Chapter 2: The Spooky World
"What the hell is a Witch Queen?"
"Are you kidding me? You don't know who The Witch Queen is?" she asked him, still unable to fully see her.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," the Minotaur who was now lying on the dirty ground said to her.
"How can you not? There is only one Witch Queen in this entire freaking kingdom. I'm having difficulties believing you. Hold on," she paused, "that's no longer true. Let me rectify that: There used to be only one Witch Queen, up until very recently. That's more accurate," she corrected herself.
"I'm even more confused. What do you want from me?" the beast asked her.
"You are not really a monster, are you?" she saw right through him, even if he physically was a beast.
"What do you mean?"
"You have the body of a monster, but you are not one, right?"
"How do you know?" he asked her.
"I can see your soul. You have the soul of a young human man," the Witch Queen could sense it.
"Once more, what do you want from me, witch?"
"A few things," she revealed to him, "however, if I wasn't looking for you, and that I was only using the road, minding my own business, I would have come across a piece of useless rotting flesh. Visibly abandoned from the look of it. But you are not useless."
"Leave me alone. I'm fine," he said.
"You don't look fine to me, but you would normally be right. While I don't typically really care about some trash on the side of the road, there is a bit more to you than just trash."
"Thank you," the Minotaur softly said to her.
"It's so strange though," she still remained with him, towering over him as he was stuck to the ground, "you don't seem to be coming from this region at all. You are most likely a lost foreigner. We don't see a lot of Minotaurs around here anyway, so that makes sense to me. I mean, you surely see even less human men trapped in the body of a beast, too, right?" she added. She crossed her arms, right underneath her breasts.
"Um... The more that I think about it and the more that I want to see your real human form..." The Witch Queen thought to herself out loud.
"I don't think I am from this place at all," he simply said.
She stopped smiling. Getting a bit more serious.
"I know you are from that local prison," she said.
"What did you say?" he asked her.
"I know where you were all this time. I've been looking for you for quite some time now. Tried sneaking into the prison, but it wasn't as simple as I originally expected to. Yet, you made it out."
"You knew where I was?"
"Yup."
"I don't understand anything. The only thing I remember from my life is being in prison. I don't remember anything else," he confessed to her. "It's as if I was born a prisoner," he added.
"Wow. The plot thickens. Speak of something weird. Am I right?" she chuckled. "Now, you are going to tell me that you were innocent all along and that you didn't deserve to be sent to jail to rot? All prisoners such as you are the same. Always. The only reason why I was hoping to get you out of that place originally was because of what you represent: A hell of a vessel," she told him, amused, but not surprised at all. Not one bit.
"A vessel?"
"Yes, a vessel is‒" she was interrupted by one of her own magical powers. Something she could see in her witch's mind. She sensed that he wasn't doing too well on a much deeper level. "One percent?" the witch said out loud to herself. "He is down to about one percent of his reserve of organic mana."
"One percent? What are you talking about?"
"That would be too long to explain," she said.
"Ever since I came out of the hellish prison last night, I started feeling my health getting weaker and weaker. I keep feeling like I'm going to die. I'm now apparently degrading in health. I guess that's where the line is drawn and that I will be done for," he slowly and painfully explained to her.
"I can fix this," she told him, all of a sudden, the young woman dropped everything and ran even closer to him. For the very first time since their meeting, she moved in a way that made the back of her body block the intense and blinding sunlight that was coming down on the road. For the first time, the Minotaur was able to see what the stranger woman looked like without the sun blinding him and obscuring her pretty face and her wondrous body.
In her thirties, thirty-four years old to be exact, The Witch Queen was a young-looking woman that somehow managed to combine youth and maturity in one striking look. She had that calming, motherly figure and aura around her, while still looking much younger than her actual age. The Witch Queen had adorable magenta eyes that gave so much attention to the beast that it made him feel like he didn't deserve it. Her hair was pretty long, down to the middle of her back, and her color was apple red. Her hair was straightened out. Sadly, she was wearing a thick black cloak which made it impossible for the beast to tell her body type too much, although, she did look like she was healthy-looking and pretty voluptuous on top of that. With the cloak, she also wore an overly large black witch's hat.
"You are better-looking than I thought."
"Stay with me," she said as she knelt to his side, tried surrounding him with his arms to comfort him.
"I don't know for how long I can do that."
"Are you certain you want to live or not?" she asked.
"Fuck yes, I'm sure."
