(A/N: This is a little idea that's been in my head and won't go away so I'm gonna make a fic about it. This is my first fic that purely from imagination and not based of RP or anything.)
A group of strange cloaked figures gathered around a clear pool in a barren land with seemingly no end, and a strange fogged clouded the area. There were 15 of them. Five of the group wore white cloaks, five wore gray, and the final five of the group wore black cloaks. All of them kept their hoods up and stared into the pool as the image of a young couple holding a baby girl appeared.
"Do you think that that wisp of a child is the one from the prophecy?" someone rasped.
"She was born at the right time…born at midnight on the 12 month of the 12 year of the 21st Century on the night of a new moon. And with scum parents too." A female voice wavered from one of the black-cloaked figures.
"Surely something can be done to avoid fulfillment of the prophecy?" One of the white figured voiced.
There was a sigh from the gray figured. "The child's parents now live the life of mortals, and now doubt they will hide her heritage from her. But it still stands that she is a magical being and sooner or later, she shall discover it. What she does with her powers will be up to her but if they are bottled up then she shall not be able to control them and that is where the danger lies. I fear that she shall be an emotional child, which will only worsen the problem. She'll be like a volcano ready to erupt."
"Then lets destroy the wretch!" came a shout from the group of black-robed figures, and others of the group murmured their agreement.
"No!" came the soft voice of a white-robed figure. "That would be monstrous! Despicable! Barbaric! We can do no such thing to such an innocent girl!"
"Get your head of the clouds! The child will grow into a monster that will rule with an iron fist and quite possible destroy the world! She is not like us! Witch and Djinn are not meant to mix- the only reason that such a union was allowed by us was because the two had abandoned their powers! I say we kill the girl and destroy the possibility of any witch and Djinn- whether their powers are active or not- reproducing with one another again!"
"Silence, Margot." A stern, feminine voice came from a tall, gray-robed figured. This figure seemed to be the leader of the entire group as all the robed figures flinched and fell silent from their mutterings. "You know as well as everyone else that we did not foresee what sort of child would come from allowing that union. I have spoken with the Seer and she had told me that the child's fate is veiled by a mist. It is uncertain whether she will use her powers for good or evil but it is up to her and the morals that her parents instill in her. We will not interfere with her in any way. She shall be cut off from our world until she is 16, then she shall receive the proper training. She will also need a Djinn teacher." Many of the figures let out slight hisses, or disapproving gasps- some even let out cries of outrage. "Silence! I said SILENCE!" The clearing fell silent once more.
The leader continued. "I don't like the idea of calling in a Djinn for help any more than any of you. Disgusting creatures they are but controlling the Djinn magic will have to be part of the girls training. With any luck- and since it will be a good Djinn there will hopefully be lots of it- we won't have to interact with it much. Guinevere can oversee her witch training when the time comes."
"Guinevere?" another witch inquired. "I thought the old bat was dead?"
"No, she merely went into solitude. She never did like people and she took it hard when her son gave up his powers- especially to be with a mortal, powerless half-human half-Djinn. She's always been pretty anti-social after she found out her husband was a traitorous warlock too," one of the black witches answered.
A gray witch spoke up this time, her voice ragged and hard with age. "Is it even wise to train the girl? Her entire family line is trouble. Why teach her how to use her powers if it will only help her in fulfilling her destiny?"
The leader nodded, "You speak wise words, elder, but consider this: if left untrained then her power is even more dangerous and it will be uncontrolled. She would be a walking time bomb and sooner or later, someone or something would push her over the edge and all the magic would spill out. Again. And again. And again. There would be no control and innocent people could get in the way of her wrath. That or the magic released would be too much than what's needed to extract what she would see as proper revenge. She must be trained as to control her power so that it is not released in anger. Not only that, but she must control her Djinn powers so that she won't grant just any wish that she hears and so that she does not over use it."
The lead witch cleared her throat. "Now- let us scry for a potential candidate to be the girls trainer when the time comes. I propose that the teacher be close to her age. We can make arrangements to place the Djinn child in the same school as this child. With any luck, they will be friends of sort. As the child is part Djinn, then she'll recognize one as her own."
A white witch cleared her throat. "Forgive me, Morgana, but is it wise to have such a young Djinn become her trainer?"
Morgana- for that is the leaders name- turned to the witch. "It will be easiest. I suspect that the girl will be high-strung and may be a bit shocked when she learns the truth. It will be easier for her to be trained by people she knows rather than strangers. And I am sure that the Djinn child we choose will be capable; Djinn train their young to control their powers at a young age rather than binding them as witches do. You know that a Djinn with no control over their powers will grant any wish they hear and cause terrible damage. By the time the girl is 16, her Djinn trainer will be most capable."
