“There are too many of us,” She thought. “There are billions of us and that’s too many.” Her fingers tingling with their magic ready to blaze, with a paint brush in hand. She had been painting one of her favorite scenes of a sunset in the fall morning, the best season to paint anything.
But she had noticed as soon as she had awoken that something wasn’t quite right today. But as soon as she had started her painting she had noticed her neighbors were evacuating their home and it hit her like a ton of bricks in the face.
Something was coming and it was coming fast, the smell wafted up so strongly from her neighbor’s home to her balcony, it disgusted her. She ran into her home and frantically started packing the smell was so strong she thought she was going to vomit up her breakfast.
Her television was on the news and she stopped to watch it. The news reporter was in front of a house with large wisps of smoke coming up from the home, under the scene in red it said there had been a massive chemical explosion from General Chemical and everyone was in immediate danger and needed to evacuate immediately.
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She ran to her small apartment bedroom and through open her packing bags and started pulling her sheets and blankets together and everything that was important to her, she almost forgot her spell book and crystal necklace when she raced back in and grabbed them, than descended the large stair way.
Little did the news reporters know that this wasn’t a chemical spill, this was dark magic created by the dark witches. She had been a part of their clan but had thought otherwise after a year and took off to hide somewhere else and become a painter.
She loved to paint, it was her favorite thing to do, and it released all her emotion and made her feel at peace inside. She had, had dozens of paintings of everything she ever loved and of anything that she felt was an inspirational to her.
But as she ran to her car to escape from the dark forces she saw a shadow from the corner of her eye, she ran harder. She was finally in her orange Alberto Ascari, her hands shaking to put it into drive. She would go to run from British Columbia and go to Nunavut to stay safe in the cold.
She had been driving for six hours and hadn’t even reached Nunavut. It was time for a pit stop she thought. She stopped along the side of a forest road. She took her paints and brushes out with her spell book and necklace. She then ran for the dense forest protection.
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The forest was gorgeous! The sunlight that streamed in through the tree branches the fall colors blending in gorgeously. This was what would calm her down; this scene had to be painted. She set her canvas and paints and brushes up and sat on the soft warm grass in a patch of shade.
Her strokes from the brush were gentle and soft the orange and yellow blending together perfectly her emotions pouring out. “This is amazing,” she thought. “If only life could always be like this.” As she did her next stroke to capture a beautiful oak tree, the hair on the back of her neck started to stand on end. Someone was coming.
She jumped up before the attacker could do anymore and she was faced with a man and three woman, these people were familiar. They were the dark magic users; they must have seen the car leave in a hurry. “Damn!” She thought.
“What do you want?” She asked in a cruel voice.
“You know what we want Elizabeth; you have the answers!” The man named Josh, hissed.
“I have the answers to nothing!” She hissed back.
“Elizabeth you know that you’re the most powerful witch that we have seen in decades, why did you leave us? He asked enraged.
“Why did I leave your selfish ways? Because they weren’t right! It didn’t feel good to use all that dark magic, I was growing sick of it I had to leave!” She yelled.
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“But with your powers we could grow old together and concur so much more!” Josh cried back.
“No they weren’t right, Josh! And you know it!” She yelled growing, furious she hadn’t released that she had conjured up a storm and was now in the midst of it.
“I didn’t want to have to do this Elizabeth, but you leave me no choice!” Josh screamed over the rumble of thunder.
With that Josh came at her with dark lightning crawling down his arms to his finger he sent a shock toward her. She wasn’t going to die without a fight, she thought. She used a repellant spell; his black lightning flicked off of the circular figure and recoiled back to himself.
He was thrown back five feet and was badly burnt and charred and slumped up against a tree upon an embankment. You could tell he was having trouble breathing. She had to move quickly though because the three woman would soon be coming at her, she made it rain down hard so she was protected and was not seen, she could be stealthy this was.
She directed her powers the main source of her hatred and let the blue lightning strike down upon the woman she immediately stopped the ran to see her attackers. They had fallen on the ground look exactly like Josh was. She then began to run to her car as fast as she could. Hopefully this would keep them away for awhile and she could hide. But would this really stop them? Was there anywhere that a witch can hide?
