Once Upon a Witchbone

"Mother's Flesh and Father's Bone,
On summer solstice will birth a Crone,
While ever loyal to her mother's eyes,
Will hate the father till his demise.
Her magic will is a strong as her heart,
Always seeking her mother's desire,
Until her spirit's an ashen pyre..."

The Queen whispered, her hands bleeding from the magic symbols she had made on the cold stone floor. She had to seal her unborn daughter's magic before it was too late... The armies had already invaded their port cities, showing the might of their almost endless patience. It was too late when their scouts across the sea sent word of an enormous armada invading their territories. Her daughter's birth was too close, too late for the chance of escaping beforehand.

"And if the spell remains on S-silver's Hill,
Her daughter too will follow her still.
The g-generations through the end,
Until endless coven of witches ascend..."

The queen's spell was complete. The symbols turned silver before disappearing into the stone.