The 6th. Witch
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4
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760
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The 6th. Witch
Back when dragons were all that you had to fear….when witches and wizards roamed the lands…..I was there….the 6th child of Merlin…life was simple…the town and the people always willing to help out….of course the fact that I could set the whole town on fire if I wanted to….that might have had some to do with it….
On a clearing just off the side of Avalon, there were several castles…one, belonged to my big brother Zane…..a very powerful wizard, he had a tower where he would make all his potions and mix all sorts of conjuers just to see what he could come up with…he had the ability to create black lightning, and trust me when I tell you that when that came out you really didn’t want to be the one that made it happen…the 2nd. oldest of 13 children, Zane set the magikal path for the rest of us….he showed us what to do and what not to do….and cleaned up after me and my sister-in-law all the time….but I will get to her soon…..Zane had the aid of a mystical staff…..made from solid carved wood, he would use it to teach and keep all his trained dragons in line, his baby was Crystala, the youngest but strongest of all the dragons that he trained…found her just of the hill side by his home…he took her in and made sure that she was very well taken care of. This man was a very unique person indeed, he like to take walk-abouts all the time to clear his head and get new ideas for creatures to conjuer, I must say that two of his creations were the best things that he could have ever made….but that’s later. Zane stood 6ft. with long red hair and a beard to match, booming voice and strong life aura, when we were children and got into trouble, father would send Zane to come fetch us, he would stamp his staff so hard on the ground that you could hear him coming from over a mile away and when you heard that staff clank, you knew you were in trouble…
The oldest of my fathers children was Micenggel, or just Mic, he was married to a striking yet fearful woman Katherine, my best friend, though it didn’t seem so at times, when Mic would go off to war or take a walkabout with Zane, Katherine came to visit me along with her 13 children, the number ever growing but 13 no less, she was a bar wench that my brother has fallen madly in love with, the only thing that struck us as odd was that all of us children were English and here was this woman, a bar wench no less that was Scottish, when he brought her to the family gathering once I about died, at first we didn’t see eye to eye, with my raising we were taught that bar wenches were just that, no more could come from them, we didn’t get along to say the least, but this young Scottish bar wench possessed powers that no one had seen in a long time, the ability to cast, and manifest purple lightening, though all of us children has that ability we were shocked to say the least, that a common girl had that ability, after much discussion and debate my father aloud them to be together, Zane took her under his wing so to speak, and taught her to use her ability, made a fine witch out or her I might add, though I would never say that to her. We fought so much that Zane had to build us what we called the danger zone, it was the room where when Katherine and I had a fight we would go into and blow stuff up all the time, I guess that big brother got tired of rebuilding his tower that would some how always get into the way, Katherine also possessed the ability to manifest anything that she wanted to appear, with a snap of her fingers it was there, what ever she wanted, I have to say that I was impressed the first time that she had done so, mad but impressed, after much coaching and help , I taught her how to do much more than that, glamour, stop or slow down time, amongst many other things….
To tell you the rest of the reason for the beloved Katherine I must also include the story of a beast named Technie, a shape shifting creature, created and taught by the great Zane himself, Technie stood 7ft. tall, possessed long black hair, down to the middle of his back if not longer. The most unique thing about this beast was that the had the most amazing white eyes, used to help him see better at night, he was after all a night stalker. Tech, as we called him, was created for the soul purpose to keep Katherine company and to protect her children while he beloved when on walkabouts with his brother. Katherine often referred to him as “her pet” the loving beast that he became close to, they would often go into the forest and practice crafts together, they soon developed a deep and meaning full love for each other, she loved both men so much, that she was devoted to each man differently yet loved them just the same…
Then we must come to my part in all of this, I am a noblewoman born of pure blood from my father Merlin and my mother, Lady of the Lake, I was born in England and lived my life there, I have the ability to conjuer all sorts of things, I can pull red lightning, from the sky, I am able to cast glamour and to bring things to me with a flick of my wrist, I also have the power to call ravens, or what many people call zombies, I have power over the dead, to make them do as I see fit, I have many and all psychic abilities and use them to read tarot cards and rune stones, I can see past, present and future, have the ability to stop and slow down time. I was known as the most powerful surceases. I stand about 5 ft. and a few inches tall, I have long black hair with a single red streak that it what I like to call my witches mark, I posses piercing green eyes and love to wear the color black all the time, you will find that I wear black and red constantly, for those were the colors that I was known by, I also have in my power a staff, a wooden staff that was spiral, I had placed a charm on the staff that only I could weild the staff and no one else, if anyone other than me touched the staff, they would instantly be struck by my red lightening, it had a red crystal on the top of it, a staff charmed to make sure that no one could get a hold o my power source. I was once a succubus, in my early years, who would drain the life from men and able to bring them to my beckon call, much like a siren did, I would lure men out into a secluded area where it would be just me and him. At the age of 13 I made a mistake, I lured out the husband of a gypsy woman, and was found with him dead in my arms, the old woman put a curse on me that stripped me of my succubus ability, and forced me to carry on with simply being a black witch.
