In Genesis, a prophecy carved in written foreign language of the first centuries. Misters of the royal court contacted monks and seers of vast knowledge to interpret the alien language. With months of work and months of research, the monks and seers were able to translate the words that were strangely carved on the walls of the palace. In their common language which read.
"Behold and be warned, a child shall be born, one of his kin, one breed from a witch of a mystery clan. A child who shall unleash the chains of his or her father and set the world in flames of the master of the underworld. Chaos will be the dwell of all beings and perish would be the next meal to the mouths. The world will become his domain and it habitants his puppets. So be known and be warned if ever his child is born, the world would seize its natural existence of order."
Fear bounded in their hearts as the mystery words were read into prophecy. Ages to come they set high guards and strict laws of romance outside one's race and religion not permitted.
For years and years, they practiced the guides and felt safe to evade the prophecy from coming to life, yet with the decades the fears in their hearts faded as were the truth in those words said to be prophecy.
It became the silence tale, a myth or man-made to insert fear in the common people.
Well until that faithful night of nothing but evil to the world.
1630
October 18
Winter,
Willshill
Silence as the day's flakes lay, children in a rage of six to nine played their bodies in days coated white ice that laid still and polite on their thick wood clothes made from their mother's love. At another end, a few threw balled flakes at one another, as their waves of laughter warmed the ears of their parents who sat not far across their little village houses made from bamboo trees and woods.
In minutes to follow, the beautiful melody of their laughter and shared joys was consumed by the heavy steps from close by. Quick as they could, mothers pulled their children from the path of being stumped upon by the royal soldiers that were chasing their giant horses.
"Don't let her escape, catch her" a soldier on the front black horse scolded the words to his subordinates at his lead. From his thick dark armor that braced his chest, a thorn-up helmet that stuck on his head, and steel sword that laid glued at his side belt, he was as odd as the head and general of the common comrades.
"There she is" another called out in the direction of the woman being chased, as she took routes in the thick dark woods. Behind they chased forsaking the humanity of her stomach being swallowed or feet naked to the harsh thorns of the forest.
Deep in the woods, dark clouds soon shadowed the white moon that fought its way to glow but yet concealed by the stormy thunders that accompanied it. Leaves and branches danced their way on the crumbled muddy grasses that had felt the weights of many angry steps.
At a high pace, she ran through the God-forsaking trees that gave not a survival direction to her.
'Run, run, run no matter how tired you're. If you're caught you're dead' she sang through her head with every step taken with heavy breaths. She continued for minutes, just for her body to take a rest on the eaten bark tree, on the sight of losing the soldiers.
"Here you are "Her breath seized in with the sight of the seven elders. The seven elders were the lords of the early ages, the controllers of both supernaturals and humans, they were the prosecutors and lawgivers. The council that carved the part others take, the powers were theirs to control and all feared them.
Seeing one at then meant your prosecution day had arrived and nothing in the world could save you, less say all seven of them.
"I haven't done anything wrong" the woman burst out in anger and helplessness. Her dark ginger eyes settled on the seven giant elders that returned no less of a prosecution guilt on her.
In slow breath, she clutched on her knees and took support on the tree bark. Her body weakened from the earlier run, either way, she was surrounded and there wasn't a chance to escape.
The rumors of her strange pregnancy were a fuel flame that caught the attention of people, months and months the murmurings became a hard secret to swallow. As it grew wild soon it reached the ears of the elders. A pregnancy of three years and six months is much even for a witch, more say a light witch like her.
By say a light witch is born with purity and kindness of all, blessed with abilities of healing and communicating with nature. Motherhood to them was only weeks and hers was beyond delivery time which led to fear in her kin's hearts, more fear related to the old forgotten prophecy.
As it stood her marital status was single and no lover was known for her, even those close to her were disbelieving to see a bump on her.
She was a mystery that no one got to solve, her lone character rare her from her siblings. She didn't possess the abilities as her siblings, oddly her powers were that of a strange dazzled. But again they couldn't be sure as she was taken in by the past elder of the light witch as a child, her root and bloodline were unknown to them. The best known to them from their investigation was her being an abandoned child who was taken pity on.
"Huh", an elder huffed, shading his dark pupils to gold. He stormed his right hand which was covered in bronze gloves with spike claws.
He led the claws in spiked to his half-smooth face.
"You claim to have done nothing yet you flee from our summon" he stated breaking the gap between them.
What did they expect? for her to appear to their call and have her killed?
Even though she knew of the consequences that awaited her, the best to her thoughts was to escape yet be disposed of by the person she trusted the most, her friend.
"You stand charges which can only be redeemed by death," another elder said, with a much broader shoulder than the first, his skin blending in furr, his eyes in the reflection of the dark eclipse moon.
"Paul" a pitched yet sluty voice called out in his ears, tangling her nails on his chin and hairy chest that took cover of a half piece material across to the shoulders.
"Let have Kanu take the first lead to her sentence" she whispered behind his ear with eyes washed at the first elder, who detested with a grunt to her offer.
He did not require her or her toy of a lover offer, he was the red wolf, rare of all the wolves. And even without a park to rule, his dominance was known and his strong personality could carve him any path he wanted.
"I have done nothing wrong, my baby's innocent" she murmured out the words, fear settling in with each step Paul took toward her. Her hands relented on her swollen stomach, as she surmounted the last energy she had, in defense of her baby. To her, nothing mattered but her baby, she did not care what they had to say about her child or the curse words that were used to label her baby, all she knew was it was her baby, it was a part of her that she was willing to fight for. She could be hanged and prosecuted for all she cared but her child was yet to see the world and there was nothing they could do to stop her, even if she had to face all seven elders.
