Title: Whispers in the wind
Chapter 1: The young witch
A corridor filled with dark whispers taunting you, waiting for you to speak of your sorrows. A shadow of a petite figure slowly made its way in the hallway fearing every whisper, movement, and taunts. She scurried along as if being chased by endless rounds of nightmares. Water was heard dripping down a broken faucet faraway. A sound that sent shivers up the petite figures spine, and suddenly the walls melted away revealing a bed with sheets soaked in cold sweat. The moonlight shone like a pearl amongst an oblivion of water, given the figure a terrible feeling. She had, had a vision she just knew it. Theses dreams were not to be ignored.
She walked down the hallway her feet feeling the clammy cold floor and making her feet cringe. Rubbing her hands to her arms she finally found some warmth. She settled down in her living room hands shaking and dialed her phone. "Hello who is this?" Answered a tired voice that was masked by a cheery welcome. "I-It's me please I had another vision, I need help. Please I'm scared." The voice at the other end of the telephone sighed and hung up without answering. She knew that help was on the way.
It had been like this since 3 weeks ago. It was a terrible memory that had given her nightmares and fear to the girl. Everything had been destroyed, her family, friends, everything. It didn't make sense, she wanted to die too. And then that dream she had came to her again.
"Do not wish death, life is more important." Echoed a voice in her mind reminding her of a legacy. Not just any legacy, her legacy. She remembered it as if it had been pierced into her mind.
A power that shall rein Throughout the land One princess shall die For the prophecy you must understand
Whispers shall be heard Nothing but a thought A heroine will emerge Slice through the darkness she bravely fought
A witch by her side Of family blood both With magic so powerful the world could be destroyed In one instance one thought
The prophecy will be over When the moon and sun will rise together And the black waters disappear And peace shall reign forever
She was supposed to be that witch that fought along her sister, the brave heroine. But how could she? Her sister was dead and she was nothing my a measly starting witch who knew absolutely nothing about magic.
She heard a light knock at her door and she dashed to get it. There in the door stood an aging figure with a kind but tired smile on his face. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have---" The young woman was cut off when the old man hushed her and walked into her house. He stopped for a moment and let out a disapproving sigh as if he was analyzing something.
"Dear you should leave your house so dark at night, have you been studying magic in the dark?" The young girl who was known as the old man's pupil shook her head and scurried away to light up the house. "Ah that's much better; you don't know the number of vampires out there these days!" The girl shuddered and old man patted her head gently. "There, there dear nothing an old sage can't take care of.
"Now what's this new vision that you've been talking about?" The girl shuddered and began to speak as clearly as she could. "A dark passage, shadows taunting you. Oh it's awful, simple awful!" The girl exclaimed and took a nearby cushion and hugged it for protection.
"Ah dear you must learn your trade, you are in great danger." The young girl nodded and let endless tears run down her face. It wasn't much of a life, coming home since 4 years and finding your family killed by an evil sorcerer. Not just any evil sorcerer the most feared, and powerful. She was the only one left. "Why cant I die, I've tried to commit suicide why cant I?" The girl said letting tears stream down her face where others had been yesterday. "Dear you are an immortal you cannot die, please do not treat life as if a curse."
"This is a curse!" The girl shouted with all her might. The old man chided and sighed not blaming the young witch for her emotions. She had a lot to learn a lot to fear.
He stood up and made her sit in his lap, like a child in a guardian arms. She was like his little grand daughter. "Dear little one, you must learn an eternity spent on crying will get you turned unto a banshee." The girl stopped crying immediately she detested banshees. Fifthly creatures that killed innocent because of their own sorrows. She wiped her eyes and put on a mask of bravery.
Another scream, another shrill. She flinched remember the blood, her sister screaming in agony. That's night the princess of the land had died, slaughtered.
She ran opened her door and looked at the dark night outside. She had to leave this place, it was driving her mad. The old man hurried after the antagonizing child yelling for her not to go out.
She ran for what seemed an eternity. Away from the sorrow the pain the screams. She remember another verse in the prophecy.
Screams of terrors will haunt those who betrayal For their spirit shall guide this realm Until the day the sun and moon rise together And peace shall once again rein forever
All she could hear now was her name being called by the old man in the distance.
