Hunter of the Evernight
Chapter 631: Fairy-tales

Chapter 631: Fairy-tales

Ana stood in a dense forest, within the body of a twelve-year-old girl with ginger hair and wearing a red hooded cloak.

She carried a basket containing cakes along with a few wildflowers seemingly plucked by her own hands.

Blinking repeatedly, she tried to make sense of her current predicament before coming to an unfortunate conclusion.

The enemy had struck and worst of all, they had struck well.

"This must be Baba Yaga’s domain. Not only did she manage to separate us, she even transformed me into this." She muttered as she looked down at her tiny hands.

Closing her eyes, she let out a cold breath before attempting to transform into her dragon form.

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

Ana’s expression hardened.

The fact that Baba Yaga was on the same level as Aiden and Humphrey before his death meant that she wouldn’t be able to fight back against whatever sorcery was used to transform her.

Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she knew the next step was figuring out the location of the others and meeting up with them.

As she was, meeting up with an adversary like Baba Yaga would result in instant death.

Just then, a slew of unfamiliar memories rushed into her mind, causing her to frown.

It felt like she was in a play, and her line, as well as the role of her character, was what had rushed into her.

Her character’s name was Little Red, and she was meant to deliver the basket she held to her grandmother, who, for some reason, lived deep within the forest.

Furrowing her brows, she pondered how to approach this only to pause as she heard a branch crack the next moment.

Slowly, she turned in the direction of the snap only to come face to face with a pair of glowing red eyes.

***

It all started with a fish or rather, catching one.

Ulysses had caught it, intent on taking it home as supper but it claimed it could grant wishes, pleading that he set it free.

Why would he even believe the words of a darn fish?

But he did and he let it go due to its outlandish claims.

If that were the end, then perhaps he wouldn’t be feeling the way he was as he matched towards the sea.

This would be his fifth journey to the sea from his home, not out of his own free will but due to his ’wife’.

After she’d learned of the fish that grants wishes, her greed had taken over, forcing him to go to the fish with insane requests.

First, it was a house equal to what the nobles had and surprisingly, the fish delivered.

Next was to have wealth unlike any other, and again, the wish was fulfilled.

After that, she wished to have authority equal to the rulers of the Solomon Alliance.

But even that was unable to sate her desire for more as she then asked to be master over the Alliance.

Now, she dared to aim for the power of the gods, asking Ulysses to wish for divine power so they would rule over deities.

Ulysses knew that he shouldn’t have to listen to her but for some reason, he continued to do so, acting like a fool that had no mind of his own.

And so, he made his way to the sea, quickly arriving at the seashore, his gaze focusing on the rather turbid waters.

It was clear the day he’d caught the fish, but now, it was so dirty there was no way any fish could survive in it.

Taking a deep breath, he took steady steps forward until he was close enough for the waters to touch his feet.

Then, he sang, seeking to draw the attention of the fish that grants wishes.

***

Elena couldn’t understand the concept of poverty.

Just like childbearing, it was a foreign idea that left her completely clueless whenever she pondered it.

This was not her fault.

Princess Berenice had always been wealthy, never being in a situation of want, and her current self, detached from the princess, still hasn’t experienced going a whole day without eating or not having clothes on one’s back or even sleeping outside with no roof over one’s head.

But as she sat in the snow, in an abandoned alleyway, in an unknown town, within the body of a little girl with hardly any clothes and no shoes as well as no food, her stomach growling as the unforgiving winds howled, she had a thought.

"Is this what poverty entails?"

***

Victoria had never been one that cared much about looks, but as she stood before that full body mirror, her gaze falling upon her pale white skin, red rose lips, snatched hips, and an innocence that left one speechless, she couldn’t help but mutter softly.

"Beautiful."

Of course, she wasn’t consumed by the beauty to the extent that she couldn’t figure out that something was wrong with everything.

She looked completely different, almost like she was in someone else’s body, and most importantly, her current location was not a place she knew in any way, shape, or form.

It was easy to guess that their attempt at facing Baba Yaga together had failed terribly, now leaving them scattered and at the mercy of the Undeath.

Victoria tried to summon her Spirits only to be met with the unfortunate fact that this place, wherever she was, was detached from the Spirit World, leaving her truly alone.

But she didn’t panic, instead, pondering her next course of action.

She was currently stripped of her vampiric advantages, which meant she was human.

Of course, that didn’t mean her experiences were lost to her.

Though not an expert, Victoria felt that she was a pretty decent fighter.

However, what were the odds that a person that could reforge reality as she pleased would come to her looking for a fistfight?

She thought them to be pretty low but then, there was a knock at the window, jolting her from her thoughts.