Dead Army

Chapter 4

Nadia's mansion, Woodhill Mountain, Jackson, Mississippi

Abigails puffy eyes cracked open, blinking from the blinding sunlight creeping through her curtains. She turned pulling the covers over her head, today she felt like a normal emotional teenager. She closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to stay in her bed all day as the conversation she overheard crept into her mind. The Elders wanted to see her today and for whatever reason she had this gut feeling it wasn't going to be a friendly meeting. A soft knock came from her door, "uggg" Abigail groaned as her room door creaked opened slowly a bit. Ishaan stood in the doorway his face wrinkled with worry and stress, dark purple circles hung under his eyes. Abigail couldn't remember the last time she has seen him sleep. She reached her arm out, her palm reaching towards his hand. The floor creaked as Ishaan's husky body shifted, letting the small girl pull him onto the bed. Pushing him down the bed gave a soft creak, she climbed into his lap she wrapped her arms around his neck playing with his soft black hair. Ishaan placed his hands lightly on her waist, looking behind her glasses at  her brown eyes. "When's the last time you slept Ishaan?" Her voice a gentle whisper between the small space. She tilted her head slightly, eyeing his face. A smirk crept across his face, "Must you always worry my lady?" His Indian accent thick and heavy. He hands slowly trailing up her side making her body to shiver. Biting her lip she slide her hands under the top of his shirt, snaking them down his back slowly dragging her nails back up. A low growl rumbled in his chest, his pupils dilating as his hands griped tighten on her waist this time. Abigail leaned down closing the space between them as she gently placed her lips on his. Ishaan reached up tangling his hand on her long brown hair, tilting her head back as he deeped the kiss. Abigail's small hand cupped his face as she kissed back feeling the same need as he was. He lifted Abigail up turning as he laid her back down onto the bed hovering between her legs, gripping the outside of her tigh with his free hand. He started kissing down her neck, lightly biting her sensitive skin gaining a slight gasp to fall from her lips. Her hands pulling at his shirt bringing it up and above his head before connecting their lips. She softly trailed her fingers over his tone stomach, taking her turn on his neck. Kissing a trailing from his ear down to his colar bone, lightly licking his bare skin. He pushed her back down onto the bed, grabbing onto her shirt he ripped it in one swift movement. Ishaan shifted his body down, bringing his lips to her soft stomach. Abigail gripped the sheets as his tounge circles up her stomach, stopping at the base of her bra and back down. He planted wet kisses along the skin just before her jeans, his hand reaching behind her as he skillfully unhooked her bra. Quickly pulling off her bra, Abigail throw it somewhere in the room. Her nipples hardening in the cold air, laying back as she beckoned him to her a smile on her face. Ishaan chuckled as he leaned down, kissing her lips quickly before bringing his attention to her perky breast. He placed his mouth over her nipple as his rough hands played with her other, a low moan slipped from her. Abigail throw her head back, her body tingling as he circled his tounge around her nipple. She bit her lip as she gently pushed his shoulders back. Leaning on his heels his face became confused, "Is something wrong?" He questioned. She shook her head, moving to bring her lips next to his ear. "I want you right now Ishaan." She whispered biting her lip as she leaning slightly back. She looked up into his heavy lidded eyes, as she slowly started to undo her pants. A low moan stirred in his throat as she slide her jeans and underwear  over her thin waist and off her legs, laying back as she slightly parted her legs. Ishaan let out his breath, her eyes watching him as he slowly undid his belt, not once looking away from her. Kicking his jeans off the bed, his erection springing free catch Abiagil's attention. He slowly lowered himself between her legs his hands placed beside her head, he looked into her bright eyes. "Are you sure my lady?" He asked brushing her hair out her face. She shook her head slightly "Yes." She whispered. He's lips connected with hers as he slowly entered her being sure to be slow and gentle. Her small hands gripped his shoulders, pulling away as she buired her face in his shoulder. He started place soft wet kisses along her neck slowly rocking his hips, easing her into it. Her body started to relax as the pain shifted to pleasure. She moan quietly pleasure coursing through her body, her nails digging into his skin causing a loud groan to come from him throat. Ishaan tangled his finger in hers, picking up the pace setting a steady rhythm. The room filled with low moans and hot air, the bed giving off a quite squeak. Abigail began to feel a tight knot starting to form in her stomach, her walls clentching and tighten around him. "Ishaan, I'm.." She breathed out, her nails sinking into his