The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 112: Forgotten Memories

Chapter 112: Forgotten Memories

Malika’s golden eyes dilated, as it turned black for a split second before it returned normal, memories of lord Zamiel erased from her head as he became nothing but a forgotten fragment of her life.

Hypnotically, her eyes shut close and her body fell limply. Damien’s hand wound around her waist as he caught her before she could hit the floor.

"What happened to her?" Rama queried in panic as she hovered above the girl in Damien’s arms.

"She’s alright. His memories had a great impact on her emotions, she only has a light concussion from having his entire memories wiped off." Damien said, but still worry flickered past her eyes as she gazed down at Malika, her chest rising and falling softly to indicate she was still alive.

"I’ll take her to her chambers." Damien said as he proceeded toward her chamber while Rama followed behind.

Damien gently laid the unconscious girl on the bed before veering around to face Rama.

"Come on, I have somewhere to take you." Damien said with extended hand toward her, but she hesitated as she glanced at the unconscious girl from the corner of her eyes.

"I wanted to stay with Malika until she wakes up." Rama said hesitantly.

"She’ll be fine, no one would touch her under my roof." Damien said in certainty.

She pursed her lips for a short moment before saying "Where are we going?" She queried, her jade eyes flashing with a hint of curiosity as she looked up to him.

"I’ll show you, no questions until then." Damien said with a sheepish grin breaking through his lips.

She gave him a corny smile as she placed her hand atop his outstretched one. They walked out of the mansion and Damien hissed in irritation as he walked into the sun.

"I could never get used to the sun." He muttered in annoyance before moving toward the stable situated outside the manor.

"We could go when the sun is down." Rama implied as they reached the stable where majestic horses greeted her sight.

"They do something else at night " Damien said neutrally as he took a black horse and mounted on it before stretching his hand toward her. She took his hand and mounted on the horse behind him.

She couldn’t help but ponder on where they were heading to and asking seemed to be useless as he would rather show her instead. As curious as she was, she managed to suppress it as she waited with bated breath and anticipation as the horse galloped through the forest.

The path they took in the forest was unfamiliar and strange as they ventured through a dense thicket of towering ebony trees, their gnarled branches casting eerie shadows. The path itself was a narrow, winding trail obscured by tangled vines and moss-covered rocks.

As they stepped onto the concealed path, the air grew noticeably colder, and a faint, otherworldly mist enveloped their surroundings. The forest floor was soft underfoot, covered in thick layers of damp leaves that emitted a faint, enchanting fragrance.

Tall ferns with iridescent fronds reach out as if beckoning them forward. Occasionally, the path was lit by luminous, floating orbs that guided their way, their soft, soothing glow creating an otherworldly ambiance which left Rama in awe and obliviousness of where they were heading to.

The path meandered through a series of ancient stone arches, their origins shrouded in mystery, and their mossy surfaces adorned with glowing lichen. Whispers of wind carried ethereal melodies, and the faint glow of luminescent fireflies dances in the twilight.

As they continued along the path, they encounter an array of peculiar flora, bioluminescent mushrooms casting an eerie green glow, and towering, twisted trees with crimson leaves rustled in an unseen breeze. The trees parted to reveal a small, glistening stream, its waters shimmering with an otherworldly light.

Her eyes grazed every otherwordly sight she encountered in the ethereal forest, as she gaped in magnificence.

As the horse galloped through the eerie, yet ethereal forest path, Rama’s mouth parted in awe, a smile garnishing her face at the secret path, in which the destination was still left a mystery for her to uphold.

The horse galloped for a long while, the eerie breeze whipping through her body for her hair to dance with the wind until her gaze dropped on the strange happening beyond her.

At the journey’s end, a hidden clearing emerges, revealing a sort of enigmatic Market. A ring of ancient stones surrounded the market, and within it, a circle of ornate stalls draped in ethereal white fabrics with mysterious items sufficing each stall.

