, alUNEXPECTED (not final title)
Who would think that I, Nearra Xalada Marcya, was really a witch and not just any witch but the most powerful and ruler of all other witches. I certenly didn't and neither did those pethitic mortals who everyday teased me and hurt me. They paid when I came into my powers and so will the rest of the world who drove us into hiding.
I walked down the road hood covering my face from the people passing bye. My dust red clock hide my sword from the view of the mortals who staired at me. I turned onto a less popluated dirt road. The houses on the road can be traced back to the chreation of this town alone with those who live in them. Each house I passed the lights were out and no one stired. The moon of the night was my only light. The further I got the more I felt a light buzz of energy in the air. I smiled as a light in the distence appeared. It quickly showed to be a bonfire as I entered into the field it burned in. In the field was 20-30 body's all clocked but i knew the faces under them by the power they gave off. They knew me likewise and quickly moved out of my way as i walked to the bonfire. I pulled of my hood letting my midnight black hair fall down to my waist. "Merry meet my sisters and brothers." I called though the field. The witches of this villedge and those who fallowed me from one villedge to the next raing out in unousin, "Merry meet, the mother and Goddess of all." Their raised voices filled me with power and strangth. "You who have lived here longer then those mortals. You whos blood can be traced back to the first mother are here to take back your lands. To come out of hiding and show those mortals that they can not keep us in the shadows no more. We are more powerful, we are more dangerous, and we will. Nolt. Cower." The people cheared me on. Hainging onto my everyword like it was their only way to life. And it was the way to life. A life without looking over their shoulder, without having to worry about their secreate being found a life of freedom. And thost what this was all about the freedom of our kind and the inslaving of theirs. I laughed bitterly and turned to the fire. "Raise your voices with me as we call on the majic of our ansestors to rush us foward and distory the humans. Come ansestors fill these children with knowledge and guide us foward." I felt the spirits gather under the fire. I felt them use the fire as a portal and rush to those around of their own blood. They poured out and filled them. Some stayed back and i spat at those spirits. They were human lovers and deserved no respect. once my people were filled with the power i lead them back the way i came. Our hoods once again drawn over our faces.
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