Clarke and Jasper,stalked through the underbrush. Their footfalls were nearly silent as they moved with the graceful precision of predators on a mission.
Their quest was a dire one, born out of desperation and fueled by unwavering loyalty. Edward, had fallen prey to the insidious influence of his sire and forsaken his humanity. The bonds of loyalty ran deep among vampires and their sires and Clarke and Jasper would stop at nothing to rescue Edward from the clutches of darkness.
"Remind me again who and what we are looking for,fuck! I hate the forest.It is ment for the dogs(wolves).Is it safe? have had enough with territorial beefs Clarke " Jasper complained.
"wolves should be the least of your worries.They are far in the north but in this part,there is more danger.It is the witches sect."Clarke explained
Jasper laughed"I will snap their necks as they taste the fury of my fangs.witchcraft doesn't work on me.Clarke! I don't think we will find Edward here"
"we won't find him but we will find someone who knows where to find him."Clarke replied
Their journey brought them to a remote and mystical corner of the southern of the forest. A place whispered about in hushed tones among the occult. This sanctuary was concealed from the world, accessible only through a narrow, winding path flanked by towering trees and veils of thick mist. The very air felt charged with ancient magic as they ventured further into the woods.
Finally, they reached the heart of the sanctuary, a clearing bathed in an otherworldly light. The witches' abode was a sight to behold. It seemed to blend seamlessly with the natural world, as if it had grown from the very roots of the forest. Elaborate, gnarled tree roots interwove to form walls, and vines cascaded down from the branches above, forming a living roof. Candlelit lanterns hung from branches, casting a warm, ethereal glow.
The witch's dwelling itself was a mixture of the mystical and the practical. Her abode was adorned with intricate symbols and charms, hanging in ornate arrays. Shelves lined with ancient tomes and arcane artifacts filled the space, revealing the depth of her knowledge and power. A cauldron bubbled in the center of the room, its contents emitting a fragrant, heady scent that filled the air.
Clarke and Jasper felt an electric hum in the atmosphere, a tangible manifestation of the witch's formidable power. They knew they had found the elusive outcast witch they had been seeking.
The outcast witch possessed an appearance that was both intimidating and strangely gentle, a paradox that mirrored the complexities of her magic.
Her age was impossible to discern; her face bore the etchings of countless experiences, yet her eyes sparkled with an ageless wisdom. Her skin, the color of ancient parchment, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura, hinting at the reservoir of power she held within. It was marked with intricate patterns of tattoos, each symbol a testament to her mastery of forgotten spells.
Her hair cascaded down her back in long, silver waves, catching the candlelight in a way that made it seem as if she wore a halo of moonlight. Strands of hair framed her face like tendrils of ethereal mist, softening the stern lines of her features.
Her eyes were the most captivating and enigmatic aspect of her appearance. They were a deep, endless black, devoid of color, like the abyss itself. When she looked at you, it felt as if she could peer into your very soul, unraveling your thoughts and secrets with a single glance. Yet, within those mysterious depths, there was an unexpected gentleness, a spark of kindness that belied the fearsome reputation of witches.
Her clothing was a blend of the practical and the mystical. She wore a flowing robe of deep forest green, adorned with intricate embroidery that seemed to shift and writhe as if it were alive. Amulets and talismans dangled from her neck, each one radiating an aura of protection and enchantment.
Approaching her with caution, they explained their purpose and the urgency of their quest to find Edward. The outcast witch, her eyes like pools of ancient wisdom, agreed to help.
With a graceful sweep of her hand, she ignited a fire in the hearth, and as the flames danced, she began to perform her witchcraft.With incantations that seemed to reverberate through the very earth beneath them, the witch used her magic to connect with the web of supernatural energies. Her eyes glazed over as she entered a trance-like state, and the room filled with silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire.
Minutes passed like hours, and then, with a sudden intensity, her eyes snapped open. She turned to Clarke and Jasper, her gaze filled with a mixture of awe and revelation. In a voice that seemed to echo with the knowledge of ages, she uttered the words they had been desperate to hear – the location of Edward.
You seek Edward, but you must understand, he is unlike any vampire I have ever sensed.He is different (Clarke threw a i told you gaze at Jasper as she reflected on the act of Edward walking in the sun)from others.Destiny has big things in store for him but he has switched off his humanity, a perilous path few can return from," she explained, her words laced with a sense of gravitas.
Clarke and Jasper exchanged worried glances. They had heard tales of vampires who had forsaken their humanity, becoming ruthless and unfeeling. It was a dark path from which few returned.
The witch continued, her voice now tinged with a note of foreboding. "You must find him and bring him back, for he stands on the precipice of losing his humanity forever. But there is more. In six months' time, a cataclysmic event is destined to unfold, and Edward, in his unique state, could tip the balance towards destruction."
"give us the location.Once he sees Clarke,he will come crying(imatating Edwards voice in Spanish)Mi amorcito, extrañé tus besos y tu cuerpo. Mmmmh. ¡Muah!(Mamie babie I missed your kisses your body.mmmmh. mwaaah)"Jasper said jokingly.
Clarke slapped Jasper's back smiling"stop it."
The witch leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto theirs with a fierce determination.
To gain the location you seek, you must first do something for me," she began, her words hanging in the air like a heavy incantation.
Clarke and Jasper exchanged uneasy glances. They had come seeking information about Edward, and now they were faced with a condition they hadn't anticipated.
The witch continued, "The ones who hold the key to restoring Edward's humanity are the witches who cast me out, and they will not part with it easily. They have something of mine that I value above all else—a child, my own flesh and blood, born different.Have been protecting her but they've caught him and hidden him away, branded him an abomination."
Clarke and Jasper felt a pang of empathy for the witch, but they hesitated. They hadn't planned on getting involved in the personal disputes of witches. They were here for Edward.
Seeing their reluctance, the witch's eyes hardened. "You may not understand this now, but my child's fate is tied to your mission. If you want to know where to find Edward and have any hope of saving him, you will need to rescue my daughter from the clutches of the witches' . "
Clarke began to speak, but the witch raised a hand, silencing him. "You needn't agree right away. Take the night to consider your options, but remember this: my daughter is not the only one with a dire fate. The world you know is on the brink of a cataclysm, and Edward, in his current state, may well hasten its descent into darkness. If you truly wish to avert this fate, you will have to embrace the unexpected and the difficult."
With those words, the witch retreated into the shadows of her mystical sanctuary, leaving Clarke and Jasper with a heavy decision to make. The path to finding Edward had taken an unexpected turn, one that would require them to confront not only their own fears but also the deeply entrenched prejudices of the witches who had cast the outcast witch aside.