A Witches Home

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1: START

Witches have existed for thousands of years, living among us unnoticed. Their powers surpass anything we can comprehend. The first witch to walk the earth was Celest, whose strength and magical prowess were unmatched by any before or after her. To this day, no witch compares to her power. All the witches know her story as her legend has been passed down through the ages, though many of her stories have changed with each retelling. One story, however, remains unchanged.

Before Celest took her final breath, she experienced a vision of a future witch—one far more powerful than she could ever be. In her vision, she beheld a world created by this witch, a realm of unparalleled beauty, harmony, and wonder. Yet, the vision darkened, revealing the potential destruction and collapse this witch could bring.

In the midst of her vision, Celest's hand wrote the oracle:

"In the twilight of our reckoning, when shadows dance with the light of the full blood moon, a choice will arise from the depths of fate's tapestry. The veils of destiny will part, revealing the path both ancient and foreboding. As the stars align and the heavens whisper their secrets, the time of reckoning draws near. Beware the rise of the one who wields the power of the arcane, for her hand will decide our fate. She shall bear a black star on her wrist and possess the might to weave the threads of fortune or unravel them with a single breath, to bring blessings ... or death to us all."

With her last breath, Celest hoped that the future she had seen would be one of peace. However, when the coven elders read the oracle, an urgent international meeting of the covens was convened. After several days of intense discussion, the heads of each major continental coven reached a grim conclusion. The foretold witch posed a greater risk than any potential blessings she might offer.

A witch with such immense power, greater even than their revered Celest, that could bring about the end of their world would not be allowed to live. Thus, a decree was issued: "Should the child of prophecy be born, she must be condemned to death immediately and reported to the coven. Anyone found harboring the child shall share in her fate."

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Almost 3,000 years later, in the year 2XXX, a man and a woman lay in a log cabin. The man, tall at about 6'2", had blond hair like golden threads and eyes as blue as the depths of the ocean. He sits in front of the woman, sweat dripping from his brow with worry. The beautiful young woman with long black hair and red eyes that glowed like the sun just before it sets, let out an ear-piercing scream. "YOU FUCKING ASS! I can't believe you did this to me! When this is over, I'm going to shove my foot so far—AAAHHHH!!"

"Shhh, my love, it's okay," the man said soothingly. "Yes, yes, punch, kick—do whatever you need to later. But right now, you need to push."

"Oh, you think?" her voice dripping in sarcasm. "You're lucky I love you," the woman replied, her voice strained but tender.

The man chuckled softly. "I love you too. Now push for me, my love. She's almost here."

After thirty more minutes of intense effort, the cries of a newborn baby girl echoed throughout the cabin.

"Well done my love. She's absolutely perfect." the man says with pride and joy.

"Let me see her. Bring her to me." the woman says with anticipation.

"She's gorgeous. We should name her Astrid. Astrid Rosaline Argent." The woman flashed a brilliant smile towards the man. "She'll definitely be stealing hearts left and right when she's older, that's for sure." The woman said in amusement as she played with her daughter's tiny fingers.