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The moon peaks from the overcast sky and shines with a diverse luminosity. The flame from the
ground soars and tries to lick the moon. Crackling jingle from the embers gave the night an
exquisite melody accompanied by a hissing whisper from a maiden who dance circling the
towering fire.
The wind blows so mild yet it’s tossing the maiden’s hair to the air while dancing around the fire.
Her aura welcomes calamity, it invites catastrophe. Her beauty is incomparable yet no records of
romantic equal. Her face shows the calmness of her totality and her movement illustrate her
gracefulness.
She falls on her knees facing the raging fire, she’s too close but she doesn’t seem to bother, the
tongues of the flame attempts to contact her long, black straight hair but they were helpless. She
faced the moon and mutters a Latin sentence that she alone could understand, just right after her
sentence the blaze rose up like a tower consuming the moon with its great fury. The fire woods
were consumed in an instant by the violent inferno leaving traces of its ferocity on the fading
embers before the maiden, whose body is on the ground; her colors left her skin leaving it pale
and ashen.
The city of Karu is the busiest city in Klasus. Klasus, the country where trade and witchcraft is
swiftly rising. Karu is the country’s capital and where all major traders and merchants invest
most of their time. Thundering noise of rising voices echoed all over town as every passerby
canvass for merchandise of their own liking. The booths along the sidewalk were not so inviting,
colorless sheeting was supported by four thin wood posts and under the canvas were the
merchant’s items, showcased in a chaotic status. Karu is also the town where witches’ lairs
abounded. The witch’s population covers 8 percent of the entire city’s inhabitants. Every witch in
this town is feared yet revered. A certain woman was untouchable for her grand witchcraft and is
believed to be the mother of all the witches all over the country. A society of witches was
founded by Flemeth, the mother of all witches. She welcomes everyone to the society especially
women. She roams around the city streets to mark out every trace of homeless girls asking for
alms and she also takes the maidens who work for the city perverts. She’s giving homage to the
maidens who were homeless and vulnerable.
The witches’ circle that was also rendered as “The Society” was appreciated by the country
dwellers; they serve as the doctors of the poor and the saviour of the weak, but not until the death
of Flemeth. Every witch in the society who taught alongside Flemeth claims the spot of being the
next leader of the society. They wage battle against each other to settle the argument; power
against power.
The intense competition caused the great division of the society. The entire wicked witch
hammered the army of the humble and forced them to leave the society’s fortress. They wander
along the city streets and then decided to settle at the city skirts, hoping to live their life in peace.
The witches in the outskirts devoted their lives helping the poor and defending the vulnerable.
They prayed for Flemeth at a sanctuary built at the heart of their compound and asked for her
return. The witches believe that once a witch dies, she will return from the dead if she could
escape the strings of death and they shall possess greater power once they broke the curse of
death. They hope for Flemeth’s swift return so that they could settle the quarrels and live in
peace together again.
While living with the hope of Flemeth’s return, they continued her legacy of being open handed
to the needy; they scouted the city boulevards to search for homeless women. The society
ventures to the city even knowing that they were considered outcast by the “wicked society”. The
citizens of the city feared the wicked society that they were forced to stay away from the other
society that any conversation to them will cause them the most painful death they could imagine.
But the city dwellers love the society who helped them with their needs. They hide them every
time the wicked circle roams the city streets and they even provide for their supplies.
Bathory, the head of the feared wicked society; out powered every witch who tried to claim the
throne from her. She killed every one of them, leaving them no hope of survival. She’s making
certain that there will be no more future disputes against the same witch. Bathory imposed new
rules over the witches in her reign including death to every crime against her name. She doesn’t
want any competition that she’s making every step to outwit her enemies; even with her striking
magic she still plays dirty tricks to win her battles. A witch claims the power of their opponent
after thrashing them. She discovered that every witch had an essence within which can be
transferred from one to another by defeating foes and casting a spell to unleash the essence from
a witch’s body and then inhaling it to append to her essence. The greater the essence, the greater
the magic. Flemeth enclosed that fact; she knew that by knowing this fact can turn a witch
against another. Bathory discovered this reality by stalking to Flemeth on one of her lone
moment in the holy place of the society’s fortress. Books of spells and chants were piled on
Flemeth’s shelves and no one in the society knew of these shelves. Flemeth uses some spells to
conceal the shelves that no one could see them while inside the room and uncover them with a
spell if she needs to use the books on the shelves. Bathory remembered the spells to cover and
uncover the shelves and used the books for her own interest. Her knowledge of spells that were
on the books was nearly equal to Flemeth’s and the other witches were no match for her.
