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…'Diamante, dosen't sa circa che cosa faccio, o chi io realmente. Così vogliate lo mantengono dai miei capelli per un'ora almeno mentre scelgo questo fiasco di tali proporzioni enormi.'(Diamond, he dosen't know about what I do, or who I really am. So please keep him out of my hair for an hour at least while I sort out this fiasco of such huge proportions.). She then turned and winked at Ranger and left.
Chapter 5- The Secret of unknown Proportions.
She walked away from him into a long corridor, a door slid close behind her cutting her from his view. "Where is she going?" Ranger asked looking at Diamond. "She has some work to do before you can leave." Diamond replied turning towards the stairs and started to climb closely followed by Ranger. Further in the house you could hear as her foot steps grew nearer, she stepped into the room and raised her hand to the Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh, and slid her hand along the side to open it. The painting slid away from the wall and out slid a hand print scan, and eye scan. "Active, scanning in process" said Topaz. "Please place hand on directed plate" she slowly places her palm on the base of the plate and scanning begins.
With the scan complete, the door opened on the panel wall, and Stephanie proceeded to walk through, the walls began to expand revealing a hidden room. This room is the central intelligence centre of her operations. Stephanie glances around and again feels a feeling of love and excitement flow through her veins. She walks into the closet and appears soon after dressed for action in a sexy red leather hot pants shorts with lace up sides, a tight leather top that glides like butter on her skin, her body in toned to perfection.
She turns towards a concealed box in the corner of the room and walks towards it and removes the exterior. Inside the box is the Mask of Retribution, the thing that finally helped her become who she is today Queen of all she sees, she who rules them, she who protects them all over the world. She is High priestess Csilla Stephanie (Protect and crown) Plum. She looked at the mask and began to remember all that was told to her what she experienced.
"Well you see because her origin is Hungarian and her family moved to America to protect her from " the Society" the people who are trying to kill her, because of the Prophecy foretell a beautiful 'maiden' would arise one day to protect the final surviving White Witches. Her name was not given to her by her parents but her great grand mother the former High Priestess Aliz Cili Kartosoplolis, she was Greek in origin and she met a Hungarian woman dying in the street and she forever passed the magic onto her for her life line to protect others and for them to hold the crown of High Priestess.
A week before she left Trenton, Ranger and Morelli she had received a letter, calling her to search the world for other white witches and to protect them, and to rule over them.
She at first ignored the letter until she mentioned it accidentally to her parents at dinner, the there was absolute silence, she glanced up and stared. Her mother said in her commanding tone, "Stephanie, you should go on this journey, your future is at stake." She got up from the table a proceeded to the locked cabinet in the lounge and pulled out a sealed box. "I have been waiting years to give this to you, this is your heritage and the legacy left behind by your Great Grandmother who named you at your birth."
Stephanie took the box and opened it revealing a hand made bold red mask with leather attachments and patterned sexy peek a boo features with slit for revealing and concealing your identity. She was unabashed at its beauty, and something inside her urged her to put it on. Her family watched in awe of the beauty and mystery held within her. With the mask on her eyes changes from, a beautiful blue to a sea green with gold fleck. "Mother" she said, her voice changing to a rich sexy sultry tone. "What's happening to me?"
"Your changing my darling to the person you were born to be." She said smilingly.
Stephanie then changed further to become the witch of mysticism and magic, then her journey began, with her leaving Trenton to go to Hungary to begin her Magical training and her physical training. She traveled the world looking for white witches and to protect them from 'The Society" the men who want their power to control the world.
She places it onto her face and walks to her waiting bike, custom painted in red with white magic symbols painted on it namely, the sun, water, land male and female in modern images. She climbs on her bike and drives into the night to protect the innocent witches from harm.
She rides to the outskirts of Trenton and travels further onto a gravel path way towards the meeting destination of the Witches Council.
She was Queen of the Trenton Coven; therefore she has to be present for all council meetings. She climbs silkily off her bike and strolled to her throne, she gazed upon her loyal subjects presented before her. Most of her covens were nomadic, traveling all the time until an assigned council meeting is called.
I Queen Csilla Stephanie,
"Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
the earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
and will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
The power that was passed down the age,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it.
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild winds rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us
In peace at the end of our days.
And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!" , she said with authority
" Let the Council begin!"
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