Humans and vampires alike sauntered the market, some purchasing strange items from the stalls with the strange sellers standing behind it, the sellers all possessed long white-blonde hair and their skins were pale white, their eyes a light grey hue. They were undoubtedly humans nor vampires or witches, making her wonder what paranormal creature they fell into.

Damien clambered down the horse and helped her down "We’re here." He announced, his voice breaking her out of her awe stricken phase.

She couldn’t help but wonder what part of the vampire kingdom he had brought her into, it was undoubtedly a market, but it was no typical market, it was a supernatural market.

"What is this place?" Rama queried, a whiff of wonder perceptible in her voice.

"The White witches market." Damien answered, making her brows crease in confusion as she whipped her head toward him, questions visible in her eyes.

"The white witches are unlike the dark witches, they were banished from their witch clan because they depict the light, unlike the dark ones." Damien explained.

"And the vampire king let them reside in the vampire kingdom?" Rama queried in disbelief.

"Not without a deal, he’s the devil’s son after all." Damien said in a drawl as he flashed her a dark grin.

"Come on." Damien said as he pulled her toward the entrance.

In the heart of the vampire kingdom, hidden away from prying eyes, laid the enchanting Witch’s Market.

The clandestine gathering place was a haven for those who yearned for mystique items with a touch of white magic, offering a surreal blend of mystique and enchantment.

As they approached the entrance, a dense canopy of ancient, gnarled trees casts dappled shadows over the narrow cobblestone path leading them deeper into the market. The air was heavy with the scent of exotic herbs, incense, and the faint undertone of brewing potions.

Stalls lined the winding lanes, constructed from twisted vines, moss-covered stones, and driftwood, giving the market a rustic yet mystical ambiance.

The marketplace was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, as if the very air was infused with a gentle, otherworldly light.

Each stall was a treasure trove of supernatural wonders. Crystals of all sizes and colors sparkled like stars in the night sky, arranged in intricate patterns to harness their energy. Candles in various shades flickered with an iridescent flame, their wax infused with rare herbs and enchanted oils.

Amulets and talismans hanged from branches, swinging gently in the breeze, radiating protective auras. A crystal-clear pool reflects the sun light, revealing a collection of enchanted mirrors that revealed glimpses of distant realms and hidden truths.

At one stall, a white witch carefully crafted intricate mandalas from sand, imbued with intricate spells and protective symbols. Nearby, another offered vials of moonlight essence that emitted an enchanting glow to the one who possessed it.

She couldn’t help but relish in the grandeur of the white witches market with a mixture of foreboding and ethereality hanging in the air.

As they walked among the small crowd, every being, regardless of it’s supernatural status, be it human, witch or vampire fell silent as they bowed to lord Damien, acknowledging his commanding presence.

After they curtsied and bowed in respect, soft clamour erupted again as they all proceeded with their activities in the busy market, some chatted while others purchased mystical items from the white witches.

A small group of middle ranking vampiresses clad in opulent dresses and accessories giggled, as their gazes traveled to lord Damien, but then when their gazes met hers, they snickered with grim faces as envy flashed across their eyes.

Damien locked his fingers with hers as he gently pulled her away from the jealous red eyes, as they moved toward a stall filled with different mystique objects and relics.

Like every other stall, a white-blonde haired white witch stood behind the stall counter, a neutral but calm expression on her face as she gazed upon them.

She placed her hand atop a large, shimmering crystal ball with a black cloth clad over it to conceal it.

"What’s that?" Rama queried.

"It reveals glimpses of one’s future when gazed into it. It helps to guide lost souls to the right path, would you want a glimpse Into your future, young miss?" The white which spoke, her voice a symphony of melody.

But, a glimpse of her future? Hell, no!

In the past she would have been elated to find answers and clarifications about the seers prophecy which the orb would have helped her achieve, but now not anymore, especially when she was aware of her future being weaved into the dark web of Draco.

Although she was curious, but the fear of what she would find if she were to take a glimpse dreaded her, she’d rather be in the unknown.