The Wytches Tome

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I was born to a middle class family from Moonglow with a happy talent for magic. My father was James Vale, An Arch Magi of Moonglow, my mother was Phoebe Vale, a Proper Alchemist. Along with myself, they had a son, my elder brother, William Vale. He was Five when I was born, already learning proper magery and potion making. My brother loved me dearly, and took care of me as any proper brother would. One night our parents were out and he was watching me, but not well enough.

I remember sitting beside a fire, playing with a small black rock I had found in the garden. I was five years old and just learning some small spells, as I played I said words I remembered. As a five year old child I was innocent, and did not know what I was doing, my life completely changed that night, as I spoke the words I will never forget:

Vas Kal An Mani In Corp Hur Tym

I remember an awful ringing in my ear, burst of fire, and sudden blackness.

When I awoke, I could hear giggling in my ears, alone in a room I remembered to be at a healers. I felt pain in my hands and arms, my entire body was on fire it seemed. I remembered crying out for my mother and father and William. My Mother came to me and calmed me down and explained what had happened. The little black rock I found was more then just a rock, it was more deadly then that, the words I pieced together happened to be a spell to bring about Armageddon. Because I was so young, and didn't know a lot of magic, it did not cause it. What it did was completely disfigure my hands, my body, and my face. The explosion cost me our home, and my brother was also badly hurt. His legs broken, his face scarred. I cried for days from the pain and stupidity I felt.

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The Wytches Tome Aug 20, 2018 5:03:11 GMT

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It took several years for me to gain control of my hands again, and gain the courage to pick up another spell book. I was much more careful, I did not speak spells aloud until I knew exactly what it did. I could hear voices in my head as well, they would tell me to do things, and sometimes I would get bouts of insanity that only my brother could calm. Other children in Moonglow laughed at me, tormented me, and called me 'The little Crone of Glow'. I made it a point to get stronger and work past the disabilities I inflicted upon myself at five years old.

The relationship with my brother that I had, ended. He no longer looked after me, but let me learn the hard way how rough life was. At sixteen he left home for Wind to study, The relationship between my parents wavered greatly, enough that my father had an affair with a woman much younger then him. That's when my sister Avalynn was born. Her mother died in childbirth so she was left to my father. My mother refused to have her in the family, and forced my father to bring her to a church for them to raise. I hated her for it, I have a sister but I could not be there for her as my brother used to be for me?

Father brought her to the Church of Cove, Avatarian. They frowned upon my father but took Avalynn anyway. It would be years before I saw her again. I remember leaving home, upset about losing a little sister, and was approached by a boy my age, named Benjamin. He was handsome, with dark brown hair, and blue eyes. Tall and very fit. He spoke kindly to me, and asked me to meet him at the docks later that night, he wanted to surprise me with it. Of course as a young teenage girl, not thinking, 'what could such a handsome boy want with the ugly girl I am?', I waited till night, and went to the docks. The surprise I found was one that turned my life once again.

I waited on the docks alone for about a half hour, then heard a deep voice behind me. I turned to see four men, twice my size, leering over me as if I were fresh meat. Instantly fear struck my very soul, I tried to evade but stood no chance, even with the advance knowledge I had of magic. My Innocence was taken that night, my body broken once more, and left in a broken, beaten puddle of tears on that dock. I cannot remember how long I laid there a broken shell of myself, I only remembered a scream from one of my best friends, Brenna, I felt her arms around me, lifting me from the ground, and hauling me off to the healers. She stayed with me until I was healed, and made sure I made it home.

I avoided my parents after that, which wasn't hard, when they were involved in their own issues. I decided to leave one night and just walk, I didn't know where I was going but I couldn't stand to hear their arguing anymore. I found myself in this little hut of a home, just outside of Moonglow city. No one was there, but there was something dark about it, I figured if I were to die, I would die. Nothing scared me anymore after that night on the docks. I entered the hut to find it filled with books...dark tomes and a symbol drawn in blood on the floor. Dark magic plagued this hut. I knew I should have turned back and went home, but this place called to my soul.

