Here is a story I wrote a LONG time ago, probably my senior year of high school actually. And.... well.... here it is.
Once upon a time.. (which is how all great stories begin) there was a witch, Orchid. She was young and still learning the ways of a witch. She had pale skin and stood about axe high. One day, while being garbed in a purple and black dress she ventured out into the woods behind her home. She entered the forest and suddenly felt as though something was calling her forward. For hours she traveled, following the voices call. She followed until she came into eyes view of a hut. It was made of tree branches, leaves, moss, and other things one could find in woods.
Slowly she started stepping closer to the hut and the calling stopped. With each step the young girl took she aged on year. By the time she was at the entrance she was old enough to be a young adult, ready to marry probably. Suddenly a man came out dressed in a cloak made of leather with a hood that hid his face. Though she could not see him there was something about him, an aura almost, that she felt, and it sent goosebumps up and down her back. She raised her hand to cast a quick spell but the man grabbed her hand and spun into her, giving him good position to elbow her in the gut. Knocking her out.
An undetermined amount of time later, she woke, while in the process of being violated by the strange man. her legs were up in the air rested on his shoulders and he was thrusting into her. Once he noticed her awaken he went deeper and she let out a loud moan. Once again the goosebumps went up and down her back. But this time she let it embrace her.
Using one arm as leverage she raised her torso and un hooded the man. The light from outside revealed a face that was young and healthy but she sensed a deep hidden darkness that was old and destructive behind his eyes. Eyes that were colored a pale blue, eyes which tempted her and seduced her. She had always been told one day she would find love, and that it would come in an unexpected way. She wrapped her arms around the man and he lowered her slowly onto her back.
Hours later this ritual ended with both man and woman satisfied.
"I love you." the witch said to the man. But he did not speak, he did not even glance at her. He got up with a jolt and left the sanctity of the hut.
Depression hit her in a way she never thought possible. Outside she heard the words of incantations being spoken. She looked out and saw her sisters chanting and the man chanting as well.
"No!" She yelled. Frantic. She knew this would not end well. So fast as she could she ran to interrupt the quarrel. Both parties finished their chanting and deployed what seemed like lights of various colors at each other. They met in a collision which thundered thruought the woods, and shook the trees.
When the smoke cleared the young witches body lay in the middle where the powers met. She had returned to the tender age she was upon entering the woods. She was once again wearing her purple and black dress. her face was peaceful and she had not a scratch on her. The man walked over and put his hand on the girls stomach, as the witches stood frozen, in complete despair for the fact they played a part in killing their sister.
The man reached under the dress as the witches watched, now moving closer to the frail pale body. When he pulled his hand out there was a cry, it came from a bloody wet baby. he wrapped it in his arms, wiping the mess off of its face with his hands, and walked back to the hut.
The witches picked up the cold dead body of their sister. realizing they had played a role in the game of the shaman. He had taken, and made life, without ever saying a word, or ever sharing his love. Such is the curse the shaman keeps.
Once upon a time.. (which is how all great stories begin) there was a witch, Orchid. She was young and still learning the ways of a witch. She had pale skin and stood about axe high. One day, while being garbed in a purple and black dress she ventured out into the woods behind her home. She entered the forest and suddenly felt as though something was calling her forward. For hours she traveled, following the voices call. She followed until she came into eyes view of a hut. It was made of tree branches, leaves, moss, and other things one could find in woods.
Slowly she started stepping closer to the hut and the calling stopped. With each step the young girl took she aged on year. By the time she was at the entrance she was old enough to be a young adult, ready to marry probably. Suddenly a man came out dressed in a cloak made of leather with a hood that hid his face. Though she could not see him there was something about him, an aura almost, that she felt, and it sent goosebumps up and down her back. She raised her hand to cast a quick spell but the man grabbed her hand and spun into her, giving him good position to elbow her in the gut. Knocking her out.
An undetermined amount of time later, she woke, while in the process of being violated by the strange man. her legs were up in the air rested on his shoulders and he was thrusting into her. Once he noticed her awaken he went deeper and she let out a loud moan. Once again the goosebumps went up and down her back. But this time she let it embrace her.
Using one arm as leverage she raised her torso and un hooded the man. The light from outside revealed a face that was young and healthy but she sensed a deep hidden darkness that was old and destructive behind his eyes. Eyes that were colored a pale blue, eyes which tempted her and seduced her. She had always been told one day she would find love, and that it would come in an unexpected way. She wrapped her arms around the man and he lowered her slowly onto her back.
Hours later this ritual ended with both man and woman satisfied.
"I love you." the witch said to the man. But he did not speak, he did not even glance at her. He got up with a jolt and left the sanctity of the hut.
Depression hit her in a way she never thought possible. Outside she heard the words of incantations being spoken. She looked out and saw her sisters chanting and the man chanting as well.
"No!" She yelled. Frantic. She knew this would not end well. So fast as she could she ran to interrupt the quarrel. Both parties finished their chanting and deployed what seemed like lights of various colors at each other. They met in a collision which thundered thruought the woods, and shook the trees.
When the smoke cleared the young witches body lay in the middle where the powers met. She had returned to the tender age she was upon entering the woods. She was once again wearing her purple and black dress. her face was peaceful and she had not a scratch on her. The man walked over and put his hand on the girls stomach, as the witches stood frozen, in complete despair for the fact they played a part in killing their sister.
The man reached under the dress as the witches watched, now moving closer to the frail pale body. When he pulled his hand out there was a cry, it came from a bloody wet baby. he wrapped it in his arms, wiping the mess off of its face with his hands, and walked back to the hut.
The witches picked up the cold dead body of their sister. realizing they had played a role in the game of the shaman. He had taken, and made life, without ever saying a word, or ever sharing his love. Such is the curse the shaman keeps.