The Festival of Witches

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Third POV

The time of the years has finally arrived Festum Veneficas which translates to The Festival of Witches from the language of Latin. Apparently, it's supposed to be a dead language of the histories of the witches and warlocks that hid within the lives of humans. That took the liberty of the religion of Christianity to the next level where the fearful humans were afraid the idea of witches and witchcraft beyond them. Now, the witches and warlock that hid their identity among the humans as they bare children among their humans' wives and husbands. With their children either being born as an ordinary witch or a gifted witch. There are countless witches and warlock living in the city of New York City, Boston, and Salem. Whereas many innocent human lives and a few witches that were murder by hanging themselves. Things used to be so simple back then. When humans and witches can coexist and finally live in peace.

Years ago in the 1100's where witches and humans can leave in peace and love each other happily, that is until. One certain witch decided to do dark magic into her own hands. Placing a curse on an innocent child for no good reason except for pure hatred and jealousy on how beautiful this child was. Only five years old which he was beautiful with light caramel skin with dazzling blue eyes and hazel brown hair. Died of a terrible curse but luckily it wasn't strong to take this innocent soul to take. The curse failed when religion police disturbed the witch chanting before burning her alive on the stake without a second thought. Soon ever since that event witches were sent to court and were trail numerous of time in order to be repent. But if they refuse then...both witches and warlock would be sent to death by either hanging, burning alive at stake, or being pull in and out of a well, supposedly be holy water. Nearly being drowned to death or being starved to death depending on the punishment themselves.

Now almost 700 years later on the month of October is where all over the world on the day of 30th through 31st of the 10th month. A two-day celebration whereas a family of witches would gather around and dance around the fire feeling freedom. They would even have a large feast with an endless amount of delicious and food and dessert, of course, they all must have this celebration deep within the forests. As many warlocks created an illusion spell in order to be unseen by the humans. Now, the time has come for a particular family that was living in New York City. A popular immigrant from the Caribbean Islands of Nevis where he once fought in the war and become the treasurer by being the right-hand man of George Washington. And that man is none other than...

Alexander Hamilton...the youngest son of James Hamilton Sr.

One of the greatest warlock to ever live but was burned alive at stake where his family watches from a distance. They grieve and mourn for his death but luckily most of the villagers believe they're innocent.. Having been abused and manipulated to think that James wasn't a witch but a human being. At least he and his family were spared until their mother died of a common illness caught by witches and warlocks. Soon both James Jr and Alexander headed their separated ways whereas James was in North Carolina, while Alexander is in NYC. Unknowingly whether one of the other is still alive. Now, decades later Hamilton a proud father of about to be 8 children when Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton is barely 7 months pregnant with their youngest child at the moment. While she and Angelica once again visiting Peggy and her husband at Upstate. They decided to stay with her for two weeks. Which mean that the two older Schuyler sisters were away.

Alexander Hamilton will be attending to the Festum Veneficas this Friday and Saturday along with his children. He has been meaning to take them but with a few witch trails from years ago in New York. Luckily most of these witches Hamilton became close were from Nevis themselves. Well now, with Eliza and Angelica away upstate for the next two weeks, it wouldn't do any harm to take the children to Nevis. The home island of where their father once lived during his childhood. Deciding that sailing to Nevis would be risky since they're doing witch hunting since an incident has occurred so using a spell getting to the island isn't so bad at all. While sewing up a few garments for his children before Philip and Angelica burst into the room.

"My goodness, children, What causes you to act with such naughty behavior?" Hamilton scolded his eldest children

"Sorry, Pa..." Philip pause before pulling out a pitch black envelope with a red wax stamp in the middle before speaking again.

"It's an invitation for the Festum Veneficas from a man name James Hamilton Jr"

"James... I...I can't believe it"

The Caribbean immigrant took the dark black envelope from his son's hand before touching the golden cursive letters by the tip of his fingers. He just couldn't believe it. After all these decades, Alexander never thought that his eldest brother is still alive since they lost touch when the younger witch enter America. But now...receiving an invitation for that one special occasion that both he and James always looked for. Its something they treasure and love deeply and now Hamilton gets to share this special holiday with his children.

"Papa, who is it from?" Angelica asked

"From your uncle darling. Pack your bags up. We're going to Nevis" Hamilton replied with a smile on his face.

Philip and Angelica gaze at each other with excitement before rushing toward their youngest siblings of the wonderful news. All Hamilton's children dreamt of going to the Festum Veneficas from the stories of what their father told them. Dancing around the fire, enjoying glorious food, perhaps even getting a black cat. A typical witch stereotype but hey who doesn't love beautiful black cats.

The immigrant places the children their special outfits that look similar to gypsies outfit from the medieval time but the colors were much darker. Heading outside into the forest where Hamilton proceeding getting a single wolf paw and some its blood. Hey, you need some material in order to travel from one country to another especially if you're a witch. You do whatever it takes in order to stay alive no matter how short life may seem to be. In order not to be caught in the forest with these items in his hands. Which would result in a nearby death sentence? Luckily, the treasurer sent in his letter to Washington that he'll be off of work for the next two weeks. The President was quite surprised but didn't question it since he believes that Hamilton needed a break. Won't Jefferson and Madison be delighted once Hamilton is gone for the next two week? Hint the sarcasm.

All the children bags happily packed while Philip and Angelica were already wearing their festive outfits. They looked very stunning just like how Alexander imagines them to be. Philip wearing a dark blue bandana around his hair and a dark blue coin sash tied around his waist. Which goes excellent with his cream chemise shirt with black pants. While Angelica wore a soft color orange chemise blouse with a black skirt. Not to mention with an orangish black ombre coin sash around her waist. Both of them were wearing an anklet with a single birthstone based on the month they were born with.

There was no need to make shoes since they'll be in the forest dancing away to the night. Having the scent of freedom without the lingering of fear storing in their bodies. As the children center themselves around the living room before Hamilton locked the door with a sign on it. "Out on Vacation. Won't be back in two weeks". Along with closing every curtain in the house, it's a good thing that night time is arriving with a full moon ahead. Which means that Hamilton powers will be stronger than ever before.

Pouring the wolf's blood in the middle of the living room floor before using its paw to smear the dark red liquid to create a Wiccan symbol. Chanting in a whisper tone first before where the children couldn't hear what their father was saying at first until his voice grew louder and louder. Toward the regular tone of his voice where it sounded so sweet but yet so seductive toward others. But toward other witches sound like any other chanting just as they heard before.

"Spiritus et sanguis niger lupus. Sit ego utor vestri potentior amplecti ad dirige me retro domum" Alexander whisper

The blood of the wolf began glowing a purplish black color when the wind began glowing inside the house. Everything around him and the children began shaking and rattling soon everything went pitch black. Engulfed by darkness where the children felt as if they're falling down but don't know where they're falling from or when they're about to land. Hamilton held the younger children in his arms while the older children cling onto to each other. It seems like the darkness will never end. That is until Philip and Angelica landed with a light thud sound. Spitting sound tiny grain of rocks that were stuck within their tongues.

AJ, James, John, and William soon rushes to the ocean salt water while baby Eliza is happily playing with a beautiful seashell. Alexander Hamilton took in a deep inhale of Nevis fresh air from the ocean breeze. He was finally home at last.

Translation: Spirit and blood of the black wolf. Let I use your powerful embrace to guide me back home

I don't know the language of Latin so I'm trying my best using a translator even they aren't the most accurate. If some of you know Latin...help a sister out