Disclaimer: The idea of the Night World is not mine. Circle Daybreak is not
mine. All these characters are mine, with exceptions for those that are
created by LJ Smith, if I use them.
Shadow Wytch
Chapter 2
A reflection of a girls face surrounded by locks of red was all Jessika could see in the bowl of water before her. She waited for a strand of her hidden magick to show her what was to come.
But all she saw was that girl with green eyes, freckles dotting her nose, pale skin, and a scar on her forehead. Not at all what she was expecting-or needed.
Sika threw her hand into the reflection the dark water showed, watching clear dots drip from her hand as she pulled it out. She had a feeling something was going to happen, something important. Something that would change all her friends lives.
Now if only the Harman blood in her would reveal what she wished to see.
Sika pushed the bowl across the table and pulled a white pillar candle from a bag by her feet. She set the candle in front of her, placed her hands over it so she was cupping the brown wick, and thought of a raging fire scorching logs of wood. Once a warm flame licked her palm she pulled her hands back, watching the small destructive thing dance.
For a witch of 19, Jessika Ivytear was known to be extremely talented. Circle Twilight claimed that her own gift would outmatch the witch maiden, Aradia. And for her mission, she would use all her magick in her being until success.
Sika stared into the orange center of the flame, but didn't really see it.
Images in her minds eye were all she saw.
Joey headed towards his maroon Volkswagen Beetle, thinking about what he would do to get out of the date with Jessica Flawk. He didn't like her at all, not since the fight had happened. Flawk wasn't loyal, and Treska was. He knew who he could rely on, and it definitely wasn't the cheerleader.
Suddenly a black sleek car drove up and almost hit Joey. It stopped an inch from his foot, with the driver's window closest to him.
"Dammit, Sika!" he shouted, hopping backwards.
The door quickly opened and the medium height redhead jumped out, looking up at Joey. Her usual makeup was no where to be seen, and a jagged lined scar marred the right side of her forehead. "I had a vision about Treska," she said immediately.
Joey sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "So? She knows how to take care of herself."
"She's only human, Joey. She can't handle going against a Night World vampire in all his might!" she screamed.
The male froze. "Who is the vampire?" His mind instantly turned to James Triann. The boy had something odd about him that he didn't completely trust-
"I-well, I don't know. But he had dark red hair-almost black-and dark blue eyes. Pale, really good-looking, maybe even more so than you-" she stopped and blushed slightly, glancing up at Joey to see his green eyes filled with anger. "Joey, what?" she said, voice slightly panicked.
"His name is James Triann. A new student came here today from Britain. He was fast friends with Treska," he said, giving short descriptions of the male.
"James Triann? No, no, that can't be. He works for Circle Daybreak," Sika said quickly.
"Well, what exactly was this vampire doing?" Joey asked, contemplating.
Sika glanced at her hands, which were ringing themselves, and spoke in desperately calm words. "He was explaining to her what the Night World is. and she reacted badly towards it. She went on a rampage, the powers she received from the Goddess went haywire and uncontrolled-"
"Wait, wait. She didn't go that irrational the last time we tried and had to wipe her memory-" Joey was saying, but was interrupted by Sika's odd glance.
"Yes, she did. I had to clean every ones minds of that incident. If you knew the power behind that human you would be amazed."
"What power?" Joey yelled and then lowered his voice as he continued speaking to the witch. "Tell me, Jessika. I've known Treska since we were seven, I think I should know."
Sika stared at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. "Well, she's-um-I don't know how to explain, Joey."
Joey tried to reach for his patience, and succeeded. "Try your best, Jessika."
"You know the myth of Cisentra, right? The witch before the Night World?" Sika asked, voice hesitant.
He paused, racking his brain for the knowledge. Nothing came to him, so he shook his head.
"She was created from some unknown source and produced the Harman line. She lived for a few thousands of years, before she grew tired of being immortal. She had somehow found a way to discreetly destroy her immortality without knowing that it would diminish her children's immortality, as well. Her eldest daughter, Dementia, became angered at what her mother did. As punishment, she killed Cisentra and tried taking control of the witch lineage.
"But Dementia's other siblings became raged at what had happened and tried to destroy Dementia. It took them half their lives, but finally they tracked down the woman and slaughtered her. The other children placed a spell on Cisentra's soul so that she was keep being reborn, to one day regain her powers and right the witches and rule the Night World like she was suppose to: in complete peacefulness and unity.
"Only few know of her tale, and those that do call her the Shadow Wytch. But whenever she is reborn.it's as a human who takes up the practice of Wicca. Any guess at who she is?" Sika finished with a question.
Joey blinked very slowly then nodded. "Treska. Of course it's Treska," he said, enlightened. "So what are we going to do?"
