Author's Note: Alright, this is basically a short fic on all four of the witches that appear in my WHR fic called A Soul's Search. Each witch will have their own little story in here. I just thought it would make it a little more interesting for you to read, and to get to know the four of them better. I'm calling this The Cauldron, but each witch and story will have a couple to a few chapters to them, as well as their own titles for their story. For example, a prologue and then their story. More maybe added later on...Ja Ne!
Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own any rights or anything to WHR. Enjoy...
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A beckoning light shows in the distance...
Trying to guide the lost ones home...
Tears shed for the innocents and the warriors...
These tears are not from the people alone, but also from the Heavens above...
Heaven's Cry...
Auberon, just his name alone would turn anyone's blood ice cold. If this forbidden name was ever spoken, all sounds would cease. The temperature would be so
cold; for when someone breathed in, their lungs would freeze. A mist would encompass the land, making it hard to see. These warnings or signs would signify his
arrival, and once he's there; well, let's just say that no one would have to worry about seeing another sun rise.
Especially, a witch, humans he thought were nothing more than insignificant insects. So, in order for the witches to survive, they gave him a different name, the
Demonio of Italy. For a few years, there was no news of any encounters with him. Until one night on a full moon, a man sitting on a park bench that was next to a
lamp post, listening to the light breeze whistling through the trees. No one in their right minds would be out at this time of night because of the stories that were told
from generation to generation about the Demonio of Italy.
The man smirked and boldly said the forbidden name. Everything was happening exactly how it was told in the urban legends. The dead silence, his lungs starting to
freeze, he could tell that they mist was covering the ground, because he could feel the dampness.
Auberon skulked through the mist and walked directly towards the man that was sitting on the park bench. He frowned at the man, he saw no trace of fear.
Auberon then scowled at him, he asked the man why wasn't he afraid of him or what would will happen to him for his foolishness.
The man explained that how can he be afraid of someone when he couldn't even see him with his own eyes. Auberon was speechless towards his statement, and then
when he got a closer look, he saw that the man had no eyes what so ever. Auberon coiled back, more in surprise than fear. He demanded the man's name. The
man smirked at him, his impatience was very humorous to him, considering how powerful he suppose to be. He introduced himself as Aidan, he also told him that
he's a seer, an oracle so to speak.
Auberon was a bit skeptical towards Aidan's claim, but being skeptical was out of the ordinary for any witch. He blamed that flaw on his so called human part. So to prove it, he asked Aidan to back up what he said.
Aidan smirked as he described exactly what Auberon looked like, from his physical features all the way to his attire, which was basically the same pretty much all the
time anyway. He pointed out that Auberon is around six foot. Has blood red hair with eyes to match. Black clothing covered his lean muscled frame. Auberon was
actually impressed by how precise Aidan was. No one that actually saw him lived long enough to tell anyone of what he looked like.
To make completely sure, Auberon gave Aidan one more test. Auberon told him to look up into the sky and tell him what just happened. Aidan took a moment, and
then he told Auberon that two stars streaked a crossed the sky, one just a split second after the other. Aidan decided to take it one step further, and told him the
meaning behind what it meant when the stars streaked a crossed the sky in the fashion of fallen stars. The first star that fell, was a tear from Heaven for the hundreds
of innocent lives he stole. The second star was also a Heaven's cry, for the warriors that he would destroy someday.
Una lacrima cade dai Cieli, in una forma di una stella cadente. Ogni stella caduta, รจ un'anima sola. Il cielo piange per le anime di un'uneeded perdita.
(A tear falls from the Heavens, in a form of a falling star. Each fallen star, is a single soul. Heaven cries for the souls of an uneeded loss.)
Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own any rights or anything to WHR. Enjoy...
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A beckoning light shows in the distance...
Trying to guide the lost ones home...
Tears shed for the innocents and the warriors...
These tears are not from the people alone, but also from the Heavens above...
Heaven's Cry...
Auberon, just his name alone would turn anyone's blood ice cold. If this forbidden name was ever spoken, all sounds would cease. The temperature would be so
cold; for when someone breathed in, their lungs would freeze. A mist would encompass the land, making it hard to see. These warnings or signs would signify his
arrival, and once he's there; well, let's just say that no one would have to worry about seeing another sun rise.
Especially, a witch, humans he thought were nothing more than insignificant insects. So, in order for the witches to survive, they gave him a different name, the
Demonio of Italy. For a few years, there was no news of any encounters with him. Until one night on a full moon, a man sitting on a park bench that was next to a
lamp post, listening to the light breeze whistling through the trees. No one in their right minds would be out at this time of night because of the stories that were told
from generation to generation about the Demonio of Italy.
The man smirked and boldly said the forbidden name. Everything was happening exactly how it was told in the urban legends. The dead silence, his lungs starting to
freeze, he could tell that they mist was covering the ground, because he could feel the dampness.
Auberon skulked through the mist and walked directly towards the man that was sitting on the park bench. He frowned at the man, he saw no trace of fear.
Auberon then scowled at him, he asked the man why wasn't he afraid of him or what would will happen to him for his foolishness.
The man explained that how can he be afraid of someone when he couldn't even see him with his own eyes. Auberon was speechless towards his statement, and then
when he got a closer look, he saw that the man had no eyes what so ever. Auberon coiled back, more in surprise than fear. He demanded the man's name. The
man smirked at him, his impatience was very humorous to him, considering how powerful he suppose to be. He introduced himself as Aidan, he also told him that
he's a seer, an oracle so to speak.
Auberon was a bit skeptical towards Aidan's claim, but being skeptical was out of the ordinary for any witch. He blamed that flaw on his so called human part. So to prove it, he asked Aidan to back up what he said.
Aidan smirked as he described exactly what Auberon looked like, from his physical features all the way to his attire, which was basically the same pretty much all the
time anyway. He pointed out that Auberon is around six foot. Has blood red hair with eyes to match. Black clothing covered his lean muscled frame. Auberon was
actually impressed by how precise Aidan was. No one that actually saw him lived long enough to tell anyone of what he looked like.
To make completely sure, Auberon gave Aidan one more test. Auberon told him to look up into the sky and tell him what just happened. Aidan took a moment, and
then he told Auberon that two stars streaked a crossed the sky, one just a split second after the other. Aidan decided to take it one step further, and told him the
meaning behind what it meant when the stars streaked a crossed the sky in the fashion of fallen stars. The first star that fell, was a tear from Heaven for the hundreds
of innocent lives he stole. The second star was also a Heaven's cry, for the warriors that he would destroy someday.
Una lacrima cade dai Cieli, in una forma di una stella cadente. Ogni stella caduta, รจ un'anima sola. Il cielo piange per le anime di un'uneeded perdita.
(A tear falls from the Heavens, in a form of a falling star. Each fallen star, is a single soul. Heaven cries for the souls of an uneeded loss.)
