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Date Posted: July 16, 09:18:am GMT-5
Author: Xanthe
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Re: Wordspell ( Conclusion...)
In reply to: Xanthe 's message, "Wordspell (Pt.1)" on July 16, 09:13:am GMT-5

Wordspell (continued...)
The man was fully concealed behind a
large spruce tree, he glanced quickly
from each direction to make perfectly
sure that the coven of Black Roses was
gone, and somewhere in the forest the
one sheep without a shepherd, was
frightened and alone. His heavy
footsteps pounded against the damp
ground, with a lantern swinging in his
left hand, and a long dagger in the
other, he hunted for this lady. The
smug looks on his otherwise emotionless
face made one point perfectly clear, he
was indeed a witch hunter, using the
old divides and conquers strategy. This
certain hunter was one feared by any
witch who lay eyes on him. His name was
Bior, a twisted man with serious mental
problems, and many unresolved issues.
He took up the hatred against witches
only on the bases of having something
to lash out at, to vent some pent up
anger. His vicious tactics were known
by many, including the morgue at the
local hospital, which had to dispose of
captured witches.

Meanwhile, Mishay managed to survive
the wilderness, and eventually made it
back to the coven of the Black Roses
secret meeting place, hopefully without
Bior�s knowledge. She was now huddled
in the far corner of the immense
hallway, lined with pictures, and
antique lamps with small blue candles.
With her protecting grimoire in hand,
she struggled keep her composure, as
worst case scenario thoughts raced
through her headache afflicted head.
She was currently working on a spell to
banish this horrid being from this
realm. He deserved to be punished, he
was a sorry excuse for a human, he
never showed emotion, and in his mind,
mercy was non-existent. She would
avenge any witch ever prosecuted,
become a respected member of her
community, and maybe in time regain the
high positive status that she once held
before the incident. Mishay changed
into her ceremonial gown, black to
block out bad spirits. She tied a
silken cord around her slender waist
and set the book of shadows on a wooden
table before a raging fire, and marked
the page of the needed spell with a
long piece of leather. She moved
speedily to the craft supply cupboard,
gathering the necessary tools. One
sandalwood incense stick, an oil burner
and expensive St. Johns Wart oils, a
purple candle, piece of black cord, and
a bowl both for salt, and water. She
skillfully set these items up in the
correct order. A crackle and
multicolored spark hovered above her
honey blonde hair covered head, swrled
down her toned body, and landed at her
bare toes. Unexpectedly it appeared in
the doorway.

The angered Bior stood panting for
breath in the meeting hall�s doorway,
dagger poised for the attack upon this
innocent woman. He gritted his
yellowish colored teeth, narrowed his
deep brown eyes, and paced across the
room. Mishay looked him strait in the
eye, curled up the sides of her lip
into a devilish sneer, and threw the
bowl of salt all over the sap,
finishing the spell, and casting this
beast into the realm known to common
man as hell.

The other members of the coven of Black
Roses were both grateful, and very
proud of their youngest member with the
most bravery. Mishay was even awarded a
special spell book and a sincere
apology from Midnight for snapping at
her earlier. She beamed with pure
happiness, and smiled upon her many
admirers, she was almost as popular as
Midnight and one day in the near
future, and she would be the main
reader!
.....................................

Merry meet dark stranger, I see another
lost soul has emerged from this realms
forgotten shadow. Since the gloom of
this desolate place tends to frighten
away mortal travelers, I seldom am able
to entertain guests; it gets rather
lonely around here. I would be very
honored if you would join me for dinner
this evening, I am aware I dine rather
late, my apologies, I am what you call
a night person, you don't seem
otherwise occupied, so follow me and
enter Raven's Realm. My humble home is
always available for exploration,
however if you value your person
wellbeing, you will follow my advice,
and stay away from the gardens of
despair, sometimes accidents
happen.
......................................
Inside the empty shell where I resided
for some time, My heart remains
scorched, My soul reduced to grime. I
have been left to grieve. With my soul
in scattered embers. They are all that
is left. Of a love no one remembers. I
am no longer a person But a shadow on
the wall. My very spirit has left; I'm
not perceivable by all. My voice has
escaped my throat So that I can hardly
speak. I'm only capable of a whisper
that is inaudible and weak. I have
become a pile of ashes, The remnants of
our old flame, Since the fires of our
passion Became, in your eyes, tame. My
breath disappeared into the wind's
gentle gust when our love disintegrated
into ashes and dust.
.......................................
~~**^^ CODA ^^**~~

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