War of The Gods.

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     Description ~  This book or story and it's new chapters are simply an interpretation of my Goddess and Deity: Hecate and her three forms, or how I see them at least. This is also to tell the many different sides to myself. Each one of my sides is a deity in this story. Be them major or minor. The Three majors are my most prominent ones, though what the Deities controll and govern is entirely up to you to discover, and figure out on your own, and I will try and make them a bit obvious, with hints here and there. 

Actual Start ~ 

           Far atop a hill in the eastern lands lie a castle, made of the oldest of stones. You could hear the old place falling, and crackling every few seconds, yet it never fully fell. Always standing. The sky was darkened by clouds of the darkest black. The moon was new and had just left its final phase. From the bridge to the castle you could see a large swarm of black birds flying to the tallest tower, cawing and screeching ever so loudly. They landed on the half-sircle balcony and began to spiral into a sort of tornado of ravens, and crows. They faded one by one, and in their place parts of a body began to form. The figure of an elderly female woman formed, covered by the darkest of cloaks, and robes. Only her face, and hands could be seen and revealed. The hands were bony, frail, and fragile. The skin on this woman was tight, and thin enough, to where one could see the outline of each and every bone. The Crones face was old, wrinkly, lined every place it could be, bags under the eyes of the darkest hue. Souless eyes. Void of color, pure black and grey hue. Like a storm stirring. 

      

      On the bridge leading to the solitary castle was a rather Large man, and a larger mass of people was behind him. He wore bright golden armor, and upon his back was a sword twice his size, embed with gold, and silver lining down the middle. Surely he wasn't back to try and convince her to side with him? His name was Lumin, and he was a horrid and dreadful pest to her. Always asking if she'd join his side of the War. The Crone had stayed out of the War of the Gods so far, only due to the fact few could get to her place. They're two sides to the War so far. One on the side of Mortals, and Men. Elves and Dwarves. The other side was composed of those who despised Mortals, those who wished to see them all dead and destroyed. The Crone has stayed out of it due to the fact she didn't care. It wasn't even a tiny concern to her what happened to the Mortals. All that she cared for were her Spells, tomes, books, and Library. Her kingdom of knowledge. Lumin yelled again, and again. Louder each time.-" Hagrid! Come down, so I may speak with you, lest you wish me to continue this rant!"-The Old Crone rolled her eyes, and scowled her face in disquist. Jumping off the balcony she turned and morphed into a single raven, and flew down to the bridge landing back on it, reforming into her true vessal.-" Speak boy, I havn't all day."-Lumin looked at her and bowed. Gesturing to his army of winged men and women.-"You will join us, or you will die. I know the others fear you, for your power, but I do not you old Hag."- Hagrid looked unphased by his words, and then placed her right hand outwards as if reaching for something, and soon enough in her hand a staff appeared made of black wood, and atop it was a Raven with a crescent moon on it's forehead with both points facing upwards. Hagrid tapped her staff on the ground, and soon from the ground and bottom of her staff a shadows began to crawl and creep torwards his army. Slowly they crept upwards and began to rip off limbs of the Soilders and armymen. Ripping them apart limb, by limb. Lumin swung his great sword at Hagrid and she raised her other hand to it. A black barrier of magick arising where his sword is protecting her. She looked at him, and opened her mouth. Her eyes turned a pitch stormy black, and she screamed. A caw, just like a ravens. All in it's path were harmed. They began to bleed from their ears, and eyes. Every vien in their body had popped, much like glass, and singing. Lumin was the last one standing. Soon Hagrid began to rise and hover or levitate above the ground. She raised her left hand, and her right, throwing her staff into shadows. She pointed both of her hands at Lumin, and instantly a large powerfull strike of lightning flew down and struck him. She floated back down, and looked at his dead, charred body.-"Don't come back."-He would revive, and choose a new body as all Gods do, but if he was smart he would'nt visit her again.-"I have a trip to take."