THE WITCH

 

THE WITCH

VII

Knight’s council

“It is time to wage war on the cursed witches. They killed Quintin our emissary and now they seek retribution on man himself. God help us all” said Sir Kingsley as the other knights roared in agreement.

“Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” they shouted while lifting their swords haphazardly.

Inside the chamber were some of the Northern Knights from the Northern Kingdom. They had come here to Pitsbury for the great meeting. And to decide the fate of the evil witches that have terrorized their people living there: Hanging the innocent, cannibalism, kidnapping and mutilation.

These foul practices were a breeding ground for human sacrifices, the Dark Forest holds a lot of secrets, to those who dare cross thy path as the saying goes. Clarice von Dyke, the Queen Reagent of the Witches also known as The Red Queen set up a meeting with the high-ranking witches to decide the fate of mankind.

There inside the caves she sat on her Red Throne decorated with roses, red candles surrounding her and a black skull on the top of the large chair. Below her was a pentagram drawn where she practiced black magic and the dark arts. On top of her head was a red crown filled with red roses, a fire was made right beside illuminating the dark cave.

“My Queen the cursed men have come to kill us and make us extinct, they hunt us and burn us to the stake, what shall we do?” said Meryl her voice cracking up with every word as if she swallowed them.

“We shall negotiate with the men at hand” she said firmly.

“These are men, they do not reason like the sisters, they lead with impulses and they only know one language, war” said Meryl now pleading.

The wind whistled from a distance chill and cold. Goosebumps formed under Clarice’s skin like decorated cloth. The moon gleamed from a distance and a wolf howled in the Dark Forest sending chills on the acolytes’ spines.

Clarice adjourned the meeting with great surety that the sister hood will be safe under her care. But Meryl did not share her vision of peace. Her kind have been hunted down for decades and a bitterness swirled within her like a raging bull.

Sir Kingsley, together with the Knights of the round table made war plans against the ill stricken witches. They made war plans and strategies of how to capture this vile race and kill them all breaking truce that was once so prevalent.

“We will need to draw them out. Fighting the witches head on in their territory would be a suicide mission. We need a distraction” said Sir Thomas Blackwood.

“Very well. We shall burn down a part of the forest, draw them out and pick them off one by one until they are no more” said Sir Kingsley.

Inside the heath were the most important men in all of the realm. They drank mead and discussed war plans against the plight of the witches. It was crowded, many young Knights were their cup bearers of the senior rankings, following orders as they so wished.

There they wore their shiny like armor with great swords mounted on their belts sheathed and ready to be used. Archers were also present their strong strung bows slinged across their backs ready to be used, ready for war.

“My fellow men! Today we ride on those wicked witches. They have plagued us for more than a century. Now it is time for retribution. It is time for war!” shouted Sir Kingsley as he raised his great sword on horseback.

“Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” shouted the rest of the knights in unison.

Clutching the reins of their horses they sped off into the Dark Forest. The clouds shed tears and a heavy hurricane rampaged through the town. But that did not stop the tenacity of the Knights. Filled with blood lust they rode on with courage and valor.

Deep in the Dark Forest they rode in plenty and armed to the tooth.

One of the acolytes named Sara whom had the gift of sight, had a vision of the Knights breaching the Dark Forest, their domain, their home. She hurried impetuously to the Red Queen, there beneath her throne she laid on the cave floor bowing frantically.

“My Red Queen, I have seen man ride on our lands with impunity and decadence coming to kill us. We need to prepare for war” said Sara the seer.

“None shall do no such thing” said the Red Queen, she spoke eloquently and with authority.

The rest of her acolytes gasped in shock and awe.

Her very presence showered her followers with grace and serenity. They all could not understand her demeanor, all the Red Queens before her were blood-thirsty and ready for war, perhaps the prophecy is true. There will come a time when the Red Queen shall bring peace over these lands – the Witch Codex.

Meryl filled with fury, sought to usurp the great Red Queen. Little did she know her plans were toyed and fumbled for the sisters had loose tongues.

“My Chieftain Rose Blackwood, put this insurgent in chains and get her out of my sight!” said Clarice with authority in her voice that would command the wildest of animals. And so, the female guards burst into the vicinity of the conclave and bound Meryl into chains of iron not even the strongest of spells would break.

“Here me my sisters this is a time of peace. I will be your vessel into a new era…man and woman shall live in harmony once again. And I will destroy those who dared stand in my way!” she said commandingly.

Deep in the dark forest was a Red Queen

Red as the reeds has ever been

A new day has begun

And the old forgotten

For in this new day

A new dawn shall begin

Forever and ever…