Running on the ground, several thestrals fly out into the sky, soaring up. They go past a waterfall with beautiful rainbows reflecting from it into the blue sky, and thestrals fly towards the clouds. Flying into a stunning city, they land down by a mansion. Looking out of place in the city, the ones who summoned them come out.
"Look at that, sir. Don't they look so gorgeous to you?" Walking to the thestrals, the woman runs her hands through their hair. Walking beside her, a tall man with a stubborn expression and stubble on his face replies to her, "They look okay… hurry and get on one as I gather around the others." Hearing his deep voice, she nods and quickly gets on the horse.
Soon enough, five others join them, each getting on their horse. After everyone is on one, the thestrals fly off quickly, taking to the air, feeling the wind on their faces; they each enjoy the moment to their hearts' content.
After enjoying the flight for a while, they soon reach a barren land. Looking at the deserted land and the clouds that reflect the same depressed color as the environment, they make it to a castle that looks lost in time.
Getting off the horses, each of them feels dread. "Uh, sir, is this right?" Speaking up, a young man looks at the tall man. "Is yee questioning my methods?" Shaking his head quickly out of fear, he follows up. "No sir, I was just worried this wasn't the right-" Cutting him off with his hand up, he walks past the young man. "It is right' no more questions from any of you."
Listening to their leader, they nod and walk up to the castle. Opening the big doors, the leader walks in first.
The others follow his lead, getting further into the castle. They soon get to the throne room to find the wicked witch of England.
"I see you six have decided to join me." Hearing her voice, they all feel their hair stand up. Soon enough, in a wavering voice, the leader speaks up and pulls out a paper in his hand.
"Wi- wicked witch of England, I am Reginald Black; I will begin the arrest of Eleanor Noir; you have committed far too many acts of treason against the parliament and the integrity of having magic. From manslaughter to the use of forbidden magic in human experimentation. Lastly, Yahweh's stone was stolen. Come with us or die." Finishing his speech, the entire room is silent.
Soon enough, laughter fills the room, her laughter.
"You and your team? You think you can defeat me?" She grabs her staff and floats down to the six different witches and wizards.
Their hands tightened on their wands; seeing them react like that, she simply smiled. She held up her staff. "If so, be it; we can fight."
Tapping her staff on the ground, they feel magic power gathering around it.
Soon enough.
"AVADA"
They all quickly respond. They never heard of this spell, but they decided to block it.
"PROTEGO" They all yell out, thinking it would be enough to block this spell. It should be enough to block it.
"KEDARVA"
Soon enough, the green spell rushes to all of them in six different directions, each breaking the shields they put up and hitting them. They all fall as they feel their life force leave their body. They look at the woman, and she smiles at them. "You lot have tried it." Speaking to them, they all hear the absolute evil in her voice, the absolute death they feel their bodies succumb to.
Hiding to the side, she watched all six of her teammates die; she did not have any connection to them except for Reginald; Reginald saved her from being an orphan. She wanted revenge but knew she could not usually defeat this woman. But there was a spell that all the wizards put together, which could kill her simply with water. Running out, she screams. "THIS IS FOR REGINALD!" Looking at her, the wicked witch scoffs at her; holding up the staff, she begins her spell. But before she could sound it out, the water dumps onto her, the water blessed by Yahweh to kill pure evil. As the water hits her, she feels her body melting. The woman looks at her melting with a tired expression but is still determined to take back the stone.
She rushes to her staff to take away the stone of Yahweh, but before she can, the wicked witch says a simple spell, sending the stone flying into an unknown place. Before she melts away, she says, "I will be back in nearly two thousand years; fear my return." She fully melts away; the woman stands in place, shocked.
This day failed; soon after, many felt the god left them, and this day was hidden by prominent families; they hid the existence of their being a god, too.