bicep. Ishaan pulled her up into his lap wrapping his arms around her body. Keeping his fast pace he slide his tounge into her mouth, tangling his fingers in her hair feeling her body shake as the waves of ecstasy run through her body. Pulling her lips away she throw her head back let out a loud moan, Ishaan kissed her chest as she rode her orgasm out before pulling out. Sitting there in silent Ishaan lightly trailed his fingers up and down her back, she lean her head on his shoulder listening to his heart beating fast. "You know I was coming here to get you up for you meeting with the Elders. Never in a million years thought it lead to this." He chuckled breaking the silence. Taking a shakey deep breath she leaned back looikg up and smiled at Ishaan, "Well I best be getting ready, don't want to be late to my own party" She laughed as she got up off the bed. She reached for the clothes before ushering Ishaan out. She shut the door behind he's back as she hurried to get dressed. She looked herself over in the mirror before stepping out her room. Ishaan leaned against the wall opposite of her room. He looked her over before offering a sly smirk, "I do thank those who pick your outfits." He chucked as Abigail scolded him. She looked down at herself, she wore dark tight blue jeans with brown leather boots. She wore a white tang top under a black leather jacket. Her brown hair fell soft around her face. She had to agree, she did look very appealing. Her mimd lost deep in thought on what Ishaan's had said and all that awaits her where they are headed, she wasn't even aware they had started walking down a part of the house she has yet to see. The floor was lined with a soft velvet carpet, the walls brown. She past by frames lining the wall, each holding a face painted perfectly onto parchment paper with names scribbled in the corner. She passed infront of one of the portraits, stairing into eyes behind soft wrinkles matched her brown ones. The aged face was pale shade of white, with jet black hair pulled back into a tight bun. A shiver crept down Abigail's spin as she tried to read the name written. Ishaan looked back watching Abigail look at the picture hanging on the wall in amazement before clearing his throat. Abigail ran to catch up to Ishaan as they continued down the candle light hallway. "The pictures hanging on the walls as we pass are the framed portraits of all our Elders. Some are still with us but most have past on, their magic going back to the earth and to us that remain. Every witch and wizard when they die is consecrated in a traditional ritual that helps guild their spirit to The Spring of Souls. This is a holy place, where all magical creatures go when they die, so their magic goes back to the community. They say if you lay in the water of the spring the Elders will speck to you and guide you." He paused as they reached the end of the hall. "Behind these doors are the last of our living Elders. They are wise and strong, please find patients. And most importanly only talk when spoken to Abigail. This is most important, The Elders are not most forgiving kind." Ishaan said with great concern. Hushed voices could be heard behind the dark wood doors. Abigail took a deep breath, "Will you be in there?" Her voice a hushed tone. She reached for Ishaan's hand, gripping onto his large hand she looked up into his eyes, "Unfortunately, I can not. Because of who I am, the Elders do not welcome my kind. I can not go behind this point." He pulled the young girl into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head before letting her go. Taking a long hard look in her brown eyes Ishaan held her round face in his palm. Leaning down Ishaan slowly closed the gap bwtween then. Abigail's eyes fluttered shut, his warm lips pressed against her plump lips. Pulling her body closer, Ishaan tilted her head deeping their kiss. Abigail pulled away breathlessly, heat creeping up her neck to her face. She tried to steady her breath, Ishaan smirking down at her. "Let that be my goodbye my lady until I see you later." He smiled placing one more kiss on her head, Ishaan turned and headed down the dark hallway. Taking a second to gather herself before she turned placing her small hands on the cold wood pushing the heavy doors open. She walked into a large candle light room, as she walked further into the room she saw ten long large oak chair sitting in a semi-circle in the middle of the room. Each chair was occupied by witches and wizards of all ages and region. Abigail's eyes scanned amoung the ten people sitting before her, eyes landing on Nadia. Her body relaxed at the sight of someone fimilar, made her feel like she wasn't going into this alone. An old man with white facial hair cover the divots on his wore face cleared his throat, the conversation hushed around. "We welcome you Abigail Smith, daughter of Lilith Smith." His voice dry and gritty as he spoke. Everyone turned looking at the small witch before them, as if the man speaking finally brought their attention to her. Abigail stepped closer to the center, her boots tapping on the hard polished floor. Avoiding the heavy stairs she got turning