It has been 350 years since the last issue about a witch occurred. That time, the dark ages overwhelmed the whole world keeping the faiths and hopes of the people sealed in a never-ending fear from sorcery and black magic. Humans grew to fear witches more and more each day as a kingdom is destroyed or toy by this witches. This continued for a hundred of years when the Queen of the Witch was chosen. She was the greatest black magic user ever known. Malificent, together with her army of witches and sorcerers conquered the whole world in a week. For 50 years, they ruled in the land.
The witches were overwhelmed with their power and the humans grew weaker in faith and hope. No one dared to stand against them for they know; tragic fate will follow anyone who will oppose this army.
However, amidst the darkening sky of the humans, a gleam of light appeared in a form of a sword. A blacksmith had a strange dream showing an angel with huge wings calling unto him. The angel told him to make a fine sword out of the metal melted from the giant cross of the Northern Church. The blacksmith followed the angel without telling anyone what he was up to. Right at the night that he was polishing the freshly-made gleaming sword, a man appeared right in front of his doorsteps. His name was Mechael. Mechael told the blacksmith that he was sent by the angel to take the sword away from the place for Malifecent, the Queen of the Witches learned about the weapon. The man immediately gave the sword andMechael swiftly went into hiding. He never stopped running that night. He was only thinking of the burden that he had in his shoulders. The fate of the world lies in his hands. He needs to take the sword to the right man who will use it. The man who was destined to fight against Malifecent and cast away their kind in the abyss, King Artemis.
The battle of the millennium occurred right after the sword was brought to the king. The two mortal enemies fought for three days and on the fourth day, the battle ended. On the battlefield, corpses of either witch or soldier can be found. It was surrounded with thick smoke. No one knows what happened. Right in the middle of the battle, their lay the two legends who decided on the fates of their kind. The king, holding his sword rose up with bruises, cuts and a lost arm and feet. He won the battle. The queen was on the ground lying dead with her wand broken down to pieces.
Malifecent was burned down signifying the end of the dark age’s realm. The witches, unable to know what to do right after their queen died, broke up in several groups. Some became a human as they threw their cursed witch life but many continued to creep in the darkness, still holding the hope that someday, the queen will rise again and regain their land from the humans. Up until now, this hope never died.