Sika took a deep breath and closed her green eyes. "I have no idea, Joey. We have no control about what happens with Treska. Maybe her old soul lives will catch up before the vampire."
Shadow Wytch
Chapter 2
A reflection of a girls face surrounded by locks of red was all Jessika could see in the bowl of water before her. She waited for a strand of her hidden magick to show her what was to come.
But all she saw was that girl with green eyes, freckles dotting her nose, pale skin, and a scar on her forehead. Not at all what she was expecting-or needed.
Sika threw her hand into the reflection the dark water showed, watching clear dots drip from her hand as she pulled it out. She had a feeling something was going to happen, something important. Something that would change all her friends lives.
Now if only the Harman blood in her would reveal what she wished to see.
Sika pushed the bowl across the table and pulled a white pillar candle from a bag by her feet. She set the candle in front of her, placed her hands over it so she was cupping the brown wick, and thought of a raging fire scorching logs of wood. Once a warm flame licked her palm she pulled her hands back, watching the small destructive thing dance.
For a witch of 19, Jessika Ivytear was known to be extremely talented. Circle Twilight claimed that her own gift would outmatch the witch maiden, Aradia. And for her mission, she would use all her magick in her being until success.
Sika stared into the orange center of the flame, but didn't really see it.
Images in her minds eye were all she saw.
Joey headed towards his maroon Volkswagen Beetle, thinking about what he would do to get out of the date with Jessica Flawk. He didn't like her at all, not since the fight had happened. Flawk wasn't loyal, and Treska was. He knew who he could rely on, and it definitely wasn't the cheerleader.
Suddenly a black sleek car drove up and almost hit Joey. It stopped an inch from his foot, with the driver's window closest to him.
"Dammit, Sika!" he shouted, hopping backwards.
The door quickly opened and the medium height redhead jumped out, looking up at Joey. Her usual makeup was no where to be seen, and a jagged lined scar marred the right side of her forehead. "I had a vision about Treska," she said immediately.
Joey sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "So? She knows how to take care of herself."
"She's only human, Joey. She can't handle going against a Night World vampire in all his might!" she screamed.
The male froze. "Who is the vampire?" His mind instantly turned to James Triann. The boy had something odd about him that he didn't completely trust-
"I-well, I don't know. But he had dark red hair-almost black-and dark blue eyes. Pale, really good-looking, maybe even more so than you-" she stopped and blushed slightly, glancing up at Joey to see his green eyes filled with anger. "Joey, what?" she said, voice slightly panicked.
"His name is James Triann. A new student came here today from Britain. He was fast friends with Treska," he said, giving short descriptions of the male.
"James Triann? No, no, that can't be. He works for Circle Daybreak," Sika said quickly.
"Well, what exactly was this vampire doing?" Joey asked, contemplating.
Sika glanced at her hands, which were ringing themselves, and spoke in desperately calm words. "He was explaining to her what the Night World is. and she reacted badly towards it. She went on a rampage, the powers she received from the Goddess went haywire and uncontrolled-"
"Wait, wait. She didn't go that irrational the last time we tried and had to wipe her memory-" Joey was saying, but was interrupted by Sika's odd glance.
"Yes, she did. I had to clean every ones minds of that incident. If you knew the power behind that human you would be amazed."
"What power?" Joey yelled and then lowered his voice as he continued speaking to the witch. "Tell me, Jessika. I've known Treska since we were seven, I think I should know."
Sika stared at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. "Well, she's-um-I don't know how to explain, Joey."
Joey tried to reach for his patience, and succeeded. "Try your best, Jessika."
"You know the myth of Cisentra, right? The witch before the Night World?" Sika asked, voice hesitant.
He paused, racking his brain for the knowledge. Nothing came to him, so he shook his head.
"She was created from some unknown source and produced the Harman line. She lived for a few thousands of years, before she grew tired of being immortal. She had somehow found a way to discreetly destroy her immortality without knowing that it would diminish her children's immortality, as well. Her eldest daughter, Dementia, became angered at what her mother did. As punishment, she killed Cisentra and tried taking control of the witch lineage.
"But Dementia's other siblings became raged at what had happened and tried to destroy Dementia. It took them half their lives, but finally they tracked down the woman and slaughtered her. The other children placed a spell on Cisentra's soul so that she was keep being reborn, to one day regain her powers and right the witches and rule the Night World like she was suppose to: in complete peacefulness and unity.
"Only few know of her tale, and those that do call her the Shadow Wytch. But whenever she is reborn.it's as a human who takes up the practice of Wicca. Any guess at who she is?" Sika finished with a question.
Joey blinked very slowly then nodded. "Treska. Of course it's Treska," he said, enlightened. "So what are we going to do?"
Sika took a deep breath and closed her green eyes. "I have no idea, Joey. We have no control about what happens with Treska. Maybe her old soul lives will catch up before the vampire."