Hello my Delicious Flesh Morsels,
I actually go this post written up early, unlike both of my b’s, sorry. The prompt list still isn’t singing to me which is quite annoying so I’ve chosen something that isn’t on it, I hope you don’t begrudge me a little creativity. I choose Creativity, the phenomenon whereby something new and valuable is created. As a potter might spin clay into a pot or into a tile; then for a witch, people and nature itself are the clay. A witch needs only the knowledge and skill to make a pot or a tile. I believe that to work magic you must be creative, to have the vision to see what is and what can be.
So I’ve decided to share some of the story I’m working on, I’ve promised it before and I’ve spoken at length about my reservations about posting it. I just want to remind you that everything written on this blog is mine and that you do not have permission to reblog it, post it elsewhere, or claim it as your own in any way shape or form. Now I’ve poured my heart and soul into my work, enjoy it, comment and discuss it in the comments. This is only a small portion of the story and its probably one of the more action packed sections, just remember I am choosing to share this and that you must respect my property.
The bell rang loud and jarring in the small room, easily drowning out monotonous speech issuing forth from Tavars’ thin colorless lips. The gray-haired Mr. Tavar sighed as the students rushed out of the room, books and papers roughly shoved into bags and papers scattered about in their wake.
Nathan slowly gathered his things, his heart beating as fast as a humming-bird as he worried about what was about to happen. Idle fancy clouded his gray eyes for a moment with thoughts of escape; but he was no fool, if he ran now his ruse would be known and he would be hunted. The blonde mage took a deep breath as he walked through the hall, trying to calm his racing mind and shape the veil that would protect him from the witch. He walked out into the courtyard tension hung heavy and suffocating on the cool autumn day as he fell into line beside a young woman with tree-bark brown hair and dazzling green eyes. “I got your message,” He breathed in a low whisper as he watched a few freshmen fidget worriedly. “If all goes well, I might have a date. What did you have in mind, Cassie?”
She was a tall and stately woman with hair that fell like a dark waterfall around her shoulders, Her skin was as white and flawless as marble; She was like a statue in an iridescent silk-shot black gown. As she walked into the small courtyard the wind howled and was as cold as death, Her face was cold and expressionless as she entered the walled in area, sheer black fabric hanging from the jewelry that adorned her shape. The dark-haired sorceress was flanked by two men an unadorned blade at their hip and a small pistol in a holster under their arms. She was a god among men, she walked with a supernatural grace and her very presence evoked a primal fear.
Students shuddered in her presence as she walked among them, her mind touching each of them as she passed looking for magics’ power. Her eyes burned white-hot with an alien fire as she swept through them, the iridescent moonstone choker glowing just as brilliantly denoting magics power.
This woman was a poison creeping in the vein, a single touch of her mind could send a teenager into a fit of mad ravings and many did from her malicious scan. The screaming was maddening it pierced and rattled the soul bringing tears to a persons’ eyes, others fell to their knees in a fugue state completely blank, while others still went unmolested, just a little rattled. Nathan shuddered as She passed him, his stomach churned and his mind burned with her rage; this was the rage that had everyone so rattled, this rage was why some screamed in madness and others became still and silent.
Cassandra grabbed Nathans’ hand as The Sorceress passed and he yearned to shield her from this pain, she whimpered and clutched at her head tears streaming down her face, smearing her make-up as they fell. Nathan drew her shaking form into his arms and hugged her smoothing down her hair as he went. “Shh Love, it’s alright; it’s done now.” He whispered, trying to comfort her as best he could.
The statuesque woman sighed as she stopped in front of a young man with thick black horn-rimmed glasses and short brown hair. “This one, his power is rudimentary, at best but his mind is very malleable.” Her voice was like brittle glass, it was the first time she had spoken and it was a shock to hear the words fall from her painted lips.
“N-nno, it can’t be, you’re lying!” He shouted as he backed away, bumping into the senior behind him. “I, I can’t be gifted!” His face was lined with fear and disbelief as his eyes flicked back and forth looking for any possible escape. At that moment the sword-bearing guardians descended the rows of students to the mage-to-be. “I will be no slave.” He said as one of the guards grabbed his arm, his voice deep and echoing with power.
Words of power leapt unbidden and alien from his blood and filled his mind, a way to free himself, to defend himself. They fell from his lips without thought or reason, burning and scorching his throat, words of hate and rage and pain. The sorceress had the look of a predator in her smile as he conjured fire to his aid, soon his power would be added to her own. Nathan and Cassandra were stricken and rooted to the spot looking on in horror and awe as the crowd of students and teachers fled, fire sparked and danced across the limbs of the freshman burning the guardian who held him.
His eyes burned like two rubies set deep into mortal flesh as he struck out at his would-be captors. “I serve no Masters and surely no Mistress.” He shouted the flames licking across his skin and setting their suits aflame. The fair woman in black laughed and lashed out, a word like cracking ice rang out from her throat high and piercing. The air grew chilled and the fires dimmed and died, all but those that wreathed the young freshman, He never had a chance to move as a large shard of ice ran him clean through.
He fell to the cold concrete and his eyes dimmed. His hearts-blood seeped out around the ice painfully slow, he cried out with his mind beseeching any who could hear, any who could help. “Oh, no, no, no, I won’t have any of that.” She said a smile upon her white-painted lips as she knelt down and touched his forehead. Pain laced through his body and he howled, the freshman went limp as she traced her fingers around the wound. “I’ve stopped the blood flow, I’m no healer but He’ll live. Come, we have what we came for.” She said coldly as she rose and strode out of the courtyard, her bodyguards dragging the limp form of the fourteen-year-old behind them.
Have a good day,
Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of the Gods, The Defender of the Old Faith, The Morning Star, Sovereign Queen, The Empress of Thorns, The Queen of Roses, The Saint of Sinners, Oracle of the Gods, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Pope of Discord, Hecates’ Handmaiden, The Lady of The Quill, The Amber Lady, The Whore of Babylon, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.