I am the great surceases, that created the Wiccan religion that most people in this day and age follow, the old religion as it is sometimes called, not what these new found pretenders have come to play, but where we used candles and herbs to charm and heal, the wiccan ways was a good way to live yours life back then, at least up until the burning times, which you will see comes later.
To tell you my story I must also tell you the story about my sweet Nikktalia, my dear sweet wolfie, as I sometimes called him, he had long black hair, eyes that the only way to describe them were to say sky eyes, they would change to the color of the sky at whatever the sky looked like at that time, Nikktalia was actually a creature that Zane had created to be in his army, a animal very swift and agile, who would fight for Zane in wolf form along side of Technie, a two man army, that was the most powerful and feared army that Zane has ever possessed, before I jump to ahead of myself I must tell you where it all began…….
In a small village just off of where all the castles and towers climbed, was a precher who had one son, Christos, a very beautiful man to say the least, eyes as blue as the sky, long blond hair with a feminine yet sweet face, his name in its self means christ, so you can see where we have a problem, one day while I was walking through the village I saw a sweet faced man standing by the willow that stood in the center of the village, I walked up to him causously, “Hello im Lady Sethrae and you are?”
“ Christos, pleased to meet you Lady Sethrae.” we spent the rest of the day sitting talking under the willow till night fall….I was very unaware that this was the son of the most holy men in the village however, that would soon come to my attention….we spent many days and nights under that tree sitting, laughing, talking of several different things. One night while we were talking and what not my brother Zane walked up to me, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away…
“Have you lost your mind?, get your hands off of me!”
“I suggest that you come with me right now dear sister, you know not whom you are speaking to.”
“I know perfectly well whom I am speaking to, now get your hands off me!”
“Sir, the lady requested that you take your hands off of her, I suggest you do just that.”
“Who are you to tell me what to do? Do you not know who I am young one? If that is the case let me show you who I am!”
With just those words, black lightening came from the sky striking the tree that were sitting under, Christos jumped to his feet, drawing his sword….
“Very impressive wizard, however, the lady asked that you let her go, now I suggest you do so before I cut you to shreds.”
“Now boys, we cant have any of that, tis okay sweet Christos, this is my brother, I will go with him, and meet you back here next night fall.”
Zane dragged me to his tower where he told me exactly who that man was…I told him that It didn’t matter that I loved him and no matter what we were to be together….that’s when all the trouble started…..
Days had passed and I had seen nothing of my sweet Christos, I went to the willow next night fall and yet saw nothing of him, many nights I waited to see him and still had nothing, I ran to my tower with tears running down my face, I didn’t understand, why was my love not there? Why had he left me without saying a word? I ran to Zane and asked him to create for me a lover that would never leave me no matter what happened, no matter what life time, he said that he couldn’t do it, that it would be a waste of good flesh and bone, I ran screaming back to my castle and locked my self in, I couldn’t bare looking at life, I couldn’t bare seeing the village, with a wave of my hand, I blocked and boarded up all the windows that showed me the village….later that night I had walked to the dreaded village and cast a stream of lightening to burn down the old willow, in flames and sparks I walked away…..