After finding that place I would go every night to sit and read a book, never daring to take one out of the place. The tomes were filled with dark magic, curses the magi of Moonglow would never dare perform or teach, and filled with guardian knowledge. I would read about how other magical people summoned the guardian, and he would bestow great power to them. I thought of the men at the docks, the laughter I got from Benjamin when he would see me, knowing he broke me. My mind was made up, and I could not turn back now.

The next time I went back, it was under a blood moon, the reagents I needed to cast the spell, and a plan. Well sort of a plan, I didn't know what I was doing really, but I knew I needed to do this. I sat in the middle of the circle that was made, laid out the reagents the spell asked for, and began chanting the Daemonic words in the book. Halfway through I felt my body grow warm, and relax. Black flames shot around me and before me started to form a body of a man. Words could not describe the figure before me, there stood a man cloaked in black, body covered, his face was of red stone.

Once again I knew I messed up, this time, I had summoned the guardian himself to me. Fear gripped my heart as I fell back in a panic. But his voice calmed me as he spoke to me..”Why has thou summoned me?” My mouth opened and spewed all that has happened to me, from the time I found the black rock, years of tormenting voices and anger in my head, losing a sister, the abuse from those men. Before I could stop myself, I fell to my knees before him, and asked for the power to take vengeance upon those that have wronged me, to give me my sanity back, a body that would barely age and would be beautiful once more.

I begged him, and swore my allegiance to him. He held his arms out to me, and drew me in, I felt my body begin to shift and change. I felt power race through my soul, power I would never know without him. He laid me on the floor. I closed my eyes and allowed him to do as he wished, so long as I would get the vengeance I desperately craved I did not care what it took. The night was long, but hours later I walked from that hut, my hair blacker then it has ever been, my skin clear and pure without any burns or scars. Full use of my hands again, and eyes black as coal.

I found those men first, and brought hell upon them all. Power ripped through me and slaughtered them without mercy, I found Benjamin, I held back with him, I disfigured him and left him alive to remember the innocence he stole from me. I left Moonglow, with a new power, a new heart, and a new mind. Nothing would ever hurt me again, not when the Guardian himself was on my side.....

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The Wytches Tome Sept 28, 2018 3:29:28 GMT

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From 18 on I spent my days traveling the lands, finding fellow Wytches and continued learning all forms of magic. I spent a good time in Heartwood with the elves, learning all about Spellweaving and their healing magics. I spent time with the Gargoyles and learned Mysticism. These magics were not my usual choice, but the love of learning forced me to learn it. My favorite was Necromancy. It allowed me to control life in itself and to have the power to control it, empowered me.

Spending those years learning I finally settled in Jhelom for a while where I met a man by the name of John. John was a handsome man with short black hair, deep brown eyes, and the body I believed to be that of a gods. To make the gold I needed to survive, I worked in the local tavern and he would visit me every night, warming my bed, and leave the next morning with promises of bringing me home with him, marriage, and a happy life together. I believed him. At that time in my life I put aside my promises to the Guardian and did not use the magic that was given to me. I believed I was safe and could finally find true happiness.

Over a span of a few weeks he stopped coming to visit me. My heart was broken by this man. I started to have nightmares, every night of my actions in Moonglow. I was being haunted by it. It was as if the guardian was visiting me nightly in my mind, reminding me of my mission. Refusing to act upon it I continued on as if it did not happen. About a month or two after John visited me last, I got violently sick. Certain smells turned my stomach and eating was an issue. I saw a healer and she told me something that changed my life forever. I was Pregnant. I had no idea where John was, I did not know how to find it. I was truly alone with no one but my friends in Jhelom.

I took residence with the healer who told me I was pregnant. An Elderly lady by the name of Jasmine. She took care of me and even taught me her art of healing. Some called her a wytchdoctor, using natural medicines and magic. Others feared her and assumed she was evil. I knew better, I knew true evil.

