Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women-Chapter 103: Learning

The woman finally decided to become what she hated the most in her life.

A WITCH.

To fulfill her oath, she decided to become a witch. She searched the whole place she knew to find books of spells and witchcraft. Most of them were fakes but her determination made her find the real ones.

With a newfound determination burning in her veins, the woman set out on her quest to embrace the very thing that had been used to condemn her throughout her life, witchcraft. Ignoring the whispers of fear and superstition that still echoed in the recesses of her mind, she delved deep into the forgotten corners of her world in search of the knowledge and power she sought.

Amongst dusty tomes and ancient scrolls, she sifted through countless volumes purported to hold the secrets of magic and sorcery. Many proved to be nothing more than charlatan’s tricks, designed to prey upon the gullible and desperate. But she refused to be deterred by false promises or empty illusions.

Driven by a fierce determination to reclaim her destiny, she combed through every word, every symbol, every incantation, her eyes alight with a hunger for knowledge that bordered on obsession.

And finally, amidst the sea of falsehoods and half-truths, she discovered the glimmer of something real, a grimoire of ancient spells and rituals, its pages stained with the passage of time and the weight of centuries.

With trembling hands, she traced the arcane symbols etched upon its weathered surface, her heart racing with anticipation at the prospect of unlocking its secrets. For within its pages lay the key to her transformation, the power to reshape the very fabric of reality itself.

And so, with the time clenched tightly to her chest, she began her journey down the path of the witch, her footsteps guided by a singular purpose, to wield the magic that had been used to condemn her as a weapon of justice and retribution.

For she knew that in embracing the darkness that had long haunted her, she would finally find the strength to confront the gods themselves and fulfill her oath of vengeance.

She started hating everyone. She didn’t even want to like her own kids if she had any. Because of the betrayal her son did to her. It took her ten years to believe that her fourteen years old boy really betrayed her.

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Seething with an insidious blend of resentment and disillusionment, she found herself retreating into a cocoon of isolation, her once warm heart now encased in a fortress of emotional armor. The very thought of forming connections, of nurturing bonds with her offspring, felt like an impossible feat, weighed down by the heavy burden of betrayal that her own son had inflicted upon her.

It wasn’t merely a matter of mistrust; it was a profound erosion of the very foundation upon which she had built her maternal identity.

As the days turned into years, the wound festered beneath the surface, poisoning every interaction, every fleeting moment of tenderness. The echoes of her son’s betrayal reverberated through the corridors of her mind, a relentless reminder of the fragility of familial ties. She grappled with the tormenting questions that gnawed at her soul: How could he? Why did he?

Was there ever any love at all, or was it all just an illusion, a mirage shimmering in the desert of her shattered dreams?

Ten long years slipped by in a haze of anguish and self-doubt, each day a battle against the tide of bitterness threatening to engulf her. Yet, amid the darkness, a flicker of clarity emerged, a gradual recognition of the complex web of emotions that bound her to her son.

With each passing moment of introspection, she began to unravel the tangled threads of her heart, confronting the painful truth with a courage born of necessity.

It wasn’t an easy journey, nor was it one she embarked upon willingly. But in the crucible of adversity, she discovered reserves of strength she never knew she possessed. Forged in the fires of betrayal, her resolve hardened like steel, tempered by the harsh realities of life’s capricious twists and turns.

And so, after a decade of solitude and soul-searching, she emerged from the crucible of her own making, no longer shackled by the chains of resentment that had bound her for so long. Though scars remained, etched deep into the fabric of her being, she found solace in the knowledge that she had faced her demons head-on, emerging not unscathed, but undeniably stronger.

For in the end, it was not the betrayal itself that defined her, but the courage with which she confronted it, reclaiming her sense of self and rewriting the narrative of her own life.

As fate would have it, unbeknownst to the boy, the villagers harbored sinister intentions, plotting his demise immediately following her passing. Oblivious to the looming threat, he unwittingly acquiesced to their scheme, unaware of the treachery lurking in their hearts.

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Yet, amidst the haze of grief and the turmoil of her newfound power, she became privy to their malevolent designs. Despite the gravity of the situation, her heart remained ensnared in the icy grip of vengeance, a relentless hunger for retribution eclipsing all other considerations.

The revelation of the villagers’ betrayal failed to stir any semblance of compassion within her embittered soul. Instead, it fueled the flames of her righteous indignation, stoking the fires of vengeance that burned within her with an intensity unmatched by any mortal emotion.

In her eyes, their betrayal was but a drop in the ocean of her suffering, a mere footnote in the grand tapestry of her torment. Every slight, every injustice inflicted upon her fragile spirit served only to steal her resolve, driving her inexorably towards the precipice of retribution.

For in the crucible of her anguish, she had become something more than human, a force of nature, unfettered by the constraints of morality or mercy. And as the shadows of vengeance closed in around her, she embraced her newfound power with a grim determination, knowing that the path she had chosen would lead her into the heart of darkness itself.