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"What makes you sure that these stories are true sir?" The prince asked the old man and he quickly answered him as if he was expecting him to ask that particular question.

"Most of these legends I believe occurred a very long time ago your highness. They are passed down through generations by books written by people who lived in our kingdom before us. But for some that happened recently, I witnessed it, so did your parents." He explained with a smile, proving his point to the prince.

"The first one, of course, the Fountain of Tears located at the plaza. It was said that before the kingdom of Cahserith was built, Atarah, the goddess of Vlahkgaeah, was scared because of the Obscurité that was chasing her. In an open creek where the fountain is located now, the goddess cried and her tears stayed in there for centuries. The water coming out of the fountain was believed to be the tears of the goddess." The old man spoke as the prince reach out his open palm to catch the water coming out of the fountain with a beautiful statue of the goddess in the middle. The water was warm, he thought, then he smiled.

They traveled next to the Minotaur Gate located in the northwest of the kingdom, just beside the Gliadry Forest.

"It was believed that the enormous opening was caused by a gigantic Minotaur who was controlled by a dark sorceress. She used the creature to destroy the kingdom, but it failed of course as a young man obliterated it who is now known as king Henry." He recalled to the prince who was astonished by the size of the gate, thinking that it was a bit smaller than it is now, but that was probably because he hasn't seen it in a while.

"My father sure is brave." Prince Liam said to the old man who was telling him the stories.

"He was." The old man answered. "I was one of the lucky ones who watched him slay the monster. He may have suffered from the powerful blows of the monster, but your father didn't gave up." He said and they continued walking to the next location.

"One of my favorite legend of Cahserith." He proposed as the two of them stood in front of the old, gigantic Cathedral of the kingdom. "The Witch of Lanchester Cathedral." He added.

"It must've looked beautiful before." Liam whispered to himself, staring at the gigantic cathedral that looked like it came out straight out of a fairy tale book after a fearsome storm passed by. Its rooftop looked like a giant sat on it, shattering it almost completely, but some wood planks held each other like a close family, preventing it from getting destroyed.

The walls however, were as good as new because the queen ordered to keep it clean every year. But no matter how good it is on the outside, the cement that was keeping it together was as old as it was. It was frail, but strong at the same time. Strong enough to support the old cathedral.

It outlasted some of the buildings that came before but eventually collapsed because like humans, age caught up and destroyed the cement itself. The insides however, was as beautiful as it was 200 years ago when it was built. Elders described it as an exquisite masterpiece, one of the most beautiful cathedral there was in the whole Vlahkgaeah. And it was true, they had some pictures and it DOES look the same! The same that it was before!

"What was the story about the witch sir?" The prince asked the old man who was mesmerized by the beauty of the cathedral. "Oh yes!" He proclaimed, coming to his senses after being charmed by what seems to be an angel.

"Supposedly, churches prevent any black magic, so anyone who possess such magic, they would burn as soon as they enter the front porch of this beauty. Witches were very well known back in the days, especially when this cathedral was built. When they catch witches before, they would bring them here, hoping that they would be cleansed, but most of them just died." The old man stated while looking at the big white cross that was on top of the cathedral.

"There was one though, they labeled her as the witch of the lanchester cathedral because she wasn't affected by the church when they brought her here. She didn't die, or was cleansed. She could still use her magic inside so they made the conclusion that she was one of the white witches, or the good ones." He told the prince who was astonished by the story.

"Where is she now?" The prince asked while the two of them enters the cathedral.

"They said she had a child, and years later, that child also had a child, the same cycle goes the following years. But the bizarre thing was, all of the children were girls. Nobody wants to marry or fall in love with a witch, but one man would always fall in love to these witches. When they love each other, it bears fruit, and the cycle goes on. But the last witch that was known was my friend Jinerva." He said.

"Was?" The prince asked and the old man nodded.

