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Tainted (a Fanfiction Story based on Game of Thrones series) 14
Chapter 14: The Revelation
As Maggy had led her into the deep woods, Racy's heart beats wildly for she had totally disregarded the outcome of her disobedience, and was bemused of Maggy's words about her mother. The old lady talked of unfathomable words she could barely understand. It was a mystery for her, since her mother had never spoke about Maggy before. Also, it was her first time to see her. She thought, perhaps, the old lady would clear her puzzled mind now that she followed her through the deep woods. She wanted to know the truth of Maggy's words. If she lied, she could instantly feel it.
"Come in, child."
The old lady said as they have arrived at a solitary wooden cottage stood between the shadows of the gigantic trees. Doubt and fear crept in Racy's mind. But she had gone this far with the old lady, and she really wanted to know the truth of her words.
Maggy motioned her to go inside. The tiny space look shabby and already old.
"This is where I live. Don't be shy. Come, here is a seat for you."
She gave her a small piece of untidy chair, just enough to fit her bottom.
"How did you knew my mother?"
She asked in a total curiousity as she had finally settled herself.
A smile was drawn on Maggy's face as she had recalled the past.
"Lorea...Lorea Sand. I knew her very well. I was one of her attending servant when she was forced to come here." As she spoke those last words, there was a glint of bitterness and sadness in her eyes.
Maggy glanced at the bewildered delicate beauty, petite figure in front of her.
Truly, this girl was a replica of her mother. A young version of her. And pity were all she felt for this young girl, for she had seen in her vision, Lorea's child would suffer such a painful fate.
As Racy heard of Maggy's last words, she suddenly went stirred and deeply puzzled.
"W-what do you mean by she was forced to come here? My mother lives in North and not of Westerland..she was born at the North, Maggy." her voice trembled.
"You were told of false words, child. Your mother lives neither of North and Westerland. Perhaps, you heard of a place called,Dorne. It's where your mother came from. So was I and...you." Maggy pointed at her.
Racy stared at the old lady feeling completely puzzled.
"But my father..he was from North. So that made me and mother belonged to North, too." Racy exclaimed.
"You are not a part of North, dear child. Your true bloodline was of Dorne. Once, Lorea was forcibly brought here, she's already with child.."
Shocked and disbelief was all she felt.
"No.. No." her mind screamed in disbelief.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask her, but since she couldn't take all of Maggy's revelation, she went silent for a moment.
"Y-you mean.. I was...
As Maggy had led her into the deep woods, Racy's heart beats wildly for she had totally disregarded the outcome of her disobedience, and was bemused of Maggy's words about her mother. The old lady talked of unfathomable words she could barely understand. It was a mystery for her, since her mother had never spoke about Maggy before. Also, it was her first time to see her. She thought, perhaps, the old lady would clear her puzzled mind now that she followed her through the deep woods. She wanted to know the truth of Maggy's words. If she lied, she could instantly feel it.
"Come in, child."
The old lady said as they have arrived at a solitary wooden cottage stood between the shadows of the gigantic trees. Doubt and fear crept in Racy's mind. But she had gone this far with the old lady, and she really wanted to know the truth of her words.
Maggy motioned her to go inside. The tiny space look shabby and already old.
"This is where I live. Don't be shy. Come, here is a seat for you."
She gave her a small piece of untidy chair, just enough to fit her bottom.
"How did you knew my mother?"
She asked in a total curiousity as she had finally settled herself.
A smile was drawn on Maggy's face as she had recalled the past.
"Lorea...Lorea Sand. I knew her very well. I was one of her attending servant when she was forced to come here." As she spoke those last words, there was a glint of bitterness and sadness in her eyes.
Maggy glanced at the bewildered delicate beauty, petite figure in front of her.
Truly, this girl was a replica of her mother. A young version of her. And pity were all she felt for this young girl, for she had seen in her vision, Lorea's child would suffer such a painful fate.
As Racy heard of Maggy's last words, she suddenly went stirred and deeply puzzled.
"W-what do you mean by she was forced to come here? My mother lives in North and not of Westerland..she was born at the North, Maggy." her voice trembled.
"You were told of false words, child. Your mother lives neither of North and Westerland. Perhaps, you heard of a place called,Dorne. It's where your mother came from. So was I and...you." Maggy pointed at her.
Racy stared at the old lady feeling completely puzzled.
"But my father..he was from North. So that made me and mother belonged to North, too." Racy exclaimed.
"You are not a part of North, dear child. Your true bloodline was of Dorne. Once, Lorea was forcibly brought here, she's already with child.."
Shocked and disbelief was all she felt.
"No.. No." her mind screamed in disbelief.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask her, but since she couldn't take all of Maggy's revelation, she went silent for a moment.
"Y-you mean.. I was...
