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"WHY THOSE NO GOOD, UPTIGHT, SELF-ABSORBED , HEARTLESS—" A loud, high-pitched voice echoed throughout the cave.
With it, the flames of the witch's campfire flared up and her familiar, a Skog (skeleton dog), growled as her pet crow flew around the room— squawking in fright. The witch's kitten who was sitting on a self in the cave sat up-startled and looked at her owner in concern.
Her owner was a powerful, immortal witch/sorceress known as Amara Grimsbane. Also known as Killian's godmother—She looked to be a little older than her godson, but in reality she was actually twenty-six years older and had been a good friend of Killian's late mother.
Amara and Alice had grown up with each other, and the Brunette had promised her friend that she would always look after her children.
She had broken that promise all because of Alice's no good, lousy, cowardly bastrad of a husband— Brennan—who had gone and made himself a wanted man.
Amara had been off on a trip, looking for the ingredients she needed to cast a strong protection spell on her God children at the time and hadn't heard about it until she returned to the little village they lived in to find her friend's house ransacked and her kids' gone.
Brennan had taken them—a mischevious six year old who was scared of the dark and a quiet, put together thirteen year old— on the run with him instead of leaving them with her were it was safe.
After a few years of searching for them, she found Brennan—alone—and upon learning that he traded them for a boat to save his own ass, she cursed him—putting him into a deep sleep— and continued searching for them.
She eventually found Killian as a pirate and found out that she had failed them worse than she thought. Liam was dead and Killian had become a "one handed pirate with a drinking problem" as he put it— he didn't even remember her.
It hurt her seeing what the once bright eyed, hopeful little boy with a heart of gold had become— hell, it hurt her even more than Alice's death had. It hurt worse knowing that it was partially her fault and that the trauma would follow him for the rest of his life and that She couldn't fix it— especially now that he couldn't remember her.
Instead of trying to get her godson to remember who she was, the sorceress fled the scene and just watched him from afar—only interfering when she could. She couldn't stop him from making bad decisions even though she really wanted to because she knew he wouldn't listen to her.
She took care of him when he was ill. Intervened when someone dishonorable tried to kill him when his back was turned when he wouldn't notice. She doubled the food supply on his ship—making sure it never went bad—and made sure the ship was always sailable.
Amara cleaned up his room after his many drunken benders and listened to his drunken ramblings of self-hatred, dissuading any suicidal thoughts he had and comforting him as he talked to those long gone. She stopped him from hurting himself over every little thing. She helped him escape from the hospital unnoticed and protected him the best she could.
What had Amara screeching in anger at the moment was what she had just seen in her cauldron—which she used to look after her godson most of the time.
The blonde brat that her youngest godson had taken to hanging around along with her stupid parents and the evil queen had just chewed Killian out for not telling them about the curse the green witch had put on him.
And boy, did that piss Amara off beyond belief. After EVERYTHING he had done for her, she had the gall to treat him like he couldn't be TRUSTED? And the others AGREED WITH HER?! "Oh, when I get my HANDS on that little—" Amara raged, flinging her hand over the cauldron so she could see how her little Killian was taking it.
She wasn't surprised to see him passed out drunk in his bed at granny's—where he was now sleeping after giving his ship up for that bloody heartless siren— half a bottle of rum in his hand, mumbling to people who weren't there.
Two empty bottles in the trashcan nearby— if it wasn't for the fact that Killian loved her and that he'd be blamed if anything happened to her, Amara would've killed her already. She couldn't have children and had loved Killian and Liam like her own—still loved them as if they were her own. It was why Alice had chosen her to be their godmother. She had to do something! Amara was brought out of her angry tirade by her familiar, a Skog that she had named Salem, who growled loudly to get her attention.
Amara groaned and turned to look at him "WHAT DO YOU WANT?! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M BUSY PLOTTING NON-LETHAL REVENGE ON THE BEHALF OF MY GODSON?!" the room shook with her anger, causing Sage to hiss and Sirius's squawking to louden.
Salem gave her an unembarrassed look before turning and grabbing something with his jaws—her grandmother's spellbook.
"BAD SKOG, PUT THAT DOWN!" Amara demanded, storming over as Salem dropped the book and started flipping threw the pages.
He stopped and looked up at her as soon as she reached him and the book. She bent down to retrieve her book only to freeze at what she saw—a resurrection spell. A smile graced her features as she saw what Salem was thinking.
'Bring someone important to Killian back, someone who will never stop loving Killian no matter what he does. It was a genius idea, but who should she be bringing back? Hmmm....'