The Witch On The Mountain

Chapter 19

The darkness gave way to light. Blinking the haze away I found my movements restricted.

" That potion did it's job well." Covent leader's voice rang out above me.

Trying to asses my surroundings I felt something hard underneath me as I realized my hands and legs were bound spread eagle.

"Yes. She awoke at the opportune time." I'm sure that voice belonged to the black haired one.

I tried to shift my hands, the binding searing into my flesh. I turned my head to the side seeing the women of the covent around me. Torches lit behind them, stone pillars hoisting the fires off the ground. Casting their dark shadows over me.

"It's a pity you could not remain completely pure." Covent leader spoke looming over me. " I bet your magic would have been all the more sweeter."

She reached down holding my necklace.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked holding back tears. I wanted to cry at the gravity of my situation but something deep inside me held my tears at bay.

She laughed at me in reply. " As a child and even now grown you were and still are a fool. I grew you to take your magic, like a lamb to the saluter that's all you are. Livestock. Your life had no other purpose but to fulfill and enrich our own."

My chest hurt at her heartless words, " Looking at me like some savior, why would anyone care what happens to a unimportant no one like you. I found you at that orphanage so brimming with potent magic, I just had to have it . You were begging me to kill you and take it."

So I wasn't apart of their covent, I wasn't even a person in their eyes. Covent leader, Melinda, the other unknown women. They all saw me as a sacrifice, nothing more. These people who I held in such high regard were nothing but cold hearted bastards.

I cried out as she ripped the enchanted necklace from around my neck.

"This little beauty ensured you couldn't waste any of that magic of yours. Keeping your reserves high and your use minimal. Couldn't have you wasting any on pointless tricks or growing a backbone."

So that's what my 'birthday gift' really was.

I looked up at the woman who betrayed me, the only person I had trusted before meeting Nathan. She was right, I had been foolish to put my faith blindly in her.

A dagger appeared in her hands, it's blade smoothed into a point. It reflected the light of the moon and fire down at me.

She began chanting words in a language unfamiliar, One by one the others joined in.

I looked up at the full moon in the night sky and how the calm clear night mocked me. I had no parents, no purpose, no friends. Life hadn't afforded me any fortune and even now antagonized me during my death. I was nothing, and would soon depart this life as no one.

No one would miss a nobody like me.

'Nathan would'

Strange, the voice had stayed mostly silent. The first in a long time my mind seemed like my own.

Tears finally spilled over falling and pooling on  the stone beneath me.

"He'll kill all of you" I said sure of my words. Nathaniel would avenge me, they were no match for him. The other women around her joined her in tormenting me as they paused their chanting with laughter.

A wicked grin marred her twisted features. " I'll string him up and kill him too."

With those words the daggers ruthless blade sunk into me. A blade to the heart, a fitting cause of death for a woman who had received little love in life.

As the chants of the heartless women faded I stared up at the moon welcoming death's embrace.

The blood started flowing, bubbling in my throat as life faded away.

...............................

I found myself before a man on a throne, a crown of bones around his head. His eyes a raging red and his skin pale lifeless. He peered down at me his head resting on one arm.

"Daughter you've come." He said a smirk lining his features.

Daughter? I had no father. The endless room was covered in ash, scattered bones lining the floor my mind struggled to make sense of my surroundings.

In an instant he rose form his throne materializing before me seemingly out of thin air. His jet black hair shifted in none existent wind as he inspected me.

"How I've waited for the day you'd appear to me." He said as he held my face in his hand.

A smile that induced pure dread within me over took his features. "Your mother hid you from me well, but here you are still."

His demeanor changed, his grip becoming painful. His appearance too had shifted, darkness leaking into the whites of his eyes, his objectively handsome features shifting into something inhuman.

Sharp jagged teeth became visible as he spoke, blood rushing from the wounds his elongated fingernails carved into my skin.

" Use your blood to kill those witches, they're nothing compared to you."

My body was frozen in shock unable to react to his words. A chilling laughed ripped through the air around us. He clutched at my dark clothing, his insanity still evident in his horrific laugh.

"Go forth, flesh of my flesh and reek havoc on the world"

He pushed me back, knocking the wind out of me. Falling back head first I was sure I would hit my head and die yet again, but instead a feeling of hatred consumed me.

The anger I had felt towards those women for using me, killing me, leading me along all my life to believe I was something else. Less than what I truly was consumed me.

I withstood my perpetual endless fall. I would kill them and anyone who opposed my will.

I was no witch, I was a demon conjured from my father's blood.

I found myself laughing as the stone cracked beneath me. The alter of my slaughter breaking, shifting into the pedestal of my revenge. The bindings burned away, setting my renewed soul free. With the dagger still buried in my heart I rose from the depths of my old weakness new power following through me.

I was pure evil and I would have my revenge on the group of wicked witches who harmed me. Joy ran through me.

Under the moonlight I became unleashed.

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