So as the old saying goes , In which mirror is you is not in which mirror are you ...$mith...Words shalt mean what one intends them to but in the mirror would bé only one truth - you
Thirteen years later...
''Mommy , can we go outside and play ?'' asked Yeastern the girl''Games are only played by the weak , the strong control the games'' responded Mum Greta
''That's kinda sad '' sighed Yeastern the boy as he gazed through the windows into the woods at a wild cat that was feasting on its catch
''Well it hurts to be special but thats the price of power and with age you'll learn to use that power like a predator and you'll feast on all the prey you'd wish'' said dear old mum Greta
''Now hurdle up my dears , its high time you learn of the power you hold '' said Mom Greta as she looked the two children in the eye.
Greta stretched out her hand and her blood begun to sing like the birds do on a rainy day ,her veins rose on top of her flesh and her skin turned pale as thé grey sky. From her palms she conjured up a red mist who glamoured and sang like the angels in the sky.
The mist grew and covered the room mapping out the whole enchanted forest , and at the center was a tree covered in bark of gold and leaves as white as snow
''Each autumn since the beginning of time , on the fall of the Mahadhu breeze ...it bears a fruit whom posesses the power of wisdom and beauty . Its what has kept mommy alive for 300years , yes - the youngest of her kind. This year , as witches this is your initiation . Retrieve that fruit and beware that there will be compétition from thé other witches of the land who are equiped with thousands of years of expérience '' said mom GretaGreta had underlooked the facts , she seemed to be sending three year olds into a tsunami filled with witches who feed on children for longevity , that explains why the youngest witch was Greta at only three hundred years old.
If you are confused as to why this was important to her , well first of all ...Witches must always look great and carry the greatest wisdom.Yeastern the girl and the boy were breafed by their mother , she told them of the rule of the woods 'Trust nothing especially the most appealing' . She told them the tales of the vampires, warewolves , the leprokhuns , elves and all creatures not forgetting the worst of them all...humans!
She gave them names as to no one had to ever know their true identities ...rule 2 of Being a witch 'Never give out any personal information'
The boy was to be called Kaston and the girl , Ginna .With only a bottle of water , this reckless mother sent two children out into the woods all by themselves.
''Well , well , eh bien. Look what we have here . I recall when you were just babies and still as helpless .'' said Vampire 2, Alec
''What do you want from us?, We don't even know who you are?'' responded Ginna
''So you want to call me a stranger or a liar ? You only get one pick'' said Alec.
Kaston started singing in a murmur '' Mama said dont talk to strangers , dont explain to them who you are''
Alec : Well she aint your mother
Ginna : Lies! Mama said dont waste a breath
Alec : Did your mother tell you where you are from?Alec then held on to Ginna's shoulder , Kaston repeated the murmur as he held his head trying to concentrate his thoughts. Ginna pulled herself away from Alec's grip but Alec pulled her back in
Ginna begun to call out to her brother for help but he just kept on with the murmur
Kaston was getting anxious , he begun to speak loud and thats when the first big wind blew ... Kaston let go of his head and dashed towards Alec . Kaston jumped on Alec and quickly grew fangs and claws , he scracthed the skin off Alec's forehead
Alec jumped up throwing the two children down . Alec then stormed off for aid...meanwhile ...
The fangs went down and so did the claws, Ginna hugged her brother and tried to calm him down . And turns out they had forgoten what route to take .
An old woman came from behind the bush and called out to them.
''The path is clear , follow the wind and the scent of happiness " she sald .
''Why were you hiding '' asked Ginna
''I was just afraid'' said the old woman with a big smile. She turned around to leave but Kaston called out to her and asked ''whats your name?
''You can call me Auntie Mardilaine'' she said and then vanished in the wind.
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Yeastern , the battle of the avatars
General FictionA story about Yeastern who were born in the tribe of the Shawa , a people blessed with the powers of the five éléments ;earth , air , water , fire and soul . They were kidnapped in the course of a war between the Shawa and the cultivators of the cra...