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Date Posted: July 16, 09:13:am GMT-5
Author: Xanthe
Subject:

Wordspell (Pt.1)

The silent coven members formed the
sacred circle, deep
within a dense, secluded forest, a
popular area for ritualistic acts. The
practitioners stared blankly into the
night sky, waiting patiently for their
leader in this particular magickal deed
to give a signal, a motion for the
spell to begin. These powerful members
of the Wiccan society belonged to a
famous coven, the coven of the Black
Roses. The lead reader was almost
always the same, her name was
MiladyMidnight, she was treated a tad
below goddess status, that shows her
underworld popularity, and superior
skills. The other members were all
average in their magick handling,
except for one extremely talented, yet
far younger member nicknamed, Mishay.
Mishay may have been younger then many
of the followers, but her natural gift
for witchcraft made her an asset to the
coven, and rumored to be Midnight�s
replacement one day. Tonight�s spell
was a simple invoking of the four
elements, a simple ritual that was
performed whenever a message to the
other realm was desired. Mishay
imitated the older, more experienced
members, and watched the cloud-laden
sky, and tried to pick out the
constellations out of boredom. The
rosewood incense wafted upwards from
the terracotta bowl on which it was
carefully arranged, filling everyones
nostrils with the sweet aroma. In their
hands was an array of candles, each lit
with a golden flame, surrounding the
Wiccan�s with a pleasant beam of light!
On the carpet of needles, otherwise
known as the forest floor lay many
strange items. An oil burner belched
out rose oil, the delicious smell blew
through the huge tree leaves, across
the dormant lake surface, and beyond
the hillside. A chalice of red wine lay
beside the oil burner, and to its left
lay a small plate, of matching color to
the wineglass, but much more complex in
design.

Aside from the wise moon, watching over
the entire universe, and the glistening
stars, filling the slate background
with bursts of glowing light, this
evening was dark and gloomy. The forest
was a distorted place, the shadows of
trees were oddly obscured, and the evil
owls, perched upon crooked limbs,
glowered down on the coven of the Black
Roses, their screeches piercing the
nights quiet. Finally the ritual began,
the main reader (MiladyMidnight) lifted
her hand, slightly twisting the sash on
her crimson red robe, and so started
the chanting. The mummers of foreign
words, never spoken in public since the
age of witch burning, carried off in
the night�s cool breeze, surrounded the
group with memories of their past. Then
MiladyMidnight reached behind her, and
strained to lift the large grimoire of
shadows in her dominant hand, opening
the seeming ancient book with an
elongated creek. She moved quickly,
tracing her tattooed finger along the
sentence bottom, speaking in rapid
tongue. This constant drone went on for
what appeared to be a century, the tone
was so low, and depressing that it
could bring sensitive individuals to
their knees in tears. The desolate
words repeated for the sixth boring
time, then the magick truly happened.
The fog that had once settled above the
treetops created a cage around the
witches, bars of twigs and fallen
branches, a floor paved in hag stones,
and crinkled leaves as a roof. A
distinct sign that the elements, the
messenger had listened to their plea.
The cult was so involved in their spell
that not one noticed the curious soul
skulk around the bushes, so graceful
that not a single rustle of leaves or
sounds of exhale was apparent. The
cloaked figure was completely hidden by
darkness, only the outline of a tall,
masculine body was visible, who was
this man? Then one of the cult members,
Mishay, appeared to twitch, she seemed
deeply troubled and the lead reader in
between verses and prayers quickly
scolded her lack of concentration
devoted to the spell. She tried
desperately to ignore the sense of fear
that crept into her heart, and sent a
tingle down her clothed spine, but to
no avail. Mishay couldn�t contain the
sadness a second longer, she let out a
blood curtailing scream, and broke away
from the circle running at high speed
into the woods. The rest of the coven
watched the lunatic stumble and crawl
away from the scene, with mouths wide
open in amazement. MiladyMidnight
attempted to speak words of comfort to
this insane woman, but her words were
stolen, all she could muster was a
shrill squeak. The connection broken,
the members forgot all about their
previous act and watched as the woman�s
frantic shadow faded out. They were all
speechless, bewildered, and uneasy
about that sudden outburst. Nothing
left to do on this night spell wise;
they packed up their aromatic herbs,
collected bowls and glasses, and left
the area in a military style line.

Continued.....

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Re: Wordspell ( Conclusion...) -- Xanthe, July 16, 09:18:am GMT-5