"It useless, you can't cast a spell" the once female voice spiked in with a crackle that hinted irritation to the others in watch.
Of course, her powers had been locked out by them, the earlier tea served by her so-called friend must have blocked her energy channels, and was defenseless against the giants at her neck.
"Please don't kill me, I don't want to die, spare my life for the sake of my baby. She deserves to live ".
Her eyes pleaded out with tears, terror and fear registered on her face, more than anything she needed to protect her baby, to her her child growing in her womb meant the world.
With scanned at the seven faces, she crawled her weak body at the toes of the pale figure that stood bright in white, grace with the beauty of light and snow. With hands and head at her toes, she pleaded for mercy.
"Mistress ", she called out in a sore voice.
"Mistress, you're kind-hearted and mother to all, please save my baby. I don't want my child to die. Don't she deserve to live?".
With locked eyes, Mistress Lily shut her ears from grasping her cry or viewing her body that's torn in bruises and scars. If it was in any situation she would have helped but it was a matter of the world and she couldn't risk the lives of millions for just one child whose destiny is set to destroy the world and all that lived in it.
Mistress Lily, head of the white witch clan. Good in nature and an earth nature witch filled with love and kindness. Her straight long white hair flew down her shoulder revealing her enlightened silver pearl earrings that held magic powers.
"I'm sorry but am afraid I can't help you in this situation. Your child must die, he or she poses a great threat to the world's existence, to protect many I won't mind sacrificing you and your baby"
She tightly said averting her gaze from meeting the poor soul on the edge of death.
"No", tears scrolled down her cheeks, and her eyes scanned the seven faces that stabbed her glares of death.
"This is unjust, seven elders all gather to kill an unborn baby that hasn't course any danger or threat to anyone. Is this the justice you stand for?".The fighting mother scolded out.
"How coward of you, all of you. This is how you show your might. You can't kill my baby, I won't let you".
"Woman stop being insolent and accept your death, there is nothing you can do to stop us from giving you death. Your baby is evil and springs from the demon god, she is a curse and so must die" King Suleiman burst out, reaching for her stomach with his sword.
King Suleiman, is a human king known for his greed and selfish acts. He ruled for powers, ambition, and hunger for blood.
At troubled times he had to lead his troops to help prevent prophecy from coming to true.
Another by Rose Petal charged for her neck but floated in the sky from a blast of energy that erupted from the mother.
Held by shock, they froze their eyes at the amount of energy and power the baby had. Soon anger took charge, as they raged for her relentlessly but to no avail as her body was being shielded with a bubble. Fear and amusement spread through the few faces of the heads.
A second blast of defense energy had Rose's body bleeding with thin air squeezing into her burning lungs. Her husband Paul rushes to her aid, and with her head in his arms, he howls out in agony at his mate's defeat.
"Rose dear, my love" he wept with mind blurred in anger at the sight of his mate lost of breath in faints. He leaned her against the same tree she had crashed in, warming his body as it took a shift to his gigantic beast form of a grey-blood wolf.
His body charged at the mother, throwing in punches that came back at him, the more he went on every failure he got from venting his rage. With every slam he gave at the bubble, he came bouncing on the ground with hard groans to accompany the pain.
" Paul", lady Mas called out to his stubborn ears that refused to heed.
"It useless, the baby is protecting itself, if it is this powerful while in the stomach imagine the powers it would possess while birthed" Lady Mas continued in disgust, more than anything she despised the idea of being powered over by anyone, and from the situation she could tell the baby was one powerful beast if ever brought to live and she like always she got rid of all that posed threat to her.
"Then what do you have us do?", Lucy asked in irritation. Lucy leader of the cruel moon pack, as its name implies pack was known for its cruel techniques and heart of no mercy. Once caught in their territory you're a dead man or woman, the pack was known for its mighty female alphas and warriors. They were so established in rage that men feared them.
"Let thy feed on my new spells," she said with balled fists as her eyes stabbed murderous gaze at the mother whose body lent aid.
Could they be right? Was her child truly the ill-fated one that would unleash hell in the world?
No, there was no possibility of such, her romance was true and pure with a man of good, and his heart was clean and true to his country, much so that he died saving it.
The motherly affection couldn't comprehend those facts and even if she did, she couldn't possibly have them kill her child. Good or evil it was a part of her she was willing to protect.
"Leave that to the witches, would you?"
Lady Mas tautly replied, digging her hate-competing eyes. Lucy snorted out with a scoff and rolled her eyes at the way they both have been carrying their hate for each other for hundreds of years and yet it seems to never end.
"Well then, do your witchcraft " Lucy purposely hit the anger button, more than anything witches of that age despised when their work was labeled as witchcraft and all were well aware.
Lady Mas proceeded forward, turning deaf ears to her taunts. She led her hands to Mistress Lily who reluctantly concealed the match bond. Two in one, they chanted old texts from the Book of Genesis, and their bodies emerged with energies of two colors. One as pure as the blue moon came through the veins of Mistress Lily, symbolizing her nature and heart of purity. Another of that of the solar eclipse moon, emphasizing the stubborn and hard heart of Lady Mas. With both energies entangled the eyes of others stayed still and unmoved as it wasn't the first to witness such.
With their merged energies, lady Mas influenced the wind from a circle of hand hands, in an instant she had it directed at the mother with intentions of demising her.