Chapter 1 Prayer
“Wake up Morrigan!” shouted Senna while shaking Morrigan. “Wake up! Wake up!”
The sleeping maiden sat up but still not to her senses. She rubs her eyes to see clearly who’s
waking her. She smiles the moment she recognized the face of Senna.
“You did it again. Don’t stay outside the fortress without someone with you. You knew what
Bathory hates right?” she wipes Morrigan’s face with her palm. “You look terribly dirty, stand up
and let’s get you a clean dress”
The fortress’ kitchen is wide enough to cater for 20 workers; the wicked society grew too great
that it doubled the number of the former society’s population. Morrigan is a witch brought in by
a kind cook at the wicked society’s fortress when she was 8. She was first seen by the cook along
the street lying on the floor wounded; she was nearly killed by a chap who failed on forcing her
to go with him. The cook, she took care of her as her own child. Just like her, Senna was also an
orphan who took refuge on the cook’s arms. Senna and Morrigan were of the same age. The cook
was also a witch but she devoted her life cooking for the society, she’s the same head cook
during Flemeth’s time. Both Senna and Morrigan helped their mother in the kitchen during their
break time but they never neglect their study of their arts.
“What in the gloomy world happen to you Morrigan?” inquired her mother as her eyes examine
her daughter’s facade.
Morrigan bent her head down to hide her remorseful face. “I’m sorry mom” she apologized. “I
didn’t mean to......”
“I know” Her mother guaranteed her. “go and get yourself a nice clean dress, you still have to
study later and I’m growing old now, Morrigan I can’t work all the time like it was before” she
smirked.
Morrigan’s eyes watered with tears. “Mom, my hands are yours”. She reached for her mother and
hugged her tight.
“I love you too baby”
“I’m a baby no more” she objects
“Now go and fix yourself.” She turned her gaze to Senna who’s almost crying while watching
them. “Don’t you cry there, I love you my babies, you both gave me so much joy.” She inhales to
fight the coming tears. “Go with your sister and help her with her studies, you’re better than her
in spells, help her remember her spells. Now off you go.” She waved them goodbye and starts
working on the menu.
On the other circle of witches, they were preparing a feast for Flemeth. All the witches and
warlocks were welcome to join the feast; invitations were sent to every skirt of Klasus notifying
them about the upcoming event. An invitation was also sent to the wicked society. Jinsha, the
chief of the society in the outskirts of Karu, whose heart is like Flemeth’s; she loves helping the
poor and it’s her heart that placed her to the throne. She’s still hoping that their difference of
opinion with the wicked society would come to an end.
“That fool” a mockery on her voice was very obvious. “Did Jinsha still believe on reconciliation?
I can’t believe that bitch!” Bathory retorted
Her mockery is hitting the patience of the courier. Her crisp laugh resounds all over the hall. Her
seat was elevated 5 feet high off the ground and the throne was adorned with precious gems and
pink pearls. She’s looking at the warlock below her throne with great dislike. She’s not akin to
any man stepping inside the fortress. She even put up a regulation with regards to their contacts
to chaps; relationship to other man is prohibited unless decreed by Bathory.
“Tell her not to anticipate my occurrence in that feast” she beamed. “Don’t worry I will send a
slave on my stead, I don’t want to waste your labours on coming here; risking your life bringing
that silly letter on Jinsha’s behalf. Now bow and depart weakling,” shooed Bathory to the young
lad.
Her laughter’s scorn resonates all over the fortress. Her mockery to the other circle of witches is
loud enough for all the witches inside the stronghold to learn the letter’s what about.
