her proximity to you, Kirsi countered with a subtle headshake.

Then, the only other reason I can think ofis that Hana is resisting Ramiel.

A strange silence stretched between them as Carina studied the Scarlet Witchs guarded face. Eventually, Kirsi cleared her throat and looked away before replying. Ive only seen the Saint awaken once before, but even with my limited range of experiencethe power of a god is not something easily resisted.

The Duchess nodded and uncrossed her arms, then offered her hand to the Scarlet Witch as she stepped forward. Can you show me? Through memory transference.

You want to see Nestas awakening?

Yes.

Why?

I believe Hana wants to stop the past from repeating itself at all costs. For her sakeand oursId like to help her if I can.

It wont help much, Kirsi retorted with a scowl. Memories near the point of death are fragmented and difficult to decipher thanks to Arachnes meddling touch.

Ill take whatever hints I can get, Carina replied stubbornly. If even Kirsi cant stop the Saintthen my best bet is to keep Ramiels tool dormant as long as possible.

Fine. The Scarlet Witch rolled her eyes in obvious irritation before snatching the Duchesss offered hand in her own. Broken memories or not, death is not a pleasant experience. It is the only time you or I experience pain.

I got it, Carina snapped. Mauras all but broken me in on that end.

I still think the smarter choice would be to kill the Saint now before she awakens.

Thats not happening, Kirsi.

The Scarlet Witch offered the Duchess a cold predatory-like smile that sent a chill of warning down Carinas spine before she was plunged into the icy cold waters of the immortal witch's memories.

As Kirsi had predicted, the images were scattered. The seaside palace barely came into focus before Carina was ripped from one room to the next, each filled with memories of a small child with golden blonde curls and turquoise blue eyes. Nesta was dressed like a princess in silks, pearls, and jewels. Her small hands were always wrapped around the Scarlet Witchs hand, pants, dress, or leg. This child version of Hana always seemed to be laughing, smiling, or humming happily to herself. The sun appeared to cling obsessively to her skin, eyes, curls, and teeth.

Carina could feel Kirsis inner turmoil despite the discordant, rushed memories. It was one thing to recognize that someone was a potential threat and danger; it was another to impose that view on a child who looked at you with absolute trust and love. And even the Scarlet Witch was not immune to the small arms of a child reaching out to her for reassurance.

But the scene altered just as suddenly as it appeared. The brightly colored walls of the seaside palace now lay shrouded beneath storm clouds that gathered ominously outside the rain-battered windows. Carina could feel Kirsis heart pounding frantically as the Scarlet Witch raised her elemental sword towards the small child with glowing golden eyes that faced the immortal witch across the chaos of the disheveled room.

Behind Nesta stood a man Carina recognized from Mauras memories. The proud Pope of Zarus, with his scarred milky-golden eyes, gripped his sisters frail shoulder tightly. Nesta trembled like a kitten caught in a storm as the Divine Heir forced a strange sacred relic into her clenched fists.

Jericho, Kirsi seethed as she summoned and fastened her elemental armor into place. What have you done to her?

You give me too much credit, Scarlet Witch. It has always been Nestas fate to destroy the Witch of Calamity. My role is simply to aid her in eradicating you and every last witch that wonders this earth. The rest of the Popes droning words filtered out beneath the blinding light of the Saints power that burst free from the holy scepter. Moments before the lethal attack pierced through Kirsis armor and chest, the Duchess watched as golden tears spilled down Nestas cheeks.

Agonizing pain splintered through Carinas chest and vision as Kirsis memories shattered. The Duchess collapsed in complete darkness as Nestas wailing pleas echoed through her ears.

The sensation of being dragged came and went. The clang of metal echoed against her ears and grated painfully against Kirsis skin before they fell from a dizzying height and crashed into the waves below the seaside castle. Only after the water burned its way down into the Scarlet Witchs lungs did the Duchess realize Kirsi had drowned in this lifetime. The Scarlet Witch did not resist the darkness that swarmed around them, echoing with familiar yet sinister laughter that filled Carina with dread.