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Chapter Three (The death of All witches)
Jada’s POV— Six months ago
It was a night to look up and wonder what our creator’s real intention was. The night was peaceful yet tense. Who would have thought that the happiest day at Castle Lane would have turned out to be a scream of bloodshed? It was the celebration of the creation of Castle Lane, the day when Helena and the elders had created the home for everything good. Castel Lane was our safe space, and for most of us, it was our only home and the only family we had. Years ago, when witches and demons fought among themselves for nothing, many of us had lost our parents, and Castle Lane had become our home since then, but we had to stand and watch it destroyed right in front of our eyes.
“Today we celebrate Castle Lane’s birthday,” Helena said, “a day when we bring hope to those who had none.”
Help! Someone screams in a fearful voice. “What is happening?” They shouted. It was the moment the demon overlord and the warrior started their war against Castle Lane.
Present Time
“Jada! Jada! ” Selina shouted as she rushed into the room. It wasn’t easy living with Diedra and Selina because they lack privacy; they would rush into my room at any hour of the day or night.
“Diedra is coming!” She shouted as if Diedra had just found out where we lived. “So?” I asked, getting up from the ground where I was meditating. I was a bit annoyed because they knew this is the time I usually meditate.
"I knew you were meditating, but," she paused briefly before Diedra entered the room.
“We need to make contact with Jenna,” Diedra said, but I was at a loss for words. I thought that she had gone to find Jenna earlier. Jenna is a girl who works where Diedra works; she called earlier, telling Diedra that she had something important to tell her. I know you must be wondering why she couldn't say it on the phone; well, I don't have an answer to that question.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“She is dead,” Diedra said. “Her hair had gone white, and her body looked as if she was a thousand years old.” What? This could only mean one thing: she was killed by the monster, and she must be a witch or some magical being.
“We must make contact with her immediately,” Selina said, and Diedra nodded her head. “Whatever she had to say, it must be important.”
“You’re going to make contact with the dead?” They both nodded. Back at Castle Lane; making contact with the dead is forbidden.
They created a circle with candles, added whatever else was needed, and then they started chanting. They chant for like four minutes, but nothing happens. I was starting to think whatever they were saying was wrong or something because I saw Layla make contact with the dead before, and it was nothing like what they were doing, but soon the candles were lit by themselves, and a woman appeared. What? I was at a loss for words. They were able to bring a sprite from the other side, which Layla was unable to do. She just spoke with the dead from the sprites’ world.
“What?” I exclaimed. How is this even possible? Layla said only a coven can summon a spirit from the spirit world.
“Diedra!” The woman exclaimed, “You shouldn’t have made contact with me.” Diedra nodded her head.
“Quick, you must leave here now,” she said. Why must we leave, this is our home.
“He can sense when magic is used, and if his blade cuts you, it will siphon everything that you are: your power, your age, everything that you know will now belong to him.”
This is awful; we knew that he could siphon our powers and lives, but he also siphoned our memories. With such ability, there would be no way to stop him, and what’s worse, he can sense when we use magic. This confirms my fears that the witches and magical beings that were killed weren’t in danger; they just used their power, which caused their deaths. No! If he can sense when we use magic, then he might already know where we are. But as soon as that thought hit my mind, I could sense a dark presence.
“He is,” before I could complete my statement, the door crashed open, and there he was. He wasn’t standing on the ground. He was flying a few meters in the air. His face was covered with a dark veil, and he was wearing something that looked like a reaper’s dud.
“Be gone, you devil!” Diedra tried to stop him, but he simply raised his hand and threw her a few meters away.
No! I shouted. We can’t let him win.
“Don’t let his blade touch you,” Jenna warned, but the moment her words left her mouth, he raised his hand, and a dark light erupted, causing Jenna to disappear. He cried out a mournful cry that brought a terrier into your ears while holding his head high in the air. I tried to pierce him with my power, but it was impractical.
© chris_yash
It was a night to look up and wonder what our creator’s real intention was. The night was peaceful yet tense. Who would have thought that the happiest day at Castle Lane would have turned out to be a scream of bloodshed? It was the celebration of the creation of Castle Lane, the day when Helena and the elders had created the home for everything good. Castel Lane was our safe space, and for most of us, it was our only home and the only family we had. Years ago, when witches and demons fought among themselves for nothing, many of us had lost our parents, and Castle Lane had become our home since then, but we had to stand and watch it destroyed right in front of our eyes.
“Today we celebrate Castle Lane’s birthday,” Helena said, “a day when we bring hope to those who had none.”
Help! Someone screams in a fearful voice. “What is happening?” They shouted. It was the moment the demon overlord and the warrior started their war against Castle Lane.
Present Time
“Jada! Jada! ” Selina shouted as she rushed into the room. It wasn’t easy living with Diedra and Selina because they lack privacy; they would rush into my room at any hour of the day or night.
“Diedra is coming!” She shouted as if Diedra had just found out where we lived. “So?” I asked, getting up from the ground where I was meditating. I was a bit annoyed because they knew this is the time I usually meditate.
"I knew you were meditating, but," she paused briefly before Diedra entered the room.
“We need to make contact with Jenna,” Diedra said, but I was at a loss for words. I thought that she had gone to find Jenna earlier. Jenna is a girl who works where Diedra works; she called earlier, telling Diedra that she had something important to tell her. I know you must be wondering why she couldn't say it on the phone; well, I don't have an answer to that question.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“She is dead,” Diedra said. “Her hair had gone white, and her body looked as if she was a thousand years old.” What? This could only mean one thing: she was killed by the monster, and she must be a witch or some magical being.
“We must make contact with her immediately,” Selina said, and Diedra nodded her head. “Whatever she had to say, it must be important.”
“You’re going to make contact with the dead?” They both nodded. Back at Castle Lane; making contact with the dead is forbidden.
They created a circle with candles, added whatever else was needed, and then they started chanting. They chant for like four minutes, but nothing happens. I was starting to think whatever they were saying was wrong or something because I saw Layla make contact with the dead before, and it was nothing like what they were doing, but soon the candles were lit by themselves, and a woman appeared. What? I was at a loss for words. They were able to bring a sprite from the other side, which Layla was unable to do. She just spoke with the dead from the sprites’ world.
“What?” I exclaimed. How is this even possible? Layla said only a coven can summon a spirit from the spirit world.
“Diedra!” The woman exclaimed, “You shouldn’t have made contact with me.” Diedra nodded her head.
“Quick, you must leave here now,” she said. Why must we leave, this is our home.
“He can sense when magic is used, and if his blade cuts you, it will siphon everything that you are: your power, your age, everything that you know will now belong to him.”
This is awful; we knew that he could siphon our powers and lives, but he also siphoned our memories. With such ability, there would be no way to stop him, and what’s worse, he can sense when we use magic. This confirms my fears that the witches and magical beings that were killed weren’t in danger; they just used their power, which caused their deaths. No! If he can sense when we use magic, then he might already know where we are. But as soon as that thought hit my mind, I could sense a dark presence.
“He is,” before I could complete my statement, the door crashed open, and there he was. He wasn’t standing on the ground. He was flying a few meters in the air. His face was covered with a dark veil, and he was wearing something that looked like a reaper’s dud.
“Be gone, you devil!” Diedra tried to stop him, but he simply raised his hand and threw her a few meters away.
No! I shouted. We can’t let him win.
“Don’t let his blade touch you,” Jenna warned, but the moment her words left her mouth, he raised his hand, and a dark light erupted, causing Jenna to disappear. He cried out a mournful cry that brought a terrier into your ears while holding his head high in the air. I tried to pierce him with my power, but it was impractical.
© chris_yash