The warlock from Jinsha’s village walks calmly as he steps out from Bathory’s castle. Evading
gazes from every witches along the corridor. An odd feeling from behind held his feet from
walking. Two maiden witches were watching him walk away. Captivating scenery was what he
thought of them.
“who is she?”He thought
He came back to his senses when he saw both of the maidens depart from where they were
standing, a call from within the fortress caught their awareness and then they start scurrying
inside.
He smiled. He wishes to know her name but that will just remain as a wish. He’s got no option
on how to know her name. They are not allowed to enter the castle of Bathory, let alone roam the
city. But he knew that the thought of her will not leave his mind for sure. “Flemeth, I wish you
were here, watch over us I pray” he longed for Flemeth’s rule. He never had met her nor been
conceived when Flemeth was welcomed by death but he heard immense things about her in their
village at the outskirts of Karu.
He heaped a vast amount of air for a deep sigh. “I wish to know you more” he whispered to
himself. “When will I see you again...”
A deep and heavy breathing from a maiden weighs her down as she sprint in the middle of the
woods with a torch on her right arm. The twigs on the ground scream as they snap by the
maiden’s bare foot. She ran so swift as if she’s gliding. The flame on her torch trails some
tongues in the air as she promptly sped through the woods, raising it just right to prevent the
flame from licking the branches and the leaves. She’s breathing so heavy and she’s gasping for
air as she crouches down to rest for a bit. The rhythm of the drums being played gave the night a
jovial spirit and while the trumpets gave the night a spirit of solitude; good pair of instrument yet
not good for this kind of night. She braced herself then walks slowly towards the feasting village,
she walks with graceful movements as her garment dances with her figure; a silhouette of beauty.
The maiden took a not so busy street to watch the high spirits of the visitors and the villagers.
She saw no familiar faces and it made her curve her lips into a joyful exploit. A funny feeling
embraced her totality when she saw a stranger looking directly at her, the stranger is even
smiling at her. “This is a cheerful night you dummy, everyone should be smiling” she thought.
The maiden pinched herself for having that strange feeling. “Just have fun Morrigan, don’t think
of anything else” she advised herself. She froze the moment she realized who the smiling
stranger was. She managed to look at the guy who’s with a flashy grin. “Yes it’s him!”
Morrigan couldn’t think of anything to do when she saw that Jinsha’s warlock is walking
towards her, she can’t move her body as if frozen by the cold wind of the icy night. She turned
her gaze onto the ground the moment Jinsha’s warlock stood before her. She’s not prepared for
any encounter with a warlock; Bathory prohibits them to mingle with warlocks or any male
citizen. Morrigan and the other witch under the rule of Bathory were killed just by talking to a
male citizen without any formal matters discussed. She hated Bathory now more than ever
because of the fear inculcated to their hearts and also to the incompetence of conversing to a
male. She raised her head and saw the amused warlock looking at her introvert expression.
“Hello young lady, I saw you at the bitch’s castle right?”
“You should not speak ill of her highness or death will swallow you whole.” she warned him
with concern
“It is strange..” he looks more amused. “You’re spirit is not like the bitch’s, I mean Bathory,
you’re kind!”
“This is who I am, my sister and my mom too”
“Sister? The beautiful maiden with you that day?” he asked
“Yes” she guaranteed him
“Aleks, my name is Aleks,”
“I’m Mor........”
“Morrigan, right? I heard the voice and she’s calling for someone named Morrigan and you
turned your head first than the other young maiden.” explained Aleks
“Impressive,” she smiled of amusement. “My sister’s name is Senna but we’re......” for the
second time she didn’t finish her line because of Aleks interruption.
“But you’re not really sisters. I know that too. Everybody knows that,” he informed her.
“Jinsha welcomes warlocks in her circle but why did Bathory despise men? I couldn’t understand
that, she killed everyone who comes together with men . . .” she looked down to hide her dread.
“Even killing her own sister because of that stupid made-up law.”
“Don’t you know?”
“Know what?’’ Morrigan inquired
“About the prophecy of her death, no one told you about it? I get it, why would she tell her circle
about that, only a few members of her society knows about it”
“I didn’t know that, maybe I will try to ask my mother”
“anyway, you’re here unannounced right?” enquired Aleks. Morrigan just motion a nod.
