Force of Legends

Aschphath, Poison Witch

"No no! Asch you do it like this!" Ortane raised her hand, and slammed it down onto the ground, and a poison cloud drifted from the ground.

"I-I don’t want to do this anymore." Aschphath said. She sighed and turned away.

"What do you mean? You’re a witch, its your destiny to learn to do the magic of poison  and death to finish what your mother started!"

"I DON’T WANT TO FINISH WHAT MOTHER STARTED! Destiny doesn't define who I am, zeze! I chose to do what I want and not have to do something else with my life just to please somebody else!"

(Zeze means loved grandmother in their language)

"This is what you were chosen to do. You don’t have a choice here." Ortane scowled at her. "You are a disappointment. You need to do this! This will help our people!"

"Our people do not need help. Our people are murderers zeze!  Don’t you see? Raising up an army of the undead just to unleash upon innocent people to steal their magic at the High Witch's command?! This is wrong!"

"We need their magic to survive, Aschphath. You're the only one who can help us."

"BUT YOU'RE ONLY THINKING ABOUT YOU AND OUR PEOPLE! What about their lives!? You're going to kill them for magic that we don’t need, to establish protection! What are we defending ourselves from?! NOTHING! We are free people who answer to nobody! And that’s the problem. This has gotten out of hand Ortane! It needs to stop."

"YOU DARE RA-" an explosion erupted in front of her, and she gasped.

"ZEZE!" she cried in shock and knelt down. There were flames. Flames everywhere. Something or someone had attacked them. "Zeze…"

"Asch-Aschphath… Yo-you have to do it, for the sake of you an-and the s-survivors." tears fell from Asch's eyes.

"I-I'm sorry zeze, I-I…" she sniffed and wiped tears from her eyes. "I cant…"

"Aschphath!" Aschphath stood up and ran. Ran as fast as she could through the now ruined city. Bodies lie everywhere, of witches and special friends. She tried not to look and kept running. And then she slammed into something and fell back.

"Take my hand. I'm going to get you to safety." she saw a silhouette of a man with horns standing over her. He held his hand out to her. She hesitated for a moment, sighed, and took his hand. They vanished at once, and everything went black.

Aschphath was born as the only witch with the power to complete a sacred ritual to resurrect an undead army of witches who have died long ago in the past. They were planning to use the army to kill masses of people on earth for their powers to protect themselves from a threat, that didn’t even exist. Nobody had dared come up against these witches, they were the most powerful in the Upper Realms. Asch knew this was wrong, and refused to perform the ritual, she wanted to be free of the destiny her mother had left her. Perhaps this "army" could help her in the future. But how would the army be any help if they only answered to the High Witch? Oh well, I suppose it’s a useless army, pointless, now that the High Witch is probably dead with their city.