Ceres had moved her hands over her ears to cover them form the witch's shrieking.

"Because I hate you! You damaged my grave  Now, cursed shall you be, and your childeren and your childerens childeren."

With a mad grin Ceres trew off her gloves and held her hand infront of her. No one was around to witness her fighting frenzy anyway, so she could let her fire burn. Ceres knew she couldn't get burned of she did this right, however the witch said something that trew her of balance.


"However, I am in aid, and so if you aid me I shall forgive you and break the curse. Do we have have a deal?''
The witch said. The fire grew hot and painfull on Ceres hand and quickly she pulled her hand back.

A mixture of suprise, fear and unbelieve played on her face as she looked at her hand. During the curse the nerves within her hands had been compleatly burned off, inableling her to feel pain in her hands.

Ceres looked at the witch in disbelieve and saw her old self dancing in the flames. Her brown hair waved in the wind and her green eye's had a happy shine to them. If she agread to help the witch she would be able to continue her dream of being a florist. She would be able to hold her elders sister's child. 

Hell, she might even be able to fall in love and heve a child of her own.

[color=f7976a]''what do you want?''[/color] Ceres asked her. 

Ceres would take any chance, every spidertreath she could find to climb out of this hellhole.

[@The One ]