Risen Again

-Chapter One-

Her body laid still and lifeless. Any other person would believe that she was long dead. But oh no, she was far from it. She was very much alive and well. She was just in a comatose state. A deep sleep.

Patiently waiting.

Her body laid in a wide see through glass casket that was placed firmly against the wall. Unreadable ancient writings and incricate drawings and designs decorated the glass casket. It also decorated the large iron walls of the massive chamber that the casket was placed in.

These ancient designs were mantras of that of the strongest and most powerful soceress to ever live. They acted as a barrier around the chamber, not allowing anyone in or out. Making it impossible for her to escape. The witches, her own kind, were the ones who did this to her. They feared that she would someday eradicate and destroy them all one by one with the type of power she had. And so, they locked her up in here.

The Ancient Temple of the Dead.

They didn't want their biggest fear to become a reality. But what they failed to realise was just how powerful she really was. They failed to realise what type of power an Ekayan witch possessed. They failed to realise that she was on a mission, and she would do absolutely anything to be successful in her mission.

She will come back soon enough. She just has to wait for the right time to do it. And today is her golden opportunity.

At this time of year, witches usually had a big celebration. This celebration was called: The Festival of Witches. This festival was to celebrate the creation of the witch race and the three powerful goddesses who created them. This festival allowed hundreds of witches to come together under one roof and see their families and friends again. This celebration was the biggest celebration witches ever had.

And she has been waiting for this day for over a decade. Exactly at midnight, when the clock strikes twelve, the ancient clock tower that stood right at the center of the witch village would let out exactly three powerfully loud gong beats, which was to signify the presence of the three goddesses of witches. It was also to awaken both the dead -for this night only- and the living to celebrate this festival.

Perfect.

It was almost time, and she was patiently waiting. But somewhere outside of the temple, two young witches stood gazing at it with innocent curiosity. They both wondered what and who exactly laid behind those walls and why everyone feared it so much. Blissfully unaware of what was to come.

"I wonder why everyone avoids this temple so much." The caramel brown haired witch wondered as she tilted her head to the side slightly. She and her sister had heard so many rumours from the other young witches of their village about what and who they 'thought' laid inside the temple but they wanted to see it for themselves. After all, seeing is believing.

How naive they were.

"Me too. No one even talks about it, it's like it doesn't even exist in their eyes." The honey blonde haired witch replied her sister with thoughtful emerald green eyes. Her gaze remind fixated on the temple as if she was lost in thought.

"Mom never even talks about this place. I really wanna check it out but I know she'll never allow me." The brown haired witch stated with a sigh of defeat.

"Yeah, but we could..." The blonde haired witch said but was abruptly cut off by the loud, worried voice of an older woman.

"Elaina! Adalyn!" The woman called as she hurriedly walked towards her children. The woman stood before them and frowned.

"I've been looking everywhere for you two. And how many times have I told you two to stop coming here." She scolded them, as she glanced at the temple behind her. For only a split second, what looked like fear flashed through her cocoa brown eyes as she silently swallowed a lump in her throat.