Cost of Witchcraft

Chapter One: Run and Hide

If you ever feel as though you were born at the incorrect time, never forget that in Willow and Elvira's time, your eye color could dictate whether or not you were to die. But not just any death, oh no, painful deaths. Burning, drowning, and others. So you're pretty dang lucky.

Now add to the fact that these two lovely ladies are in fact witches. Which technically makes them worthy of whatever death awaits them if they were actually evil. But the whole evil witch thing with no exceptions is both extremely rude and against something they had no control over. So excuse you, Walt Disney, but sometimes your dashing princes atop white horses are the real villains of the story. Or even, the horror, your sweet little damsels in distress.

But back to our ladies. Now these girls are practically being assaulted by the universe. First off, they're witches born in the time where that was just about the worst thing to be. They're also female, which makes things just that much worse. Then there's the witchy part of it.

Here's a newsflash: the whole green eyes witch thing, is in fact true. Or it was, at one point. There were three kinds of witches. The most powerful were the ones with green eyes. Something about the color activates the natural magic flowing through all living things. The less powerful are those born at special moments, where the world's special magic is just right to change their very souls into something that can harness the world's magic. Then there are the completely ordinary people who choose to learn witchcraft, but never learn more than what can be taught.

There are also different kinds of magic that can be harnessed. There's the ability to heal, one of the most common varieties of magic; there's the ability to communicate with something, the less common kind; then there's the ability to see, one of the rarest varieties. If you think about the basis of these kinds of magic, it makes sense. It's not hard to want to heal something. It's a bit more difficult to communicate with something. But it takes a serious amount of will and brain power to put your consciousness in something else and look through its eyes.

Let's start with Willow. At night, if she concentrates enough, she can see through the eyes of stars. She can look through everything they've seen, and learn from it. Her wisdom could pass as a being as old as time, which she could technically be, if she so desired. Every event that occurred under the sky can be seen by her, and the possibilities of what she could do with that knowledge are endless. She knows all your secrets. You should be scared.

Now what about Elvira? The doll-like girl is not as harmless as she seems. Elvira's ability isn't as sweet as Willow's, no. It's something that's truly demonic. She's able to see the emotional forms of the deceased. Ghosts are just the remaining attachment of emotion to our world, and she's able to harness it and feed it to her familiar. Oh, and her familiar is a rabbit. Sweet, right? If you consider a voodoo zombie rabbit fluffy and cute, who am I to judge. Every witch they kill or every soul they come across she takes the 'soul' and stores it in her rabbit. Her familiar has no true solid form; it's more shadow-like and phantomic. Oh, yes. What does she do with those souls, you may ask. With the power of a needle and thread, she is able to put them in dolls and puppeteer them to her command.

"Elvira! Ye are falling behind! Ye best move faster, else I'll leave you!" The Irish accent echoed through the allies, followed quickly by another voice's scoff.

"No you von't. You alvays say you vill, but you never do," it said, the mild German accent just barely clinging to the edges of the words. It only took full control when the 'w' sound was attempted, twisting it into a 'v' sound. The Irish maiden groaned in defeat, glaring at her slightly shorter companion.

"Fine. But if we get caught because of ye and yer slowness, I'll make sure to blame ye fully. Ye can count on that." Her accusations would certainly have continued, had she not attempted to fall face-first into the ground. Right at the feet of a gorgeous woman.