Chapter 65

" You know what your punishments are. You still have to a serve them..."

Sylvia sighed. These people will never understand.

" I came here for something else Master." she bowed. " Not for my offence or to be judged and I want you all to listen to me."

" you don't have any right to interrupt a council chief." one of them attacked.

For Hell's sake, she didn't interrupt anyone

" I apologize for that." she then addressed the leader. " but I must say all I want to say. That why I came at this hour."

The leader then said. " you can speak."

Sylvia cleared her throat. " I got a death note at my cottage. It was written in blood and I do not know where it is from. I do not know what I have done to deserve that also..."

" you committed a grave offence."

One of the council chiefs chipped in.

" Don't interrupt me. No one should, until I'm doing talking. For heaven's sake I've been given the permission to talk! " she was already getting pissed. The council chiefs are known to be always full of themselves. They treat ordinary members like trash, especially Sylvia. She's never been in good terms with them.

" I believe the death note is not from this coven. At least my grave offence doesn't warrant death. My cottage have been invaded and I need to take action. I'm not here to plead for your protection like I did when I joined. I want to leave this world and that cottage. I want to leave the earth and all that is in it. I want to migrate to the underworld. I do not want to rely on anyone anymore to live. I seek migration Master." she bowed.

The assembly gasped. Migration is one thing that every witch avoids. First because only few witches survive it. Second, they never know where they would find themselves in the underworld and it is mandatory that they find their coven or they might get killed for being a rogue. Third, because it's like an intentional death, leaving your family and loved ones behind. It's only on rare occasions where migration seem to be the only solution that witches migrate.

" Are you sure migration is what you want?"

" yes master" she bowed.

" you know the stakes are high. It's like sending yourself to an early grave...."

" I know all master. I'm ready." she said. " I can't stay here either. I have to leave. It's an order I have to follow. Though, I'm not being forced by anyone. I know it's risky but I'm ready to go through with it."

"what about your punishments? Who would help you serve it?" a council chief said.

The man on the throne shunned him. " she has given herself a greater punishment. May the grace of the Lord be with you Sylvia. When do you intend to leave?"

" Right now master. I can't go back to my cottage."

" one last question" he said. " your talk about meeting the chosen one and her mate, are you very sure about it?"

" I'm sure master. I won't gain anything from lying to you. They also migrated. I might be going away to meet them master."

" if that be so, We the members of the white coven promise to protect you throughout your migration. We will protect them also wherever they might be. Let the migration ceremony begin."

Sylvia walked away from the judgement stand to the podium and faced the church. Everyone rose from their seat to say goodbye in the best way they could. Most of them were emotional. Sylvia was a very kind witch. Aside her beauty, she was loved by all due to her charisma and kindness. It's ridiculous that she doesn't have a .... That is as a result of her own attitude towards things like that. She turns down every suitor that approaches her. She had lived with the guilt that she had caused her mother to die. She intentionally separated herself. She's never felt enough until Katrienair found her. Katrienair brought light to her life and it pained her more that she had to let her go that quick. But now, she's going under the earth. She prays she find Katrienair again.

Sylvia also could not stop her own tears from flowing, she never wanted to leave but she had to. She'll miss her coven mates. She promised them that she'd be back to pay homage if she survives.

She laid on a chain mat and was carried by some men to the place she'd be buried. The leader and all coven members trotted behind her, most of which were in tears, singing sorrowful song. Sylvia ignored all of them, she's made up her mind and there's no going back.

" Sylvia Swaine of the white coven, Are you sure you want to go on with this migration? You still have a chance to o change your mind." The leader said.

" I'm very sure master. I will migrate today and I'll be safe." Sylvia said. Her braveness even in death surprised everyone.

Sylvia shut her eyelids as she was lowered into the earth. She'll be buried alive...just like that.

The prayer and procession session began. All Sylvia thought of while they were speaking was her mother. All she could mage to whisper was: "im sorry mother."

Her body, soul and spirit anticipated her rebirth in the underworld but her thought only lingered on one thing that has taunted her her whole life.

The prayers stopped and she felt sand begin with fall on her. They were covering up her body already. Sylvia felt it was time for her last word.

She felt the need to pray, to ask her God for a favourable rebirth. To wish to see Katrienair and her company. Not to meet a battle under the earth. She should pray for survival but all Sylvia could manage was.

" I'm sorry mum."

Three words that sealed her fate.