In the dimly lighted coven hall, the six witches and wizards gathered, each seated in their assigned places around a great stone table. The air was thick with anxiety as they peered into the shimmering mirror before them, its surface swirling with visions of the celebration they had just ruined. Their evil eyes sparkled with glee as they watched the pandemonium spread, the possessed villagers falling to their demonic control and attacking the innocent. But suddenly, just when their victory looked inevitable, the mirror's image shifted. A bright light flooded the area, and they saw Emma—the girl with the power of light—arriving like a white dove. The miraculous rain descended across the festival grounds, and in an instant, their wicked enchantment was undone. The possessed were liberated, and the commotion dissipated as if it had never happened. The witches and wizards recoiled in disgust, their hands gripping in rage as their dark work was destroyed. She is too powerful, one of the wizards muttered, his voice heavy with hate. This girl, Emma, undoes everything we labour for. We cannot allow her to continue, snarled at another witch, her fingers tapping frantically on the table. "She has intervened for the last time. They sat in silence for a minute, contemplating their next move. Then, one of them—the oldest and most clever of the group—spoke out, her voice dripping with malice. We cannot beat her by strength.
The oldest and most clever of the group stood forward, her voice dripping with malice. We cannot beat her by strength alone. She wields the light, and it shields her from our attacks. But there is more than one way to break a warrior. The others leaned in, listening closely."We need to be clever, to lure her into a trap," she said, a nasty smirk coming across her face. We must get her away from the village, away from her power base. Somewhere we control. Somewhere she cannot escape. One of the younger wizards raised an eyebrow. "And where would that be? Somalia Island, the old witch said with a hesitant nod. A realm imbued with ancient magic, where the lines between reality and the supernatural blur. Once there, we may confine her in a cage of magic so strong, that even her light will set her free. The others mumbled in agreement. The plan was ingenious, and if it worked, it would rid them of their greatest threat once and for all. But how do we get her there? One of the witches inquired. We gave her an invitation, the old witch replied with a malicious grin. It made her think it was a challenge, something she could not do. When Emma arrived at the event, she found the atmosphere heavy with an unnatural silence. The once bright energy of Somalia Island was muted, and a cool breeze whispered through the trees, sending a shiver down her spine. The setting was a huge, ancient stone edifice, half-hidden by the tangled roots of gnarled trees and cloaked in shadows. As she went inside, the big oak doors creaked ominously, echoing her entrance. The six witches and wizards sat in their places around a circular table, their looks a mix of laughter and anticipation. They watched Emma with a strange admiration as if she were both an adversary and a prize."Welcome, great one," one of the witches said, her voice smooth like silk. "We are honoured by your presence." Emma straightened her stance, preserving her resolve. I didn't come for pleasantries. You've summoned me here; now tell me why. Another witch leaned closer, her eyes glittering with deceit. We offer you a chance to join us, Emma. Together, we could harness our powers to reshape the world. Imagine the possibilities—the glory, the dominion. Emma scoffed. Do you think I would ever identify myself with darkness? You've inflicted nothing but sorrow. I am light, and I will always resist you. Ah, but you see, darling Emma, the oldest witch interposed, her voice laced with a predatory calm. You misinterpret. This isn't only an invitation; it's a warning. Your light is a threat to us, and we cannot allow you to continue disturbing our plans. As Emma prepared to go, the ground beneath her feet moved. With a quick, scary shock, the ground began to sink. She glanced down in fear as the ground morphed into a swirling vortex, dragging her closer. Reacting immediately, she summoned a wall of light around herself, but the evil magic was already at work. The witches fired a volley of spells, and the shimmering barrier she had built flickered beneath their attack."Foolish girl!" one of the younger wizards yelled. You are stuck now! In a flash, the ground opened up beneath Emma, and she fell into a magical cage, the bars of which pulsed with dark energy. She battled against the restriction, channelling her light, but the cage absorbed her magic, rendering her impotent. The witches burst into joy, delighting in their win. They had seized the one force that stood against them, and with Emma imprisoned, they felt their grasp on the community tighten."Now," the elder witch stated, her voice a mixture of triumph and hatred, we shall release our true power without fear of punishment. The darkness will reign, and you, Emma, will serve as a reminder of what is happening to those who defy us. As the witches began their evil incantations, Emma recognized she had to find a way out, to summon the light within her from her cage. She closed her eyes, and focused on herself, determined not to let sadness take hold. The force of light still flickers within her, waiting for the proper moment to flash once more.
Under the influence of the six witches and wizards, the once-thriving Town of Hollow Stream had slipped into darkness. With Emma, the town's fiercest guardian, confined and helpless, the witches grew more powerful, spreading their demonic influence far and wide. Havoc reigned as their disciples, the Drink Blood Walkers, destroyed Hollow Creek, leaving its people frightened under the relentless onslaught. Amid this turbulence was a kid named Marcus, an orphan raised by his grandmother, Mrs. Helen Lewis. Mrs Lewis was no ordinary woman; she was one of the last remaining voices of authority in Hollow Creek's parliament, yet age had worried her bones and the weight of watching over Marcus.