her head and looking at the man sitting in the middle of this makeshift circle. His cold blue eyes pored at her through wired glasses never once looking away he stood, he's purple robes dragging behind him as he walked around Abigail. "You've cause quite a mess the other day." He placed a finger on his bottom lip, think hard as he walked in front of Abigail. He took in a ragged breath, "This will hurt Abigail but bare with the pain and whatever you do, don't itch." He grabbed her face with both his hand, muttering an old spell in ancient latina. Abigail stood there paralized as electricity shot through his fingers through her temple to her brain. Her body shook, pain raided through her body, unable to scream silent tears streamed down her cheek. "Samuel, enough! Her body can't handle much more." Nadia shouted at the old man as he let go of Abigail turning towards Nadia. His moved so smooth and swiftly it almost seem as if he was gliding towards Nadia. He loomed over her small frame grabbing her cheeks, "You will learn to hold your tounge Nadia. You should be thankful you still hold a place amoung us." He voice shook the room as he held let go of her face. Abigail breathed heavily her body covered in sweat as she shook. Watching the wizard she knew as Samuel through her dampes hair. He settled down in his chair, motioning for Abigail to stand before him. She pushed her weak body from the floor, standing shakily as she walked towards him, kneeling on the ground before him"I have looked into the mind and powers of this young witch." He looked around, before turning his gaze back towards Abigail. "Her mind is pure. You have no intentions to bring harm or to disrupt the natural order." He paused, completing he's next words. "Unfortunately can not speck the same for her powers. Compressing powers alone is dangerous, to compress the core power for 6 years amd to make the matter worse her powers were held at bay by a dark source of powers." He's icy blue eyes burned looking down at the small child before him. He stepped down tilting Abigail's head towards him, "You are fighting a battling inside yourself, a battle of good amd evil. I saw the fight and willpower you hold. You will be the destruction of our world as we know it or our salvation." He stood straight, walking around the room. "My fellow Elder, this young witch. " He turnes and pointed at Abigail. "Has shown me more than enough to prove to me she has the fight in her, that she has the light as well as the dark in her." His voice echoed off the walls of the room. "So it comes down to weither or not we find her a threat?" He made his way back to his chair, settling down he rested his chin on his hand. "Let us debate this matter." He flicked his wrist, giving the floor to the remaining Elders in the room. "She is just a child." A sweet Irish voice piped up. A tall lean women on the far right of the circle stood. Her red hair pulled back in pinned down, she wore a deep green dress. She walkes towards Abigail, pulling her black glove off her hand. She leaned down, reaching her hand out. "RoseMarry." A deep voice warned from next to Samuel's seat. RoseMarry straighten her back, boreing her green eyes towards the bearded man "I have every right to hear her thoughts, Rufus." She spoke squarely towards the gruff man. Rufus took, his heavy feet echoed through the rokm with a loud thump. "The same reason you aren't premitted to read any of the mind in this room." He shoved at the thin girl under his meaty hand. Taken back for a moment at the sudden contact by her fellow. "How dare you touch me with your dirty hands." She yelled, positioning herself ready for a fight. Her hands help palms up at her side. "And what's your highness plan to do about it." His lumber body ready, palm up he started drawing his strength. Slowly he formed a perfect circle of rocks around his wide body. Rosemary laughed waving her hand as Rufus fell to his knees. "Give back my sight you witch." Rufus yelled. His chest heaved with anger as he turned his head blindly. A wicked laugh echoed the room "I've been called worse darling." RoseMary glided around the room, a gray cloud holding her small frame. She stopped in front of Rufus, bringing her hand up about ready to blow whatever she held in her hand when Rufus' hand collided with the side of her face. Knocking her off her cloud and to the ground. Rufus shook his head as his vision came back. He stalked towards RoseMary, grabbing her by the throat. "How many time have I told you, never mess with my mind." He tightened his grip. Abigail watched as RoseMary grabbed at his thick hands, desperate to utter a spell, anything to help her. Suddenly a loud cracking sound shook the house, " Rufus, RoseMary! Enough with your childish spat." An angelic male voice was heard over the noise. Abigail looked at the thin blonde man sitting to her left. He wore a white suit, resting in his grip was a long twisted sliver pole. Lighten crackled from his long slender fingers through the pole towards the ground. "Let us come to a vote on the fate of this witch." He white eyes turned scanned the faces around him before landing on Abigail. She took in a deep breath, her blood ran cold as her eyes scanned the bring pale red scar on his sharp face. Abigail eyes trailed from the the line of his hair to the corner of his mouth. He cleaned his throat bringing her attention to his eyes. "Those who feel this young witch is risk to the community and the natural balance?" He's ice cold, not even blinking as he spoke. He's hand slowly raising as he turned and looked at the others. Abigail watched hand after hand raise, tears runing down her face. She looked at Nadia, pleading with her to do anything to help her. "That settles it, as long as we are all in agreement." The palw wizard spoke. "Abigail Smith, by the higher order of the Council of The Elders we sentence you to death."  