A Witches Tale
Introduction:
She had been hurt. The pain stabbed at her heart and soul at each moment. She'd cried. Oh, how she cried. She could not stand the pain any longer. Her sister brought her no comfort and nor had she, to them. Standing firm against the wind she took in her surroundings. Night had fallen and with it came an all to familiar chill, breathing deeply and raising her hands
aloft, Iarena stood at the edge of a dark-lit forest. The wind blowing against her robe of midnight revealing shaded skin. Her hair tumbled of dark curls around her rose and cream skin. Her nose small and lips of full, she threw back her head and breathed in deeply. The wind grew sending her hair into spirals. As she focused she felt inner warmth as her magicks took hold encircling her.
Taking a mental hold on her magicks she cried out, "With once I loved, my heart and mind I choose to keep. When awake and when asleep. Once I gave my love with free will, I take it back to me to soothe and to keep still. Once lovers, now strangers without joined destiny. As I will, so mote it be." She sighed as the feeling of serenity poured into her body. She opened her eyes and gazed into the woods. Sliding her fingers through her hair, she straightened and turned away from her circle. Walking gracefully, she paused to pick up her candles. A slight wind blew around her body; she narrowed her eyes and concentrated. Her violet eyes pierced the darkness. A sly smile formed on her lips as she whispered, "So you have returned, my Prince." She slowly gathered her candles and walked out of the forest, humming quietly.