Story of the Sorceress

By GoldenGoddess

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Author's Note: Yippee Ki Yay, Yippee Ki Yole, I dun there dug me, a mighty big hole. What? We're on?! Oh! ( ( ) ( | ) ( ) ) Can anyone tell me what that is? I'll give you a cookie!

Welcome to another chapter of S.o.t.S. When we last left off, Anica was about to get killed by an insane demi-god named Victor, who she... accidentally set on fire once. Let's see what happens!

Disclaimer: . I forgot it in the last chapter! Sorry! Here we go: I don't own Everworld. I wish I did! I'd have Loki do my laundry and Athena be my lawyer and Hestia cook for me and Hebe be my cupbearer and I would be ruler of all! Anyway, I don't own it nor am I making money from this. So don't sue or I'll have my guard dogs, Cerberus and Fenrir, attack you!

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Chapter Four

I cowered in the dead leaves, rocks jabbing into my palms with every backwards scurry, trying to avoid Victor's magic. Each blast hit a little closer, was a little bigger, and a little stronger. He was toying with me, advancing ever-so slowly, with a happy smile plastered across his face.

"You know, the Ett healed me, they have the most amazing healing power," he said in a light, conversational tone, as if we were discussing the weather, rather than one trying to kill the other. "Strange customs, really, but, shoot, I got the upper hand on them as soon as I was all better! I'm sure you will be, too."

Panting for breath, I rolled onto my stomach and tried to get up and run. He grabbed me by the hair and jerked me back, a small cry escaping my lips at the roughness.

"Now were are you going?"

My eyes darted around, only to find the Coo-hatch herded in by the small Ett. Why didn't they use their blades? What did the Ett have on them?

The huge trees, so much higher than anything I had seen in years, trees the gods used because of their height, strength, and magical property. Nature is a powerful thing.

Of course.

"Victor?" I asked, words dripping with falseness. "Did you know that it was Senda who did that to you?"

"Senda?"

"My daughter." I saw I had his attention, so I went with it. "She travels with a band of mortals, four of them. Three males and a girl. Senda has power beyond that of anyone. She hurt you."

Victor paused, disbelieving, then asked, "Where is she?"

I was sucking in air like a fish thrown ashore. I didn't know where. The Coo-Hatch had taken me as soon as Senda was gone. Where, where, where? Victor's grip tightened, tugging out a few strands. I frantically searched for her with my mind. It's like a camera sweeping across land, but in fast-forward. Finally, I sensed her life force in-in-

"Atlantis," I breathed. Several minds jerked toward me, feeling the familiar life force that was thought lost.... I had put myself at risk just to escape this one peril. Merlin's own mind sought me, perhaps to help him find Senda. He would never get the chance, because Victor would get to her first.

"Well done, witch," he chuckled softly to himself, releasing and pushing me to the ground. "I see you've hardly changed at all, Anica. But now that I know where Senna is, the witch with such a high price on her... I really don't need you anymore, now do I? No one wants an old sorceress. I'll hand in your daughter to Loki and get the prize I deserve." He slid the sword from his belt. "So, I suppose this is the end of the Sorceress' story!"

I rolled to one side to avoid the blow. The sword sliced into the ground where I had been and stuck. I took the opportunity to struggle to my feet and run. Escaping the Co-Hatch, Victor, and the Ett was a chance I couldn't afford to miss.

"Come back here you dirty w-!!!!"

Crying and running and tripping, then getting back up just to run and try to ignore the horribly sharp pain in my side and legs. I took the form of a fox, not a real kind, it had been too long since I'd seen one, but combining all the attributes that I knew of.

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A doll. Glassy marble eyes and painted on lips with my mother's own lipstick. A button nose barely clinging to the pincushion head; a embroidered pillow case on an ungainly body. Dark curls, mother's hair, her beautiful, sable hair. Laughing sheepishly as she handed it to me, hiding a smile at the childish happiness from the poor doll. I wonder what happened to that doll. Maybe she's lost. Lost her way and wishes she could find her way back to that innocent little girl, who thought she knew so much about the world, yet knew so little. Maybe-maybe she just wants to feel warm arms around her again, and be loved for what she is, despite all her deficiencies.

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Bump. Bump. Bump.

Dark. Cloth over my mouth, a stale, bitter taste on my lips; hands bound too tightly with coarse rope. It's so hot, too hot, under these blankets, smothering me and making it almost impossible to breath. They pull back, and a jack-o'-lantern face grins wickedly at me. I scream through the cloth and try to wriggle free.

"@#$#^%*(^&$^!#@???" It asked. At least, the tone sounded like it asked. I ignore it and continue to struggle. "(&*&^%%#@#!??? #@!%^&%$%$#^*???" It reached down and removed the cloth.

"Listen," I gasped, "I don't know what you're saying."

"You humans are so simple."

"And what are you?"

"Ettan."

I could have fainted. It was another of Victor's henchmen. Weakened, with no clue as to my location, and bound, I was dead for sure. "L-Let me go."

It shook it's head. "You work for the Brinbu Tribe."

"The what?"

"The Brinbu Tribe. The traitors."

The ones working for Victor. I growled in frustration: I had no time for clan wars. The Ett looked down at me, all the while smiling idiotically.

"I don't work for them. But I know who does. What do you want?"

"How badly do you want your freedom?"

I groaned. Haggling. Of all the stupid things that appeared in many cultures, it happened to be in a an alien race: the wish for the best bargain. "Badly."

"Witch?"

At first I didn't understand. "Oh, yes, yes, I'm a witch."

The Ett tilted its head to one side. "Then you stay with us."

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I know, I know, it sucked. Please excuse me! *bows* Anica just wouldn't cooperate. -.-' I have a back-stabbing, careless, lazy, sappy old witch as a muse.

Anica- Be glad you don't have Senda. Imagine what havoc she would wreak!

G.G.-. I don't want to....

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