Abigail shook her head, trying to find her word. She was froze on the cold marble floor. "Do you always get the last word Ian." A copy voice came from across the pale wizard. Abigail turned her head to see a young man dressed in a black tuxs. He's black hair slicked back giving him a professional look about him. His black eyes shone and he cracked a smile towards Ian. He stood from his chair, his dress shoes clicking against the marble floor. He made his way to the center of the room, standing just behind Abigail. "We would really sentence to death our only chance to even win this war wage below this mountain. You think we can sit here and pray we are out of harms way or that we can fight what is to come beacuse what? Alittle bit of darkness." He's thick British accent falling heavy from his lips. He walked around the group, a smile still playing at his lips. "Wasn't long ago my own darkness was what you feared." He chucked. Suddenly he turned throwing his arms up "We all have had the darkness in us Elders! Most who sit here has dipped himself or herself into the dark ways. Have been the cause of pain or death." He yelled. Some Eldees turned the eyes way but Ian kept his eyes on the Wizard. "Everyone has learned to control that darkness, so what different is this girl?" He turned pointed at Abigail still knelt on the floor. "The girl is a granger Lucas, she is compressing 6 years of magic. She's a time bomb." He spat back. He stood up, his body stood a foot or two higher than Lucas'. Ian stepped away from his chair, walking past Abigail not every sparing her a glace as he approached the other man. "Is it a battle you are seeking?" Lucas laughed eyeing him up. Lighting cracked through Ian's hand into his the mealt pole as he stood in a battle stance. "Gladly brother." Bitterness laces with his words. A twisted smile formed on Lucas' face as his hands bursted into flames his eyes reflexing a reddish color. "Can we stop with the childish play?" Said an old brittle voice. Opening her eyes, Abigail turned looking at the women she saw in the framed picture in the hallway. Abigail's expression became a mixture of shock and confustion. The women stood walking gracefully toward the center of the room. "This child is gifted with a rare magic we haven't seen in over a century. She is our answer to this war coming and if we kill her when the war comes knocking we will lose. No one can stop what's coming. No one but this girl. She is our answer." She walked around the group as she spoke. Samuel turnes away from Abigail at the directed of his fellow. "What makes you so sure of what's to come, Selen?" He voice held a hint of bitterness. He face giving away his disgust and anger with the witch Selen as the made eye contact. "Oh Samuel, you know better than to pick of fight with the witch of death itself would you." She chuckled. Abigail studied Samuel as fear flickered across his face, darting his eyes away. "You can not prove she is not a danger to us all Selen." He pleaded with her. Selen walked around the room, never once looking at Samuel or Abigail. "As many of you know, the Witch of Death can not carry an offspring. It goes against life itself, but with every rule there is a loop hole." She spoke as she finally brought her eyes to met Abigail's. "Thirty-seven years ago I found that loop hole, I created life within my own body. And yes I carried to tirm my child and gave birth to a daughter." She paused taking in all the shocked looks. A hushed whisper filling the room. Ian amd Lucas stood froze, their faces a twist of emotions "Did I know at the time I had just giving birth to someone who would bring the end of our world? No, she was just as innocent as Abigail herself." She turned facing Samuel again, "I broke the balance of life and death Samuel. But she is the key to fixing it all. Don't you see that, she is the pure and good. The balance on the scale." Selen now the one pleading. Confused, Abigail finally stood, "What does your daughter have to do with me?" Her voiced cracked from exhaustion. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to look at her. Pure disbelieve written across their face, no one dared speck to an Elder directly without being spoken to first. Selen made her way towards Abigail, place her hand on her face. Looking down into the young girl's eyes she just smiled, "My daughter is Lilith Smith, your mother Abigail. I am your grandmother."