I hate to do this, but I Must ask for Help... I am trying to publish my own work but in order to do so I must pay my publishing cost...I have a great story to tell and money should not be what hides it from the world. It is a tale of Magic and war, Politics and the Corruption of power. Mika, a young prodigy, fights the curse of Fate and a Corrupted Government that controls information to rule... Melione, a Scarred but Capable Leader, leads Rhea's Rebellion in an attempt to fight a corrupted City that abuses it's women and plays with powers that could one day destroy them all. For both, there is a greater fight, of the common people against those whom abuse their power... A fight against those whom hold all of the power and those whom allow it to satisfy the Status Quo. Hopeless goals in the eyes of many, but Ones they will do all they can to succeed in...by any means necessary. This story cannot become a reality without the proper funds, so i started a Kickstarter, it is called Author in Need of Publishing Funds for my Story Descent.. I am not asking for you to pay everything, and I understand if you cannot or won't... but can you at least spread this around so that others may help make this story a reality? With each funding, I will dedicate the book too whomever gives said funds... or perhaps I may dedicate it into a sequal or publicly... Consider this my greatest Request... Love, your Ninja Overlord, Mika.

I wanted to create a Witch without all of the help and Duex machina the girls had ( Book, Leo, Magic School) while still following the Destiny/Emotion path the series has. He will be good, just not stereotype good... more chaotic good. Lots of personal growth in this... enjoy.

I did add one Deux Machina, so that Devon could learn how to use magic and to show Destiny's intervening since it was a large part of the show. I never understood how Billie found out scrying since it is so specific. The Collecter and Cleaners would never allow it...

Devon ran, fear and pain quickening his steps. Someone was after him, no something was after him. It wasn't a normal man, Devon had managed to stab him with his pocket knife and he barely flinched. Hell he actually laughed after pulling the blade away from his body, then he started to bellow about stealing Devlin's power whatever that meant. Devlin had no idea, all he knew was that he had to run or be killed.

Why anyone would want to kill him was a mystery, he took care of Sick people everyday and volunteered at a local shelter and cleaned his elderly neighbor's house on a daily basis. Despite being kicked out of his parents house for being Gay and living on the Street for three years, he had done pretty damn well for himself and made a difference. He was one of the last people that should want dead.

" Little Witch, there is nowhere to Run!" The Man's voice made Devon shiver, he sounded so close... actually he sounded as if he was ahead of him, which wasn't possible. A Sudden Snapping Sound Made him just, and turned towards the source of it... the Man was suddenly there, a long Dagger in hand and a sadistic Grin on his Face. " Times up." Devon tried to jump to the side or get away somehow, but before he knew it his head cracked against the ground as the man tackled him, the dagger sliding against his side.

Somehow, Devon managed to headbutt the man and grab hold of the Dagger. He tried to pull it away but the man was far too strong, causing the Dagger to slip closer and closer to his face. Fear filled Devon, he didn't want to die... not now.

" Get off of me!" Warmth rushed from his chest, into his hands which burst in a mass of bright light. The Man rolled off, screaming and holding his eyes in pure agony. The Dagger clattered onto the floor, leaving Devon to breath and clear his head for a moment. He was going to live damn it, it wasn't his time to die! Grabbing the Dagger he charged the man and rammed it home, right through his heart. " Fuck you." He would have said more, but flames exploded around the person causing Devon to panic and jump off of him.

" ARgHHARAhgArhgH" The man screamed and screamed before finally he exploded in a large blast that knocked Devon onto his back.

Rolling his eyes in pain, he looked up and groaned. " Fuck me..." Sitting up, Devon stared at his hands ignoring the bleeding cut on his belly. " How did I do that, wait he called me a witch... my Donors weren't witches... I need to keep this quiet. I don't want to be put on an examination table. If nothing else, the Crucible prepared me for this. " Oddly enough he didn't feel worried, just tired, sore and a little excited. Maybe it was his CNA training? Not really feeling anything until after the big events.

"""At his Local Library""""

"From as early on as the 15th Century, Witches and Wiccan Practitioners suffered horrific persecution for their believed Crimes. In Europe, Burning and Hangings were common though their America cousins preferred much colder methods such as Drownings or Stonings." Devon shuddered, putting his book down. " Yup I am keeping this quiet... Now is there anything helpful on how to use my powers, or if I have other powers? Maybe I should search Light, that was what I did after all..."

Standing up, Devon moved over to the Bookshelf when he heard. " Oh, Bambini, you have come into your Powers." Jumping, Devon Whipped around to see the smiling face of his Neighbor. Small, Tan and beautiful, Lenore was a force to be reckoned with. " I am so sorry, I thought I would have more time to prepare. Come, home with me and I'll explain everything to you."

Thrown by her sudden appearance, Devon obeyed without question. " So...are you a witch?"

She just chuckled. " No, I am a Romani, a Gypsy. Sisters to witches, less powerful but more tied to the Spirit world and Divination. Most of us lack any kind of active power while most witches have at least one. I have none myself, though my sister did. I can sense you powers however and that is why I knew you had activated them. What happened?" It took several minutes for Devon to explain but when it was over, he finally felt all of the emotions he hadn't before. Fear for his life, horror that he killed someone, shock that he was witch...it all slammed into his mind at once. Still he wrapped it up, hiding it well. " Ahh, that sounds like a Warlock. They are very much like Witches, only Demonic and immortal. They seek out the powers of Witches to keep themselves powerful. Gypsies have something similar, a Gypsy Hunter."

" Um... So what can I do? Like about my powers and stuff, what makes me a witch?" He bit his lips, shaking as emotions slammed into him.

Lenore pulled out a bag, a tiny handsewn pouch." Potion making, spell casting, Mediumship amoung a few other things." She pinched his skin, giggling as hhe jumped " Your body is stronger as well, Demonic powers and spells won't hurt you as much. Certian kinds of attacks won't even effect you, or will effect you quiet differently. Banshees for example, can turn witches with their scream if they are filled with Loss and Pain."

Holding out his hand, Devon focused, causing a dim light to expand from it. " Can you teach me... ?"

" Of course Bambini, I will teach you everything I know but be warned I don't know as much as I like. My Clan was wipped out by a Hunter years ago, I learned only so much by the time they were killed."

Devon hugged her. " Tank you... "

Chapter End, Tell me what you think in the Reviws.

Devon has a destiny that is rather uique... care to guess?

Love your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.

P.S Look up Dr Shaym on Youtube.