On a clearing just off the side of Avalon, there were several castles…one, belonged to my big brother Zane…..a very powerful wizard, he had a tower where he would make all his potions and mix all sorts of conjuers just to see what he could come up with…he had the ability to create black lightning, and trust me when I tell you that when that came out you really didn’t want to be the one that made it happen…the 2nd. oldest of 13 children, Zane set the magikal path for the rest of us….he showed us what to do and what not to do….and cleaned up after me and my sister-in-law all the time….but I will get to her soon…..Zane had the aid of a mystical staff…..made from solid carved wood, he would use it to teach and keep all his trained dragons in line, his baby was Crystala, the youngest but strongest of all the dragons that he trained…found her just of the hill side by his home…he took her in and made sure that she was very well taken care of. This man was a very unique person indeed, he like to take walk-abouts all the time to clear his head and get new ideas for creatures to conjuer, I must say that two of his creations were the best things that he could have ever made….but that’s later. Zane stood 6ft. with long red hair and a beard to match, booming voice and strong life aura, when we were children and got into trouble, father would send Zane to come fetch us, he would stamp his staff so hard on the ground that you could hear him coming from over a mile away and when you heard that staff clank, you knew you were in trouble…
The oldest of my fathers children was Micenggel, or just Mic, he was married to a striking yet fearful woman Katherine, my best friend, though it didn’t seem so at times, when Mic would go off to war or take a walkabout with Zane, Katherine came to visit me along with her 13 children, the number ever growing but 13 no less, she was a bar wench that my brother has fallen madly in love with, the only thing that struck us as odd was that all of us children were English and here was this woman, a bar wench no less that was Scottish, when he brought her to the family gathering once I about died, at first we didn’t see eye to eye, with my raising we were taught that bar wenches were just that, no more could come from them, we didn’t get along to say the least, but this young Scottish bar wench possessed powers that no one had seen in a long time, the ability to cast, and manifest purple lightening, though all of us children has that ability we were shocked to say the least, that a common girl had that ability, after much discussion and debate my father aloud them to be together, Zane took her under his wing so to speak, and taught her to use her ability, made a fine witch out or her I might add, though I would never say that to her. We fought so much that Zane had to build us what we called the danger zone, it was the room where when Katherine and I had a fight we would go into and blow stuff up all the time, I guess that big brother got tired of rebuilding his tower that would some how always get into the way, Katherine also possessed the ability to manifest anything that she wanted to appear, with a snap of her fingers it was there, what ever she wanted, I have to say that I was impressed the first time that she had done so, mad but impressed, after much coaching and help , I taught her how to do much more than that, glamour, stop or slow down time, amongst many other things….
To tell you the rest of the reason for the beloved Katherine I must also include the story of a beast named Technie, a shape shifting creature, created and taught by the great Zane himself, Technie stood 7ft. tall, possessed long black hair, down to the middle of his back if not longer. The most unique thing about this beast was that the had the most amazing white eyes, used to help him see better at night, he was after all a night stalker. Tech, as we called him, was created for the soul purpose to keep Katherine company and to protect her children while he beloved when on walkabouts with his brother. Katherine often referred to him as “her pet” the loving beast that he became close to, they would often go into the forest and practice crafts together, they soon developed a deep and meaning full love for each other, she loved both men so much, that she was devoted to each man differently yet loved them just the same…
Then we must come to my part in all of this, I am a noblewoman born of pure blood from my father Merlin and my mother, Lady of the Lake, I was born in England and lived my life there, I have the ability to conjuer all sorts of things, I can pull red lightning, from the sky, I am able to cast glamour and to bring things to me with a flick of my wrist, I also have the power to call ravens, or what many people call zombies, I have power over the dead, to make them do as I see fit, I have many and all psychic abilities and use them to read tarot cards and rune stones, I can see past, present and future, have the ability to stop and slow down time. I was known as the most powerful surceases. I stand about 5 ft. and a few inches tall, I have long black hair with a single red streak that it what I like to call my witches mark, I posses piercing green eyes and love to wear the color black all the time, you will find that I wear black and red constantly, for those were the colors that I was known by, I also have in my power a staff, a wooden staff that was spiral, I had placed a charm on the staff that only I could weild the staff and no one else, if anyone other than me touched the staff, they would instantly be struck by my red lightening, it had a red crystal on the top of it, a staff charmed to make sure that no one could get a hold o my power source. I was once a succubus, in my early years, who would drain the life from men and able to bring them to my beckon call, much like a siren did, I would lure men out into a secluded area where it would be just me and him. At the age of 13 I made a mistake, I lured out the husband of a gypsy woman, and was found with him dead in my arms, the old woman put a curse on me that stripped me of my succubus ability, and forced me to carry on with simply being a black witch.
