UNKNOWN P.O.V
Many years ago my father the original witch, decided to change the way our spells are cast. Instead of just speaking them and instantly able to cast. He made it where it was a tad bit more difficult. You would have to speak latin, the dead language.
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"Reducere uxorem homo.
A man must bring back his wife."
One slice down the wrist.
"Et tunc peribit.
Or time will be lost."
Two drop's in her wrist.
"Conjunctio animae cum ferro.
Link their souls with this knife."
Three stabs to the stomach.
"Quod sumptum.
Whatever the cost."
Four drop's to his wrist.
"Unde potest esse summum.
Consequences may be high."
Five drop's onto the knife.
"Tantum tempus narrabo.
Only time will tell."
Blood drops onto the floor.
"Illos trahi ad caelum.
Make them pulled to the sky."
Stab to the heart.
"Sed hoc non possunt.
But for this we can not dwell."
Slit to the throat.
"Its done."
"Thank you, Witch." I say.
"Something's wrong." Trixie said a little panicked.
"What?" I ask her.
"It was too powerful." She mutters quietly.
"What are you talking about?" I pressure her.
"I didn't only bring back Her." She whispers a little louder.
One body fell to the ground from the sky, Her.
Then millions of ghosts appeared.
"I brought back all of them." She screamed.
"Leave, Connor." A voice speaks from behind us.
"Okay." I say.
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WITCH P.O.V
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"Striga? What are we doing here?" Athan asked me In a deathly calm voice.
"Athan. Calm down." Myisha soothed him.
"I'm sorry, my Protecters. He took my daughter." I whispered. Knowing they could still hear me even this quiet.
"Striga. What did you do?" Amity asked calmly. Placing her hand on my shoulder.
Unlike Athan's voice, Amity's calmed me down.
"I brought her back. I brought Her back." I whimpered looking down.
"The balance, Athan?" Amity whispered scared.
"The balance is thrown off, you did this Striga. Fix it, now. Before anyone sees us."
"I can't, the spell was too powerful. It took away my powers, we have to find my next in line witch."
"Athan, what's going on?" A small voice asked next to him.
She looked about fifteen. She was beautiful. Her long blonde slightly moving in the wind. Her innocent blue eyes shimmering from her tears. Her white dress tight against her tiny figure.
"Acacia, We are all alive again. Striga brought us back." Athan answers to Acacia still glaring at me.
"I'm alive?" Acacia asks facing him.
"Yes." Athan answers still glaring my way.
"Onyx, Mom and Dad." Acacia runs to a equally beautiful brunette girl.
She grabs her hand and they disappear. Millions of voices call out random people and disappear, until only the Superis are still here.
"Find , Amant Striga. We will deal with this." Amity states. Her calming voice completely gone, it's now replaced with hate.
"Yes, Superi." I utter in a small voice.
"Acacia!" Athan howls and disappears.
"Athan." Myisha shrieks and disappears too.
"Come, Striga. You are coming with me." Amity sighs and grabs my hand. We disappear to where I have no idea.
PICTURE OF ATHAN. (Joey Graceffa)
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