The World of the Witches

To Be A Warrior

Chapter 6

Flames filled the dark night as smoke suffocated the living. Armies of demons marched on toward a full grown dogwood tree held at the middle of the lake. Children cried as they watched their mothers' burning corpses. Destruction, massacre, annihilation, and misery; She described these words to the last definition. Slim and dressed in all black with plated armor. Medium pure white hair fell to her shoulders. Her pale skin shined through the night as did her gleaming red eyes. This murderer, angel of death that had a sinister smile as she sucked the souls out of the innocent, was me.

I flew forward from the nightmare, and awakened in my bed. I gasped begging for air until I caught my breath. What was that? I realize dreams are random, but I burning down a town seemed rather odd. I wanted nothing to do with violence yet she showed no mercy. Our looks were exactly the same, but we were different on the inside. I told myself it was merely a dream.

Climbing out of bed, I looked into my vanity to see the face of the devil. I quickly brushed my hair and removed my makeup. I forgot to take it off before bed.

My mind was still boggling about my first spell. I casted a cyclone! Of course I had nothing to with it; the voice in my head did all the work. She said she would help give me a head start. Once I explained I didn't mean to do, Neclousen returned to Kima and Ellie and I went inside. Ellie refuses to leave my side until I can properly protect myself. I have to give it to her; she does a swell job at guarding her territory. I mean, she scared me off.

Once I got into black tights and a tank top, I put on my brown knee-high heelless boots and threw my hair up in a pony-tail. I took my beige leather jack and tossed it on as I walked out the door for some air.

Before I made it out the door, I got a glimpse of Ellie attempting to trail behind me. I didn't bother telling her I knew she was there so I kept moving. I followed the creek all the way down to what seemed to be waterfall. Kids were playing with the fish in the river. They picked a bad hang out. Playing near a waterfall.....even I wasn't that stupid.

My heart rate picked up. My last encounter with a kid here got me screamed at by a mother, even though I did nothing. I noticed the little girl from yesterday carrying a doll and splashing around in the shallow waters. I was afraid if I made another step she would bolt and accidently slip off the waterfall. I silently moved into nearby bushes to supervise in case of any danger.

I kneeled in the bushes for over thirty minutes until they started to return. Within a couple of feet a gush of wind caught hold of the little girls doll and carried it to the edge of the waterfall. Oh no. The little girl rushed after it, but slipped in the process of grabbing it. She put the doll in her mouth and tried to catch grip of the rocks but only caught the edge before she fell. She screamed for help as she clung to the side of the waterfall.

I quickly ran out of my hiding spot, and reached the little girl as her hand slipped. Once I caught her, her expression changed from frightened to petrified. I knew she would be scared but I didn't care. I quickly caught her other arm and pulled her to safety. She quickly ran to the two boys she had been playing with, and looked at me with frustration. I looked in my hand to see I had caught her doll.

One of the boys walked over to me with anger in his eyes. Confusion flooded me inside. Once he reached me, he bent down and snatched the doll out of my hands. I sat on the edge wondering if it was worth being tortured to save a little girl. The boy suddenly turned around and pushed my backwards. Catching the ledge I looked at the ground below me. I had to be over a thousand feet in the air. My stomach turned inside out at the sight.

I grabbed a hold with my other hand and attempted to pull myself up, but the boys started throwing pebbles in my face. I flinched in agony as the stones got bigger. Soon I could feel my hands slipping. I wanted to hurl at the height I was hanging. Pebble after pebble they threw. I felt like a witch in a town of humans, cornered and stoned.