A Witch's Wings

 

Alicia was an incredibly skilled and accomplished Witch of her age. She went to the Witchcraft School of High Arts at the age of ten. After skipping two grades, she graduated early at the top of her class by the time she was sixteen years old. Alicia then began her apprenticeship with the famous Witch Coven: Thistle and its leader Cold Crow. She was a bright young girl with talent for Magic that appeared once in an era, but she was not without her flaws. She possessed one blaring weakness that would be a source of great shame for any Witch. Alicia lacked the Magical ability of flight.

All Witches, even the youngest children, were able to fly on brooms. For all of Alicia’s hard work and research, this particular skill evaded her. She guarded this secret closely with great paranoia, making sure that none learned of it.

One day, her Master, the Cold Crow, assigned her an errand. She was to deliver a certain parcel and arrange a trade. The client lived more than halfway across the country and the Cold Crow obviously expected Alicia to fly there. The apprentice accepted the parcel from her mentor and quickly made the necessary preparations for her trip.

She donned her large pointed Witch hat, adorned with earring like jewelry pierced into the edges. They symbolized her Guild Emblem of Thistle, indicated her affiliation with her Coven, her rank, and specialty Magics. Her large black coat covered her white buttoned up shirt and long dark blue skirt. The coat had minimal decorations since it was geared for traveling, but also possessed small insignias that identified her allegiances. To many practitioners of Magic, their Guild Emblem was a representation of their pride and honor.

She then filled her shoulder bag with a few necessities and the parcel to deliver. Double checking and triple checking, as was her meticulous personality, Alicia was finally satisfied and began her journey.

She left her dorm and went to a spot where she could not be seen. With her broom, she spent hours of frustrating failure attempting to fly. Alicia cycled the fundamentals of broom flight in her head, but again, like the many times before, it bore no fruit. She gave up and went to purchase a plane ticket.

Thoroughly shamed and depressed, she arrived at her destination at a small shoddy apartment building. She looked again at the address given to her to make sure she was at the right place. Alicia confirmed that she was at the right building and wondered what kind of acquaintance her Master had in such a place. She went to the door and rang the bell. A young man answered shortly and the door opened.

He looked to be the same age as her, had messy dark brown hair, a band shirt with “Gorillaz” written on it, and plain dark jeans. The young man looked like he had just gotten out of bed and threw on whatever was near. After looking Alicia up and down, a smile crept over his face as he extended a hand.

“Simon. Ah! No, Crimdaz.” (Crimdaz)

Alicia slowly took his hand and shook it. She understood immediately that Simon was probably his normal name, and Crimdaz his Magic name. She went over the possibilities in her head. Crimdaz was by no means a common name and began trying to discern his craft of practice.

Is he a Mage? A Seer? Certainly, he couldn’t be a Paladin or a Voodoo practitioner. Name sounds a bit familiar, though. Maybe I’ve heard it in passing?

He’s not wearing any sort of Emblem…

*Ahem*

Crimdaz interrupted her thoughts.

“And you are?...” (Crimdaz)

Alicia collected herself quickly and made a subtle bow.

“Sorry. I am Alicia. Apprentice of the Cold Crow of Thistle. I was instructed to make a trade.”(Alicia)