"Come back, Francoise!"
A corridor filled with dark whispers taunting you, waiting for you to speak of your sorrows. A shadow of a petite figure slowly made its way in the hallway fearing every whisper, movement, and taunts. She scurried along as if being chased by endless rounds of nightmares. Water was heard dripping down a broken faucet faraway. A sound that sent shivers up the petite figures spine, and suddenly the walls melted away revealing a bed with sheets soaked in cold sweat. The moonlight shone like a pearl amongst an oblivion of water, given the figure a terrible feeling. She had, had a vision she just knew it. Theses dreams were not to be ignored.
She walked down the hallway her feet feeling the clammy cold floor and making her feet cringe. Rubbing her hands to her arms she finally found some warmth. She settled down in her living room hands shaking and dialed her phone. "Hello who is this?" Answered a tired voice that was masked by a cheery welcome. "I-It's me please I had another vision, I need help. Please I'm scared." The voice at the other end of the telephone sighed and hung up without answering. She knew that help was on the way.
It had been like this since 3 weeks ago. It was a terrible memory that had given her nightmares and fear to the girl. Everything had been destroyed, her family, friends, everything. It didn't make sense, she wanted to die too. And then that dream she had came to her again.
"Do not wish death, life is more important." Echoed a voice in her mind reminding her of a legacy. Not just any legacy, her legacy. She remembered it as if it had been pierced into her mind.
A power that shall rein Throughout the land One princess shall die For the prophecy you must understand
Whispers shall be heard Nothing but a thought A heroine will emerge Slice through the darkness she bravely fought
A witch by her side Of family blood both With magic so powerful the world could be destroyed In one instance one thought
The prophecy will be over When the moon and sun will rise together And the black waters disappear And peace shall reign forever
She was supposed to be that witch that fought along her sister, the brave heroine. But how could she? Her sister was dead and she was nothing my a measly starting witch who knew absolutely nothing about magic.
She heard a light knock at her door and she dashed to get it. There in the door stood an aging figure with a kind but tired smile on his face. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have---" The young woman was cut off when the old man hushed her and walked into her house. He stopped for a moment and let out a disapproving sigh as if he was analyzing something.
"Dear you should leave your house so dark at night, have you been studying magic in the dark?" The young girl who was known as the old man's pupil shook her head and scurried away to light up the house. "Ah that's much better; you don't know the number of vampires out there these days!" The girl shuddered and old man patted her head gently. "There, there dear nothing an old sage can't take care of.
"Now what's this new vision that you've been talking about?" The girl shuddered and began to speak as clearly as she could. "A dark passage, shadows taunting you. Oh it's awful, simple awful!" The girl exclaimed and took a nearby cushion and hugged it for protection.
"Ah dear you must learn your trade, you are in great danger." The young girl nodded and let endless tears run down her face. It wasn't much of a life, coming home since 4 years and finding your family killed by an evil sorcerer. Not just any evil sorcerer the most feared, and powerful. She was the only one left. "Why cant I die, I've tried to commit suicide why cant I?" The girl said letting tears stream down her face where others had been yesterday. "Dear you are an immortal you cannot die, please do not treat life as if a curse."
"This is a curse!" The girl shouted with all her might. The old man chided and sighed not blaming the young witch for her emotions. She had a lot to learn a lot to fear.
He stood up and made her sit in his lap, like a child in a guardian arms. She was like his little grand daughter. "Dear little one, you must learn an eternity spent on crying will get you turned unto a banshee." The girl stopped crying immediately she detested banshees. Fifthly creatures that killed innocent because of their own sorrows. She wiped her eyes and put on a mask of bravery.
Another scream, another shrill. She flinched remember the blood, her sister screaming in agony. That's night the princess of the land had died, slaughtered.
She ran opened her door and looked at the dark night outside. She had to leave this place, it was driving her mad. The old man hurried after the antagonizing child yelling for her not to go out.
She ran for what seemed an eternity. Away from the sorrow the pain the screams. She remember another verse in the prophecy.
Screams of terrors will haunt those who betrayal For their spirit shall guide this realm Until the day the sun and moon rise together And peace shall once again rein forever
All she could hear now was her name being called by the old man in the distance.
"Come back, Francoise!"