Lynette regained her vision after a couple of hours. Everything was clear and calm. The glass piece that tumbled over the tabletop lay on the ground, cracked, yet not completely shattered.

Just like her life.

"Was it an earthquake?" she wondered.

Unlike the usual magicfolk living off the forested shores of Cynthea,  who enjoyed the pleasantaries of Kraken Beer and safety of the tavern keepers, she had her cottage deep within the woods. She needed isolation from the rest, and that came with a price.

The strange behaviour of the magical glass shards alarmed her more than the blinding itself, for magic was something predictable. For her, at least, it always had been.

Still startled at the sudden disruption, Mrs. Sangsteiner stood up with a jump as the door got flung open wide and a little wolf came bustling in.

Greybones she had named it, and the dog was half asleep, written by the sudden commotion.

"Go back to bed, sweetie- it's no time to play now," she turned back to get the glass shard, but accidentally brushed her soft fingertip on the edge.

The scarlet blood oozed out and a few drops fell on the bright white marble table top.

The dog however barked like it had seen a ghost. Though the witch tried to persuade it, he was pretty much stubborn.

"Go back to sleep!" the woman shooed the dog away as she tended to her wound, 'Dogs!' she thought feeling hopeless, her eyes focusing on the blood droplets that was just spilled.

The red looked pretty upon the white marble tabletop and she silently wished for a daughter who was as white as the table top, with lips as red as her blood and hair as red as the Burguntree wand.

A couple of months down the lane, the witch became pregnant; and on a cold stormy night, she gave birth to a baby girl child.

The girl was named Shelly and her eyes were green like her mother; her skin was white as the marble tabletop; her lips were red like her blood and her hair, rusty and red as the Burguntree leaves.

But in a night when her daughter was fast asleep in the cradle, she felt the same strange feeling of vibration she had experienced earlier in her study room.

One thing she was sure by now was that it was not an earthquake. 

It was supernatural.