The Warrior Witch

Chapter 2

She was back at home, and back to being numb.

She fiddled with the oval shaped locket around her neck, trying to stay distracted from her intrusive thoughts. She always wondered if the coven had been keeping secrets from her, and every day she grew more suspicious. She was torn from her thoughts when a familiar voice came to greet her.

"Hello, Mother." Yvonne said as she curtsied.

"Hello, my dear, precious, daughter." Gale replied, staring down at Yvonne.

"Did you get the supplies?" Gale asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Mother." Yvonne said with an annoyed tone in her voice.

"No witnesses, correct?" Gale whispered, as if someone was there that wasn't supposed to be.

"Correct. No survivors." Yvonne said trying not to let the memories of the day control her. She was taught at a young age that emotions were for the weak and powerless, and she, however, was told that she had to be strong to become powerful.

"Oh, Yvonne. You know how deeply I despise that word. Survivors. You make it sound like they had a fighting chance." Gale chuckled slightly at that thought. This part about her disgusted Yvonne.

"Well, maybe they will one day." Yvonne stated with a small smirk. Gale quickly shot Yvonne a look of disapproval then walked away down the stone path.

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After the sun had set, the coven would go to their small cobblestone cottages and sleep to prepare for the next day. Yvonne had a slightly bigger home than the others due to the fact that Gale was the Mother of the coven.

The walls were the same as the outside, but Yvonne didn't mind because the stone would keep the home cooled. The floor was made of dark wood, and she had a small beige rug beside her bed in the shape of a circle. Her spell books were lined up neatly on her dresser and as she went over to grab something to read she stopped and looked at herself in a small, standing mirror.
Her eyes were bright green, like the color of her magic. Her hair was dark brown, which reminded her of someone she had possibly known in her past. She just couldn't remember who. She had a few freckles along her nose, which looked beautiful against her skin, but so did the silver locket around her neck. Yvonne could never remember how she came into possession of the item, but Gale had always told her it was a family heirloom.

She stopped looking at herself, and finally reached for a book. However, she decided that she didn't need to read tonight. She just needed some sleep....

~IN HER DREAM~

There was loud shouting. When her eyes opened she was in the middle of the war on a snowy battlefield. She wondered where she was, and yet she also felt like she was where she needed to be.

"Yvonne!" shouted a tall woman that she didn't recognize.
"You need to get out of your head! This is what we trained for!" the woman spoke again.

She was quite beautiful, but her beauty could never blind you from being able to tell she was strong. Her eyes were light brown, and her hair was so dark that it almost looked black. The coat she was wearing was a type of white that complimented her dark skin flawlessly, and in her hand she held a sword almost as tall as she was. This woman was a warrior.

When Yvonne heard her voice she felt comforted and took off into the battle. She had a sense of purpose in this dream. She felt she was fighting for something worthwhile for the first time in her life.

After the fog, and smoke had cleared a bit, she saw a cloaked figure. She could tell it was a woman by the shape of the body. While the fighting was still continuing, Yvonne had to stop and stare. She was trying to make out who this person was. She felt the cloaked woman staring at her with a malicious intent. The woman walked forward slowly, then gradually started getting faster. Yvonne knew she needed to fight whoever this was or she would die. The color clashes of the different magic was frightening to Yvonne. This woman was also a witch. Yvonne knew she was strong, but the cloaked woman was stronger. Yvonne flew through the air, landing on her back in the snow. The woman walked to her limp body, and knew Yvonne felt powerless. She towered over Yvonne, lowered herself, and whispered something to her.

"You were my chosen one."

Everything went black....