LUCEM
LX Chapter

A room behind the door was a dining room with enough chairs for everyone. The rats were lined up in an elongated green chair and a similar table in front of him. While I, Marbella, Moonflower, Magenta and Venus were sitting on wooden chairs covered in brown cloth, sitting around an oval table that exposed her wooden veins beautifully . A chandelier on the ceiling is still on.

Venus came with a big stack of brownish pancakes and I knew the color would give it a taste. As a man I crave more golden pancakes like Moonflower. We may have made the Venusian man very bothered in the morning, but how else? I did not find the direction of the kitchen even though I had tried, so could not offer him a favor or push Moonflower there to hold a spatula against the bubbling gold dough in the pan.

In turn everyone began to take his pancakes. I put the pancakes on a white plate, applied a little butter and doused them with syrup. Now this pancake looks perfect for chewing. But before that I apologized inwardly to Venus for a little comment about the dark color in her dish. I know this kind of apology is appreciated, but not expected. I raised my fork. Breakfast is love.

Leaving Moonflower and the rat troop to chat with the Venusian man in the dining room. Magenta asked me and Marbella to follow him to another room. Entering a door. How many doors are in the wall?

Somehow as soon as I entered the door I felt disappointed, finding the soft green room with the picture of the vines again.I wished for a puzzle, a feeling of horror that pushed the body to a certain limit, he said, feeling a racing heartbeat, and efforts to maintain sanity so as not to scream. Have I doctrinated myself wrong about the witch's image? Or Magenta is a type of witch who is not a witch? There was no trace of the sticky green mud, no snakeskin and frogs, no big furnace or jugs. Overall, the house is too clean.

"Mars," Magenta's voice interrupted my observation.

"Yes?" Reply immediately.

"Come here.," Her voice was like a magnet that instantly pulled me fast in front of her.

"I'm going to scratch you, a little bit" he said.

I looked at Marbella. My brother just raised his eyebrows. I gave my hand to Magenta speechlessly. I let myself catch my breath, closing my eyes for a full second. As I opened my eyes in the next second, I saw blood flowing out of my skin, painlessly just a feeling of surprise. With his palm he wiped the blood that soaked the back of my hand. Magenta turned to look at Marbella. "You want to see it?"

"I can't wait anymore" replied Marbella by rubbing her hands together.

Magenta smiled and then let go of my hand slowly. I'm surprised! Very surprised.

A string of lights connected my hand and Magenta's hand. Slowly Magenta stepped back and the string extended, stretching between us.

Marbella stepped closer with her mouth open, she knelt down and touched the rope of light... It shook, causing an amused sensation on the back of my hand. Marbella laughed happily, the light twinkling along twinkling in her eyes.

" It's amazing!" Marbella said, standing up again.

"What is the use of this rope?" my many.

Magenta took off the rope from his hand, the rope of light moved wildly like a crazed worm, then quickly entered my hand. I flinched and quickly checked my hand. Non-supported.

"You can control your own light now," Magenta smiled meaningfully.

I hate to admit that I don't want another guess, I want an answer. But those words I can only shout in my head. Magenta again led us through the door. Now we are back in the hallway with chairs without tables.

"Where is the dining room door?" my many.

I remember entering the dining room just taking a few steps from the row of chairs. But now the door is not visible there.

"Well, I'm very interested in that" Marbella enthusiastically followed Magenta's steps.

I was like a transparent human being, walking following the two women in front of me. Several times I looked back and remembered the location of the door by door on the wall. I pointed at one of the doors before leaving the house through the main door.

Marbella and Magenta enter a yard overgrown with various plants and flowers. Full-color. Fantastical.

If they already have so many plants and flowers, not a few of them are creeping to and fro and why do they still attach pictures of plants that stick out in every room in the house? The excessive taste. Thought.

I stopped to observe a flower that was red and yellow like a ribbon curled, the leaves were tapered green, and I found the seeds wrapped by the fruit of the capsule, very unique. And that sight again, the long creeping trunk, I guessed at least it was about five meters. Some of its flowers jut out from the sidelines of the fence. It really caught my attention.

"Superba gloriosa may look harmless, but the poison is quite deadly, especially on the tubers" said the man Venus who came from nowhere.

"Oh!" it's kind of an uncomfortable 'oh' surprise.

I started to feel like this house belonged to a witch, and I just realized that I didn't really like the sensation of surprise like what just happened. Maybe the shock was not so suitable for my heart that easily sagged. I'm grateful Magenta isn't my imaginary kind of witch. Sometimes reality is more beautiful than hope. I rubbed my chest to calm my jumping heart.

"Sorry, surprise you" said Venus politely.

"Ah, no. I just didn't expect someone to show up in the crucial moments," I said pointing at the red flowers on the ground.

"Oow... Yeah, what kind of a precarious thing?" ask with a serious face.

"Umm. yeah, not the real precariousness but you came at the right time. Someone who can explain to me about the flower, I just really want to know what makes the flower worthy of being in the garden of a witch,"

"Witch?" Venus raised her eyebrows in wonder.

"I mean, Madame Magenta," I cast a glance at where the woman was.

Venus laughs. "She does have some magic, but to call her a witch I'm still rethinking."

"Why?" my many.

Venus shrugged both of her shoulders. "She's too pretty to be called a witch."

I know the direction of this type of worship sentence.

"Okay, I sometimes don't trust my cat brother or my burly friend to call them witches. Honestly, I don't really know what magic or magic is other than the fiction books I read" I said.

I think I've compromised too much about magic and witches. Never mind.