The white witch gave a barely noticeable nod of satisfaction. "Then let us scry."
Morgana turned to face the pool and thrust her hand over it. "Ostendo mihi quis Volo video vidi visum," she spoke in Latin. From the shadows that her hood cast across her face came two light blue glows in the shape of eyes, as the same blue glow radiated from her hand, changing the pool's image. Finally the water settled on another image as the glows faded.
The image was now that of a young child of about 1 year old. He had dark skin and dark hair and was with an older man who could easily be his grandfather. Both looked to be Native American.
Morgana nodded. "Brandon Paytah." As the leader, she'd made it her duty to be aware of as many Djinn as she could and as they didn't normally have children due to their long life spans, it was easy to remember the young ones. "He shall do fine. As of now he lives in a Reserve in Oklahoma. When he is older, arrangements will be made for and his family to move to Nevada where he can go to school with the child. Now, is there anything else that anyone would like to address or shall I adjourn this meeting?"
Another young white witch stepped forward out of the crowd. She was a newer member to the group, taking the place of a recently deceased member. "Morgana, I mean you know disrespect but are you quite sure that this child is the right child?"
"You have not heard the words of the prophecy have you?"
The witch shook her head.
"Then let me tell you what it has said and you tell me if you still have your doubts." Morgana replied before clearing her throat and then she began to recite, with a sort of chanting rhythm to her voice.
"A child shall be born of the time when the gateways open,
Born under the night black sky when the moon shows no face.
Born in the final month of the year,
Born in the century when 12 is inverted.
Born in the 12 year and day,
This is the child with power unrestrained,
This is the child of magic and fire.
The dark child where beasts lurk and terror reigns,
The child that shall bring the destruction of all,
And she shall have the face of a beautiful creature."
Morgana fell silent before speaking again. "I suppose that I hardly need to remind anyone that midnight is when the gateway between life and death is opened, and the dead can cross over. It is also their only chance to cross back if they were summoned with a corporeal form. It is no secret that Witches are of magic and Djinn are of fire. The child born to Kerry and Jett is indeed a "dark child". Her last name is "Black", her mother's name means "Dark Princess" and I have no doubt that they name they give her will follow suit.
"Is there anyway that there could be a mistake?"
Morgana was silent, deep in thought before replying. "No. There is no possibility otherwise. This is the child with the power to destroy us all. Power greater than any one witch should have. She must be raised correctly and protected."
"Protected?!" an outraged black witch threw off her hood. "What do you mean, 'protected'?!" She had fiery red hair, and blood red eyes with pale skin. Her eyes were sparked with indignation. "Why should be protect the very thing that could kill us!" There were mutterings of agreement among the Black Witches and some Gray Witches.
One of the white witches that had spoken earlier spoken again. "But Desdemona, the girl hasn't done anything evil yet. She's only a child- an innocent."
"Oh shut it, Glinda!" Desdemona snarled.
Morgana replied coolly, "Desdemona, control yourself. I understand your anger but think of the evil witches, sorcerers and warlocks who would lock to harness that power for their own means. There are those that will try to steal it and if they can't steal if, then they'll manipulate the bearer of that power to carry out their dark deeds. If such a thing happens then any hope of keeping her good is ruined. Then our destruction is truly inevitable."
Desdemona narrowed her eyes before slowly nodding her head. "I see…"
Morgana turned to the rest of the witches. "If that is all, then I adjourn this meeting of the Witch's Council." With the words, all the witches- white, gray, and black- disappeared, dissolved, teleported or did something to leave the barren plain by their own preferred method until only Morgana was left.
The witch sighed, staring into the pool; all the images left its glassy, watery depths. Morgana removed her hood, revealing a woman who looked to be near her early 60's, with some wrinkle lines, and brown hair streaked with gray. She had a tired worn face and the air that she was much older than she truly seemed. But despite all this she still seemed more beautiful than any women could hope to be. Her green eyes were filled with worry for the future. Had she made the right choice in letting the child live? Or would it have been better to kill her before the wretched beasts of her dark soul took control thus letting her wreak her havoc upon the world. Morgana didn't know, but perhaps the child would be turned good or perhaps the that over time the meaning and words of the prophecy have been muddled and nothing would happen at all. Only time would tell.
(A/N: Ostendo mihi quis Volo video vidi visum is Latin for Show me what I want to see. Please correct me if I'm wrong, I just went to a translator site)