I am the great surceases, that created the Wiccan religion that most people in this day and age follow, the old religion as it is sometimes called, not what these new found pretenders have come to play, but where we used candles and herbs to charm and heal, the wiccan ways was a good way to live yours life back then, at least up until the burning times, which you will see comes later.
To tell you my story I must also tell you the story about my sweet Nikktalia, my dear sweet wolfie, as I sometimes called him, he had long black hair, eyes that the only way to describe them were to say sky eyes, they would change to the color of the sky at whatever the sky looked like at that time, Nikktalia was actually a creature that Zane had created to be in his army, a animal very swift and agile, who would fight for Zane in wolf form along side of Technie, a two man army, that was the most powerful and feared army that Zane has ever possessed, before I jump to ahead of myself I must tell you where it all began…….
In a small village just off of where all the castles and towers climbed, was a precher who had one son, Christos, a very beautiful man to say the least, eyes as blue as the sky, long blond hair with a feminine yet sweet face, his name in its self means christ, so you can see where we have a problem, one day while I was walking through the village I saw a sweet faced man standing by the willow that stood in the center of the village, I walked up to him causously, “Hello im Lady Sethrae and you are?”
“ Christos, pleased to meet you Lady Sethrae.” we spent the rest of the day sitting talking under the willow till night fall….I was very unaware that this was the son of the most holy men in the village however, that would soon come to my attention….we spent many days and nights under that tree sitting, laughing, talking of several different things. One night while we were talking and what not my brother Zane walked up to me, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away…
“Have you lost your mind?, get your hands off of me!”
“I suggest that you come with me right now dear sister, you know not whom you are speaking to.”
“I know perfectly well whom I am speaking to, now get your hands off me!”
“Sir, the lady requested that you take your hands off of her, I suggest you do just that.”
“Who are you to tell me what to do? Do you not know who I am young one? If that is the case let me show you who I am!”
With just those words, black lightening came from the sky striking the tree that were sitting under, Christos jumped to his feet, drawing his sword….
“Very impressive wizard, however, the lady asked that you let her go, now I suggest you do so before I cut you to shreds.”
“Now boys, we cant have any of that, tis okay sweet Christos, this is my brother, I will go with him, and meet you back here next night fall.”
Zane dragged me to his tower where he told me exactly who that man was…I told him that It didn’t matter that I loved him and no matter what we were to be together….that’s when all the trouble started…..
Days had passed and I had seen nothing of my sweet Christos, I went to the willow next night fall and yet saw nothing of him, many nights I waited to see him and still had nothing, I ran to my tower with tears running down my face, I didn’t understand, why was my love not there? Why had he left me without saying a word? I ran to Zane and asked him to create for me a lover that would never leave me no matter what happened, no matter what life time, he said that he couldn’t do it, that it would be a waste of good flesh and bone, I ran screaming back to my castle and locked my self in, I couldn’t bare looking at life, I couldn’t bare seeing the village, with a wave of my hand, I blocked and boarded up all the windows that showed me the village….later that night I had walked to the dreaded village and cast a stream of lightening to burn down the old willow, in flames and sparks I walked away…..