MYSTIC WORLD

After The Witch.

Micheal and I hid ourselves behind the tree, looking at Gilbert's men at the border. "How are we getting past those men without hurting them? " Micheal asked.

"Don't worry my dear sire. They have been standing all night. Let me help them get some sleep." I giggled wickedly, knowing that I was about to do something.

Micheal flashed a smile back at her. "That wouldn't be a bad idea."

I took some sand, cast a sleeping spell on it, and then blew it toward Gilbert's men at the border. Immediately, they all fell to the ground at the same time and slept. "After you, my dear sir," I said stretching my hand in After You gesture.

"Now that you said not to carry anything, what if you're hungry." He asked concern.

"Don't worry about me," I replied sharply.

Be nodded, "Okay... what if am hungry?"

I glanced at him and smiled, "You wanted to come...." I paused when I noticed there was a change in the air. 

I couldn't tell what it was but I sensed it was something dark. Looked around and saw a rushing wind in the form of a shadow coming towards Michael.

I yelled out immediately, "MICHEAL!!!" I ran to him, grabbed him by the wrist and slammed him to the ground, then sat on his chest.

"Wha... What did I do? " Michael asked confused.

"Shiiiii," Placing a finger on my lips. "don't move; we are not alone," scanning our surroundings, I noticed something was moving in the air but it was invisible.

I whisper an enchantment to make the spirit visible. "Spiritus un are visible lento are". Everything began to move in slow motion, the air began to slow down, and everything began to move very slowly as the spirit in the air began to shape, by the time the image fully appeared, it was right in front of me about to stab Michael.

I waved the spirit away with my hand, without casting another spell, and the spirit scattered and formed again in the air.

"Who. are. you?" The spirit whispered in a deep spirit voice.

I rose and pulled Michael up. " Are you okay?" He nodded yes. I dusted my body before answering the spirit. "My name is Abigail, and I do not have time for you, ugly creature."

"I do not have time for you either witch. I came for my price. Step aside and I won't kill you."

I laughed. This is becoming a thing. "How many people want to kill me in two days? Look, this gentleman right here is my responsibility; he's mine." I wiggled my brow. "Sorry."

The spirit screamed, "You will not defile me." then spilled out dark wind from his mouth. I immediately pulled Micheal out of the way with one hand and lifted the other hand to defend, and the wind hit the ring and back to the spirit. The wind threw him off a tree and the tree broke in half.

"Michael, are you okay?" I turned to him, concern written all over my face. What is that thing, why does it want to kill Michael? Do I bring this to him? He was safe before I showed up, but this is not some witch, it's a demonic spirit.

"What is that? " Micheal asked, breathing shaking.

"I don't know, but we have to go."

As we were about to leave, the spirit was forming together again. "The ring. Of. The Falling Queens... Here. On. Earth. How?" He whispered. "Who. Are. You?" The spirit said as he flew up in the air.

I looked at my finger and looked at the spirit. If he could see the ring and knew of it that meant... "Moloch!"

"Yes!!! You. Know. Me?

I smiled and shook my head," I heard this dark witch bow to a god, I just never thought it would be you..." I tilted my head in a blink, " I guess it makes sense, you would be something here on Earth." Moloch's look was questioning as I continued "But a god... Tsk tsk tsk! But where do you get what you give them? We both know you're nothing but a servant. So whatever you gave them was never yours.
      But, like I said, am not here for you." I needed to go, my big problem was about to land, and I could feel it, and this ugly creature was delaying.

"I. Do. Not. Know. You. Abigail. But I will be back for that ring. I will see you again child." He said and vanished.

"Good! You better run!" Micheal said.

"I don't think he's running from us Michael," I said as I was looking at the sky, and Micheal followed my gaze.

There was a great sigh that appeared in the sky and the cloud began to turn, a lighten stroke all around it and something like a tornado began to descend.

"Run Michael!!! Run! He is coming." I shouted as I grabbed Micheal's hand and began to run.

The sound from the thunder woke Gilbert's guards up. They saw us running. "That the witch!" one of them shouted, "after them, get her, she must get away!!!"