Nani- 1806, The Enchanted Isle
I stood there with my eyes tightly clamped together. I was trying my hardest just to concentrate on the sounds around me, the blowing of the wind brushing past the trees, the light flickering of the fire blazing behind me, the cracking of the branches and twigs cracking and splinting underneath my bare feet. Taking a final deep breath I tossed up the dirt I had clutched in my hands. Just as I went to peak out of my one peeled lid, I heard it.
The sound that I had unknowingly been dreading deep in my bones. Behind the sound of the rustling greens, there was the bone-chilling sound of hostile growling. Almost instantaneously the hairs on the back of my neck rose up, straight as pin needles. Without even thinking about it my feet began slowly and quietly moving backward. That was all over when my ears caught the sound of a branch cracking not too far from me, to my right. As soon as the sound registered in my ears, my young 12-year-old mind said, to hell with being stealth. I turned front face ahead and started sprinting knees to chest. The dark green tent where my Grand Alma was packing up for our next move was out of reach, and I had to get there before they did.
I was just an arm's length away when I felt something loosely fall from my grip. I kept pushing through and when I finally got there and pulled back the heavy flap, I had to duck down fast, as what looked to have been a dagger flew clean past my ear. I looked up and there was Grand Alma, slightly levitating from the ground with several different objects spinning counter-clockwise around her head. I heard her mumbling what sounded like it could almost be a chant. I stepped forward a few, just to see what she was saying and that was when I realized it. My doll, she was gone!
Like a flash and without a sensical thought running through my mind, I dashed out of the tent and started going back over my tracks again, the desperation of finding her began to seep in deeper and deeper. I found her only a few feet away from the campsite and my body officially relaxed. I went down to scoop up the yarn-made doll and as I went down I felt a fast wisp of air caress my back. We were under attack!
I spun around and there, right behind me there was a full-blown Werewolf stalking towards our camp. I was scared frozen. None of the training, lessons, or stories I have been taught or told could help me now, we were surrounded.
"BLOOD BLOOD, the blood!" Grand Alma! I shook off my stupor and started running right after that wolf I saw. I slid to a stop when I saw her. Two fully butt-naked grown men were holding her up with her arms behind her back, they somehow had her back straight with her face almost touching the dirt. They came prepared. Every Witch and Warlock on and off the Ilse knows the power of my Grand Alma, the only downside to that being, that she has to see whose her power is being aimed at in order for her magic to truly take effect.
I went to charge at the huge men when my arms were snatched up too. behind me, there was one naked man and what seemed to be an entire army of wolves. I was being dragged away I could still hear and see my Grand. They dragged her along and she was just being dragged, it seems that all the fight had just leaped out of her. Which was the complete opposite of what I saw when I had first entered the tent. What I saw at that moment was the Grand Enchantress of the Isle our Queen moving fully loaded. The witch in front of m, being willingly restrained and more than likely being snatched off to her death. She was still repeating that chant though, this time in English:
"Blood will be spilled. Lives will be lost everything you all know will crumble before you. Only the Darkness and the Fire can win this fight.
All death brings to light. The end will be your new beginning.
The next time I saw her, she was standing on a hand-built scaffold outside of my bedroom window getting her head lopped off.
**** Present Day****
Nani- 2001
I was having tea in the Sunroom when something outside of the window caught my eye. Wiping the moister from around my lips I stood to my feet. I could see it clearly before I even stepped up to the windowpane. The sky was like a burnt orange color above the trees of the forest. Placing my hand to the cold window my Grand Alma's words started playing in my mind:
"Blood will be spilled. Lives will be lost everything you all know will crumble before you. Only the Darkness and the Fire can win this fight.
All death brings to light. The end will be your new beginning."
War is coming.
