Witches have always been amongst the mortals for as long as they've been alive. The Goddess sent her guardians down to earth after she saw what mischief the mortals were getting themselves into. After a time the mortals the Goddess created began to resent the guardians and claimed them to be evil begins; calling them witches and hags and sending them away or killing them off one by one. They did not know what forces they were playing with. The Goddess became so furious with how her creations were treating her special guardians that she sent them back to her to save them from the chaos. But some stayed.
Some of the guardians were so enraged and engulfed with revenge towards the mortals that they embraced the title witch and wreaked havoc on the mortals. They were fueled by hatred and pain allowing them to eradicate all of the mortals. The Goddess of course stopped them before they could fulfill their wish. Upset with the Goddess and infuriated with the mortals of earth the guardians that called themselves witches went into hiding vowing one day to release a punishment most suitable for the wrong doings of the mortals.
Sensing bloodshed in the near future, a small band of guardians came to the Goddess and requested to be sent down to earth to keep a watchful eye on the witches. The Goddess understanding sent them back down. The guardians disbanded but always remaining in contact with each other. All seemed calm for many, many years until the witches began gathering again.
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Off hiding away, in the swamps of Florida, stood a lonely cottage. Lurking within its walls, a powerful being named Verbena lived out her days causing mischief to the locals. It's the little things like opening up the latches on the meat trucks so the stray dogs get into the meat, or walking into the bake shop and touching a batch of dough causing it to go bad, that make waiting too many millennia. It was finally time for her to be called upon to join the rest of the witches. As she sat in at her vanity admiring her ageless beauty she thought about how long she has had to wait for this revenge. She cursed her sisters for waiting so long. Many times she attempted to call upon her sisters to enact their revenge but they wouldn't listen.
She sat there for a moment longer, relishing in her upcoming revenge when she heard a knock on her front door. Quickly she grabbed her cloak and captured her wand. It was a long black rob with black roses carved onto the surface. She waved it in front of her face slowly. The wand created a brilliant purple light that drifted towards Verbena's face, distorting it and aging her. When the mist cleared her once beautiful face had transformed into one of a disgusting old hag. She shuffled over to the door and swung it open.
Standing in the doorway was her sister Esmeralda. She smiled sweetly and laughed, "Why, dear sister you certainly are looking your age!" She laughed once more and shoved her way in. Verbena quickly restored her natural beauty as she walked in after her sister.
"Well?" Verbena asked her sister angrily.
"Well what?" Esmeralda retorted.
"Is it time?" Verbena spat back.
"Time for what?" Esmeralda looked at her sister mischievously. She loved playing tricks like this on her sister.
"Don't play games with me, sister. Not right now when I am on the verge of explosion. You know what I ask of you, now tell me. Is it time?"
Esmeralda gazed at her sister in shock by the rage her sister possessed. They had all wanted their rightful revenge but it seemed Verbena wanted it most. Slowly a sense of prided swelled in her for her little sister and a smile crept across her face. She looked deep into Verbena's green eyes and said, "It is time."
Like a bullet, Verbena was away. She rushed into her small bedroom and gathered up her books and a small purse of clothes. Once more she stood in front of her sister with belongings in hand. She brushed loose strands of her blonde locks out of her eyes and smiled excitedly up at her sister. Casually, Esmeralda took out her wand from her leather jacket. Esmeralda's wand was shaped similar to Verbena only hers was a dark red wood. Verbena took out her wand and held it in the air seeming to hold in her breath. Esmeralda placed the tip of her wand against Verbena's. A gentle breeze started to form around them.
Esmeralda spoke, "Vires naturales, rogamus vos accipere nos ad domus nostri sorores" (Forces of Nature, we ask you to take us back to the home of our sisters)
The wind whipped around them like they were in a hurricane. Papers and books flew around them, coffee mugs and plates smashed into the walls, but stiff and still, in a trance, the two witches stood in the center of the chaos. Verbena and Esmeralda's eyes both turned black. A radiant purple light engulfed them and then like a flash they were gone. The books and kitchen ware smashed to the ground and the papers leisurely drifted. All around the floor and up on the walls of the cottage looked as if a war was just fought, and in the heart of the debris were scorch marks. The burns in the wood floor traced out an intricate design; the mark of the witch, the mark of the Goddess.
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Battle Under the Sycamore Tree
Fantasy"Witches have always been amongst the mortals for as long as they've been alive. The Goddess sent her guardians down to earth after she saw what mischief the mortals were getting themselves into. After a time the mortals the Goddess created began to...
