[ Day: 4-20-1697. Location: argatha entrance. {note: Finally, i made it} (i will be adding these every chapter.) ]
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the silloute silently watched as the tree talked to the girl, and that's when every animal hushed, the trees did not rustle, nor did a atom move. The great tree yelled to the girl, as she scurried off to the bushes, as the dark figure walked into the light.
' ' Tch, how sad. ' ' As the man walked out, a mask could be seen covering his face, just plane white, as he wore a black cloak, hood on. His hand reached out, revealing long sleeve with black gloves, all black, he had countless straps and cool stuff on it, and pointed to the girl in the bushes.
' ' Your excisentence is in danger, witch. ' ' The man said as the tree turned to him, yes it could do that.
' ' By you, you mean? The darkness you emmit is far powerful! I am the tree of good! No evil comes here. ' '
' ' There is something you forget, you grandfather, the tree of life is also a good tree, but different. You are a good tree, meaning that to me, i'm doing the good to my people, so you would let me in. Same with anything else. But your grandfather? only the Non-evil can be in his presense. ' ' The tree was silent as the man said this, which made him smile, though no one could see it.
' ' I will harness your power for me. ' ' He turned to the bushes again. ' ' and you will face your end, ' ' the darkness made a aura around him, as his power rose sharply, his hand slammed into the tree, as the tree grew older.. and weaker... until finally it died. His middle finger then pointed where Makie was, letting out a beam of darkness, the noise bursted through her ears, she narrowly evaded it, falling on the ground. as the grass brushed her cheeks, and the mounds of rock and dirt hit her, burning her eyes and making her senses numb, she ran, away from the noise of his cackling, that echoed through the forest.
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' ' OI! ' ' The man, still having fun with his newfound power turned into the trees, having already made the forest witch run into the bushes. ' ' Who dares say oi infront of thou? ' '
' ' Me, you just made my prey run. ' ' It was the kings hunter, who was sopposued to look for Makie. He jumped up, his blade gleaming in the dusk light as he slashed down at the mask man.
The mask man made a dark sword, out of his aura, making him bounce back with the recoil. they lunged at each other, clashing and parrying, until the hunter got cut on the cheek, making him loose gaurd and the hilt of the mask man sword wen't straight into his skull.
' ' GAH! ' ' Falling back ward the hunter kneed the mask mans knee, making it buckle. As the mask man's leg gave out he grabbed the collar of the hunter. Throwing him up in the air, he launched a darkness beam, hitting him straight in the stomach.
Falling, the hunter threw his sword after writing a rune on it using the feather he brought. He landed on the floor with a thud. the masked mans knee gave out, as the sword went straight for him. He lifted his hand, and stopped the sword, his darkness around it. The scene was cool, how the darkness danced around him, in all types of ways, rings, fire, electricty, everything!
' ' The witch is mine. '' The mask man said, getting up. He quietly took off his mask and cloak.
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' ' MM... ' ' Makie said as she ate her cooked rabbit meat, savoring the taste with the spices she stole from a village not too far. She tried not to talk about the elephant in the room and the drama that just happened, and humming, quietly continued reading her book. The magic of forest witches.
page No.2 How they came to be.
Forest witches. They are witches that can transform into anything, while performing spells. They call them forest witches because they are rare, and the ones who created them stayed in the forest. witches are often greedy, ridculois, evil, cannibals, and all sorts of stuff. But passed down from generations, rare witches had that ability, to transform. Now no more witches practice this, witches inherit them. But those cant perform spells. meaning they look like normal people, but don't worry, none of them are alive.
Makie sighed, and closed up the book. She just couldn't get past that. Just couldn't. she crawled into her tent,curled up into a ball. She was now scared, with tears she pulled her makeshift blanket up, for god knows what would happen to her.
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A elegant dragon with white scales, silently walked around Argatha, near the palace. It's blue eyes constantly wandered, as gaurds followed it, not dragon. He also had blue spines on his back . His head turned, as he walked back into his palace, the gaurds stopping as he stepped in. His claws felt the rock under his toes as he walk in, the breeze moving in and out his scales. He tasted the air, as it tasted crisp, he lowered his head hearing the normal play of his children in their rooms at the top, their laughter echoing. He could smell something cooking, his wife roasting chicken for him to eat. He was a dragon, but maybe he wasn't so different from a human. The doors behind him slammed shut.
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' ' So he died eh? ' ' The king asked, his gems gleaming. He stroked his beard again, loving the feel of sleek hair on his fingertips, as his hair was natrually shiny. The kings crown sat to the side, it's gold still young, and a ring of hair was stuck to the crown, though no one told the king, he looked quite goofy. his clothes fit him, tiger outlines, with read leather on the inside. As he got up, a creak could be heard, as his red pants shifted in wrinkles.
The person speaking to him was a scout, simple brown leather pants with a small stitched green cloak on, probably worn out. under it was a plain white shirt had countless patches, but flexible and lightweight his clothes were. his red hair was tied into a short ponytail as chunks of hair helped define his face. his eye color was blue, and his face was strong and formal, his lips in a grim line, and he looked quite in shape, decent, but not like one of those buff people.
' ' Yes, we are not the only one looking for the Forest witch. ' ' The scout said, standing straight in formality. The white pillars held the ceiling up, as the gold outlined the end of each pillar, the red and gold carper stretching to the giant golden doors, two tiger incarvings on it, with two different shining gems on them. ' ' This is now a race. ' '
The king now stepped down, coming face to face with the scout. ' ' If this is a race why don't you go out? ' ' The kings face made it clear that this wasn't a question, his giant nose flailing. The scout turned, walking to the door. He pushed it open, ready to obey his king.
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Makie could sense something, nagging at her senses, watching her. She climbed out of her tent, tears mode still on, she got herself up, as she was tired, she walked over to a bush, her feet creaking. She opened a bush, and a white wolf was there laying on the floor. It was panting, an arrow stuck into its hind leg, barbed for capture. she lifted the wolf up, its fur shined in the moonlight, and it purple eyes looked at Makie. Staring into her soul, for any trace of evil. Then the eyes closed, the wolves breathing still there.
The fur was extremely soft, and she could feel the heavy breaths. There was still life in there. Makie turned with the wolf in her arms, heading for her tent.