Long ago,
In the shadow lands of Vonwell, the coven of crystals thrived.
The land, dedicated to them flourished in their power pulsing through the witches veins, and the joy was shared in the growth of spectacular plants and the sun filled days.
Until the Moonstone witch, that is.
One fateful night, the witch was flipping through her grimoire, when she came across a certain spell.
To this day, no one knows the exact spell.
It was dark magic, the Moonstone witch knew, yet she dismissed the fact. Whatever the spell would bring, it was drawing her in. .
The other witches begged, and pleaded with her not to do it, yet on the third full moon of the year. She went along with the ritual.
The witches remember the moon on that night, shining with great power. They remembered the Moonstone witch floating, a metre of the ground.
Her eyes had glowed, and she had been chanting a mysterious song.
Then, she exploded into searing light. Fragments of the Moonstone crystal thrown in her wake.
She was never seen again.
And since that day, the moon shines brighter on the very same date. And bad things happen to those who venture near the now graveyard that the Moonstone witch had shattered in, and in the following three months.
Moonstone crystals, were forever banished. Impossible to find, and were melted in the fires of the southern war.
None were to be found. Neither the Witch nor the crystal, as they had only brought fear in their wake.
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The Moonstone Witch
Ficción GeneralSonoma Deyanira is the weakest witch in the village. Aster Duskview is an enchanter with a unique gift. Pandora Darkline is a green witch with a cauldron full of secrets. Laurie Jenkins is a divination sorceress with a temper. One dark night, these...