By the time i was due to have my child, I had learned all I could from my elderly friend. In early Winter, I went into labor, and had my beautiful baby girl. I realized what true happiness was on that day. Without knowing who her father was, She was given my last name, and the name of my teacher, Jasmine. For two years we stayed with her, until her death. My daughter would cry for Grandma Jas, and I would cry with her.

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Having nothing left in Jhelom we took to traveling, my sweet baby girl and I. We visited all over, helping those who needed medical attention and could not afford it. We lived from the Mother land and camped at night. We were happy. Until we entered a town known to be terribly against Wytchcraft in all forms. I knew I had to be careful, but there were people there very sick who needed my help. Now what I did not know is I would happen across the one man I never thought I'd see again. Dressed in a guardsman Uniform, and a wife at his side.

Grief struck my heart in that moment. He was married and committed adultery against his wife, with me? I hooded my hair and kept my eyes low to the ground. I held Jasmine close to me and continued on helping those who needed it. What I did not think about, and never thought would happen in that dreadful town, was my daughter showing her first signs of magic. In the mists of bandaging a wounded soldier, my daughter giggled and said, "Mummy Mummy, I make float". Dread hit my heart as I saw her levitating a pot in front of her.

I could not hide her fast enough, another soldier screamed, "WYTCH! THE CHILD IS A WYTCH!" I grabbed her and tried to flee the city and hide. I was caught against a wall, and did the only thing a cornered mother could do. I fought. I summoned the magic within me that I had put aside for so many years and rained fire down upon the Guardsmen who tried to tear my daughter away from me. "FLEE! Jasmine FLEE from here now! do not look back!" I screamed at my frightened three year old girl. It was no use, they grabbed her as she tried to run, and I had no choice but to stop.

Luck be held the one who snatched her was John, her own Father. I revealed my face and shock struck him. In that moment he knew. He held his daughter in his arms. "Please, spare her, and I will say nothing of Jhelom." A nod is all I got from him. As the other Guardsmen, along with many Templars came and locked me away.

I stayed locked away in that cell for many days, only visited by the church, listening to them tell me I must repent. Throwing holy water in my face, burning brands into my skin. I refused. I was a stubborn Wytch and knew my time had ended. My daughter would be safe with her father, I had to trust in that. I would pay for the crimes I had committed in Moonglow and my curse of serving the Guardian would be at its end. The day finally came and through the small window of the jail I could see a pyre being built in front of the church. Fear struck my soul, but it was the price I had to pay.

Rotten vegetables and fruits were thrown at me as they tied me to a post, throwing stacks of hay, lumber and oil on my legs. I shook in fear, knowing in my death I would not be returning to the ground and be reborn into anything good. I knew my soul would belong to the Guardian and I would be forever cursed. I glanced up finally and saw John, holding my daughter by the arm, forcing her to look at me. I heard his voice tell her “this is what happens to Wytches, Child. Watch her burn and know this could be you.” Anger, Pure anger and rage, this was not what was supposed to happen. So I screamed, “SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER! HOW DARE YOU JOHN! You were supposed to protect her! You promised! As you promised me everything!” The fire was lit. My feet were lit aflame first. Nothing I could ever imagine, not even the pain of childbirth could prepare me for the assault of those flames.

I screamed and nearly fainted, I could hear my child screaming “MOMMY!!! NOOO” , I could hear the Templars and Priests all screaming ...”burn wytch...burn” I opened my eyes one final time to see a man riding a horse, ride into the flames and cut me free of my bindings. Chaos ensued as more men, masked and heavily armed attacked the Yewish Guardsmen. All I could hear was my daughters screams, and then darkness swept over me as I was carried to safety.

I do not know how long it was, but I awoke in a cottage outside of Britain with an elderly couple. My legs were badly burned and tended to. The explained to me that a tall man with black hair brought me there to be cared for. And soon left with a troop of men. It did not take long for my legs to heal, the magic I accepted healed them for me. I thanked the couple and went back to yew under cover of darkness. I hid my identity to the locals and began my search for John and my daughter Jasmine. They were long gone by then. I cried for months, knowing I would never see my girl again.

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