“Well then, come and I will show you everything, I will walk you to the entire village without
Bathory noticing you.” He smiled
He grabbed her hand and slid past the other citizens who feast, Morrigan with a little confusion
found no objection of Aleks ‘suggestion. Morrigan took pleasure on her tour with Aleks but her
question about the prophecy is still hovering all over her mind and she’s decided to ask her
mother once she got home. She desires to know the truth about why did Bathory despise the
other gender, about why is it so bad to mingle with them, are they something like poisons that
could kill you? Morrigan hustled her way through the woods, she must hurry and reach the
fortress first before Bathory and everybody could get there.
Chapter 4 Aleks
Smokes were ascending from the gray ashen ground to the orange-hued morning sky. The gleeful
event of the feast yesterday was really terrific, the very first feast for Flemeth since the day
they’ve been considered outcasts.
Rays of light from the sun sets to penetrate the dim and dusty room of one of Jinsha’s warlocks.
Sheets of linen were put up to cover the windows, put up to block the rays of light from entering
the room. The only warlock who loves dim shaded room, every witch and warlock in Jinsha’s
village love the light especially the sun. The only illumination was from the fading glow of the
few embers crackling in the hearth, most of the fire woods were eaten by the blazing fire. The
young warlock on the bed embraced his body to warm himself, the cold morning air is colder
than the usual, and winter is approaching fast. His furry thick blanket was no match to the cold
breeze and it’s having him feel the chill up to his bones that he felt some mild pains in his joints.
He’s near to sneezing and he felt some cold fluid running out from his nose. “This is not good”
he thought. He stood up with his blanket still wrapped around his body and walk towards the
hearth where the vanishing smoulder and warmth of the ember was. He reaches for some woods
beside the fireplace and starts to kindle a fire for warmth.
The dancing flame on his hearth reminded him of a stranger whom he officially met yesterday at
the feast of Flemeth – Morrigan. Her essence was like the dancing fire; graceful yet powerful.
Her presence made Aleks forget who he was and just spend the rest of the night with her like a
normal citizen. He never expected that his prayer to see her again would come true, he even met
her face to face and then spend some couple of hours together at the feast. He can’t understand
why does time passed so fast when she’s with him to the fact that he used one of his spells to
make the time sluggish.
The young lad watches the dancing flame as he incorporate Morrigan to it. He longs for her
presence but he doesn’t want to risk her life. He knew that Bathory imposed some rules with
regards to her witches mingling with male witches or even to ordinary Karu male citizen and
considering the truth that he belongs to Jinsha, the rival of Bathory.
“This is not fair, someone must stand up and do something . . .or someone should fulfil the
prophecy the soonest time possible!” he thought
A knock from his door brought his senses back. He put more woods to the swelling flame to raise
the temperature inside the room. He stood up and threw his blanket to his bed and walks slowly
towards the door to check who’s knocking.
“Jinsha is requesting for your presence” a voice called from the opposite side of the door. “She
said it’s urgent” the voice came again.
He wonders why he was being summoned because he was never called this early. “I’ll be with
her in a moment” he assured the messenger. After some moments of odd silence facing the door
and waiting for the messenger to reply, footsteps was all he could hear from inside.
“My head. . .” Aleks gripped his head with both hands trying to cast a spell to remove or at least
lessen the pain. A dreadful memory hit his nerve. He starts to shudder by the thought of someone
dead. “My Lady?” he whispered. “I remember everything now, Jinsha showed me the actual
event of the prophecy . . . but my strength isn’t that too grand to see the entire scenario
clearly. . .” he shook his head to throw away the confusions, “. . . the images isn’t that clear but I
saw Morrigan and the blade of Death. .” tears began to flow from his eyes, he tried to fight them
from gushing down but he just can’t stop them from pouring and he can’t figure out why.
“...Why does it have to be Morrigan? Flemeth do something please! I beg you!” Aleks sobs as he
prayed to Flemeth. He never left his chamber; he just spent the rest of the day in his room
praying for Morrigan’s escape from the blade of Death. He prayed that Flemeth would bless him
with supremacy so he could defy the blade to pierce Morrigan’s flesh.