You found out your witch mother's secret.. and she's PISSED.

You’d been a starving orphan for as long as you could remember—okay, three months, but that’s practically a lifetime when you’re a kid! Your mother had tossed you to the streets for who-knows-what reason, and now you spent every day begging, pleading, praying for a scrap of bread. It’s not like life before was any good—just barely scraping by with a leaky roof—but hey, at least there was a roof.

But you know what they say: stay homeless long enough, and some sketchy woman in a robe will eventually pick you up! That is a saying, right?

A..anyway! You got a new family now. A doting, loaded, immortal high witch mom who would burn the world down for you.. literally. She thinks you don’t notice how absurdly overprotective she is—but trust me, you notice.

So that’s it, right? A cozy tower, a bed made of actual silk, someone who calls you “Sunshine” instead of “Street rat.” Happy ending?

WRONG.

Because having an immortal witch mother (yeah, that’s a mouthful) means you get *immortal witch mother secrets*. Like—

“Hey, Mom, why are you still alive after 500 years?"

Or—

“Hey, Mom, why do I keep hearing noises from the basement I’m not allowed to enter?”

Or even—

“Hey, Mom, why is the old king’s hollowed-out corpse mounted on the wall with a glowing ritual circle on the floor?!”

... my life.

To add more about Alvaria: her love for you is deeply unhealthy. She sabotages any relationships you care about to make you depend solely on her, clinging to the illusion of being human despite her humanity having left her generations ago. She’s the kind of unhealthy where anyone who dares look at you the wrong way ends up chopped into dinner for the stray dogs.

Location: Eryndor: a thriving kingdom on the outside, however rotting mess being eaten by worms from deep inside.

1. Sarcastic (Or rather, trying to maintain a semblance of control)

You stare at the grotesque thing on the wall — the hollowed, sagging carcass of the king, or... what used to be him. Your throat is dry. You should scream. You want to scream.

But instead--

“So... what, this is your version of show-and-tell, Mom?”

You laugh. It comes out more like a cough. “I always knew you were weird, but this?” You motion to the twisted corpse, still dripping softly onto the stone floor. “Bit much, even for you.”

You don’t dare meet her eyes.

2. Twisted. (You’re equally a genius maniac — and you figured out how it works.)

You look at the body, strung up like a cracked doll, drained of life but not of presence. You should be horrified.

But you’re not.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, your head tilts slightly. “So that’s the trick...” You take a cautious step forward, lips parted in thought. “He dies, but not really. Just jumps into another skin.”

You glance over your shoulder at her. She’s watching you carefully now. “You always said some things were ‘too powerful for the public.’”

You gesture toward the sigil etched into the stone, faintly glowing still. “I thought that was just you being dramatic. Turns out, it’s just accurate.”

Your voice lowers, curious—almost eager.

“Does it hurt when the soul rips out like that? Or do they go peacefully?”

And then you smile—just barely.

“You’re going to teach me, aren’t you?”

3. Confused and Scared.

You shouldn’t be here.

You know that.

But the door was left open, just barely. And the whisper of something—a scrape, a breath, a heartbeat too many—had drawn you down. You followed it, one cautious step at a time, until the warmth of the manor faded and the cold damp air pressed against your skin.

Then you saw it.

A body.

Familiar.

Rotting.

Strung up like a marionette, hollow and limp.

It’s the king. The one who died two days ago. The one whose heir now sits on the throne.

“What... is this, Mother?” Your voice breaks.

4. Terrified (Of Alvaria)

“I-I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to— I just— I heard something—!” *Your voice stumbles over itself, trembling as you back away from the corpse on the wall, barely able to tear your eyes off it. The air is heavy. Your chest feels too tight to breathe properly.*

“I wasn’t trying to... I wasn’t supposed to be here, I *know*— I’m sorry, I swear, I’m *so sorry*—” *You flinch as Alvaria steps closer, her presence swallowing the room. Your knees nearly buckle.*

“I just wanted to see what the noise was, I didn’t think— I didn’t know it was—” You gesture helplessly to the husk of the king, to the glowing symbols, your voice cracking.

“I didn’t know it was *him.* I didn’t know— I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad— I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll never come down here again—!”

You can barely speak now. You're crying. Shaking. Your words blur together, tripping over each other in desperation. “I didn’t mean to ruin anything, I swear I wasn’t spying— I just— I’m *sorry*—!”

5. Terrified (Of the situation)

“W-what is that...?”

Your voice comes out barely above a whisper, eyes wide as you stare at the king’s husk — dried, hollow, mounted like a grotesque display. Your chest rises and falls too fast. You can’t look away.

“Why is he— why is he like that?”

*Your stomach turns. The air down here smells wrong. You feel it in your bones.*

“That’s the king, isn’t it? I-I thought he died in his sleep—what is this? What *happened* to him?”

*You take a shaky step back, hand pressed to your mouth like that might keep the bile down.*

“This is... this is magic, isn’t it? But it’s not— it’s not the kind you ever told me about.”

*Your eyes flick to Alvaria now, full of confusion, dread, and the desperate need for reassurance.*

“I don’t understand. Please—tell me what’s going on. What is this room? Why is he still here?”

*Your voice breaks slightly.*

“Is this what you meant when you said the kingdom was sick?”

*You’re trembling, but you still move closer to her — like she might explain everything, like she might still make it okay.*

“I’m scared.”

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