"Jinerva died 40 years ago. Nobody knows if she had a child. She didn't tell me anything which is why we thought that the cycle had ended." The old man and the young prince walked along the aisle of the cathedral and walked slowly, straight to the altar that was in front.

The inside of the cathedral was filled with a deafening silence. Although the outside was a sight for sore eye, the cathedral from the inside was breathtaking. The fire that was on the candles hanging from the chandeliers and the ones on the antique, brass candle holder stands were dancing, and the windows were designed with beautiful mosaic of the gods and goddesses of Vlahkgaeah.

The prince thought that it was weird that there were two scepters facing each other in the altar in front, and there was a space in between. The scepters were very similar to each other. There were vines crawling up to the orb that was in the scepter. It was clear, but inside, he could see a tiny gleam of light.

"What are the characteristics of the witch sir?" He whispered because there were people inside, praying for the blessings of the holy ones from above, hoping that what they want will come true. Most of them had the same idea of what they want, to have a tomorrow to enjoy, to live, and to love.

"They are said to be very beautiful." The old man whispered back to the prince. "They know a lot about nature, especially about different plants, fruits, herbs, and of course, animals. They love animals like family. They pretty much worship the nature and uses its power to help them in their magics. They are smart, brave, has a very slim waistline. But one characteristic is very similar to all of the white witches that lived here, they have beautiful, white hair. Not blonde, not silver, not like ash, but pure, snow white hair." He added and they both smiled and prayed in front of the statues of the gods and goddesses up above.

Liam closed his eyes and made his fingers interconnect with each other, forming a bonded, folded hand. He took his time in front of the altar and after a while, he kissed his hands. "Gods bless us all." The prince said before opening his eyes to face reality.

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The prince arrived in the castle. He immediately looked for his mother because of something that the man had said before which made him think of something the moment he said those words. He was curious, but wasn't sure about it. Finally, he reached the throne room.

He quickly stopped as soon as he opened those doors. Oh, how scared he immediately got. There was an unwanted memory that came rushing inside his mind. He tried to block it, but it was unstoppable. But he knew it was inevitable considering he was there before when something tragic occurred to the room.

"Liam? Are you okay darling?" His mother asked, so he finally snapped out of it.

"Y-yes mother, I'm fine." He said. He observed his mother carefully. How beautiful she was, he thought. But he noticed one thing that stood out among the layers of gorgeousness. His mother's beautiful white hair. It was pure like a snow, he whispered to himself.

"You look pale Liam, are you sure you're fine?" She asked once again but he just nodded this time.

"I'm going to my room now mother, I'm very tired from the event this day." He answered.

"You must be." She said as Liam left the room and went to his own room where he could be alone with this thoughts.

"She can't be." He said. He immediately erased the thought that his mother was a white witch when he realized that she is 39 years old, and Jinerva, the last white witch died 40 years ago, so it was impossible for her to be a child of the witch if she didn't exist before Jinerva lived.

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Five days later, Sunday morning greeted everybody with a blanket of thick, stormy clouds. It was very intriguing as it was the first time it rained in the past four months, considering it wasn't rainy season in the kingdom just yet.

Liam was prepared to go to the town again and visit every folks out there whom he wished he had more time to befriend with. He was wearing a white jacket with an intricate, golden design near the black trimming of the clothing. He was also wearing a black breeches, and a pair of black boots.

But because of the storm, Liam just stared outside of his room's window, looking at the enormous land that was a part of his kingdom.

"I wish the rain would stop sooner or later, it's making the view less majestic. It also kills my mood to go out there and visit the townspeople, I might just get wet." He said while staring at the dark clouds on the horizon.

He was bored and didn't do anything for the whole day. He was just laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his room engraved with different symbols.

It was 2 in the afternoon and he did not get enough sleep last night. He just laid in his soft and comfortable bed, almost as soft as a very fluffy sheep which made him drowsy. And as seconds passed by, he was getting drowsier, and drowsier, and drowsier... and.. drowsier... until he fell asleep.

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