A Tale of Paranormals

Witch Trial Day

Today, after escorting Mr. Fredrick and his wife for a ‘witch’ trial today, she got home and met her mother carrying an axe, about going into the woods to cut down some trees for firewood.

She didn't hesitate to carry the axe from her. Her mother protested but Amarantia won't hear any of it. She and her mother had a staring contest, the end result being her mother losing and giving up with a sigh.

With a s**t eating grin, she changed into something warmer – it was currently winter – and went out into the wood with her friend John.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” John asked.

Amarantia peered down at him with a bemused smile.

"I'm just thinking about the stupidity of humans. They fear what they have yet to see, understand or know." Amarantia replied.

There was a moment of silence before she looked up the night sky.

"Looks like it will be a full moon tomorrow." She told him, whilst smiling at him.

“Finally. I can't wait to feel my human limbs again.” Her companion huffed out in anticipation, drawing a chuckle from her.

John was human once upon a time. On his way back home, he accidentally splattered mud on a Magkas when riding his house.

He apologized heartedly, but it seemed that the Magkas have a mean and s******c steak in her. She cursed John and ever since then, he has been a wolf. A weird, big a*s wolf.

Amarantia found him while he was defending himself from angry pack of wild wolves. She rescued him and had compassion on him. Ever since then, she has been finding a way to turn him back, but to no avail.

The only breakthrough she has achieved is that on full moons, he will turn back to a human being for the night. If she were to be a pureblood Magkas, she would have turned him back fully a long time ago.

Nymkas can talk to any animals or creatures, and also understand them.

This ability is known as an All Speak. This made it easier for her and John to communicate.

Amara had a theory that an animal spirit or goddess blessed them because of a good deed done by one of her ancestors, or something. Seeing as how her and her family are animal lovers, it won’t be surprising if her theory isn’t correct.

After hacking down medium sized trees into small bits and loading them on the horse driven wagon, they were on their way back home when suddenly, a snow storm hit them.

Because they couldn't see where they were going, they diverted from the road to their village and got lost. They went deeper into the forest and now John was getting concerned for Amarantia.

There was much a person could take and the same goes for Amarantia, human or not.

Suddenly, they could see a silhouette of a house ahead and Amarantia started thanking Mother Magic for her mercies. They hurried through the thick snow and got to the entrance of the house – no, mansion.

Amarantia stared at the gothic like house with a frown and her lips pursed in a thin line.

“It seems that it's been abandoned.” She said with a hesitant voice. And that made it better. Not. Who knew how messed up it is inside there.

A shiver went down her spine and she honestly didn’t know if it was because of the cold or something else. With a sigh, she made the decision to go in.

She freed her horse of its burden and started herding it to follow her. For some reason, it was resisting her, and John seemed to be somewhat tense.

She flickered her hand and the mighty doors open. She dragged her horse inside and hurriedly willed the door close, both to stop the snow from coming in and to stop her horse from escaping into the snow storm.

The house was quiet large on the inside. Very large. And it looked like there was no living soul in it.

‘But why do I get the feeling I’m being watched?’ Amarantia thought, shoulders tense and eyes darting from one dark corner to the other. She snapped her fingers and a ball of fire appeared above her, lighting up where she stood.

Amarantia walked further in with John at her side, seeing as her horse didn't move an inch anymore.

“Hello?” She called out. "Is anybody home?"

She looked around and gulped a little.

“It seems that it's really abandoned John.” She whispered to her friend. She kept looking around, still unnerved and tense when she sighted a portrait hanging on the wall on the far end.

She walked over to it and inhaled sharply.

The man on it was simply beautiful.

Whosoever drew it was very talented, Amarantia had to give them that. She was still observing the portrait when suddenly, John began to snarl and growl at the direction of the grand stairs.

“What is it John?” She asked, heart beginning to pump with adrenaline.

“We are not alone.” John growled out, barring his sharp teeth.

Amarantia raised her right hand and two blue seals appeared on both sides of her, ready to throw deadly ice shards at the person or creature.

Two red glowing eyes can be seen on top of the stairs.

"Who's there? Show yourself." Amarantia ordered.

The shadow began walking down the stairs and towards her.

“You know, it's very rude to enter into someone's home unannounced.” A deep baritone said, clearly belonging to the shadow covered figure.

As the being got close to into the light that Amarantia's circles provided, she couldn't hold in the gasp that left her mouth.

The man before her was too beautiful to be earthly.

He had a head full of mid-back length, curly platinum blond hair that was tied up in a high ponytail, with some strands slightly cover his red eyes.

He looks is that of a rich aristocrat, and Amarantia won't be surprised if he was one. He might be at around 6’6 – not surprising seeing as he was a Daemon. His body was covered by a dark cloak.

“My, just by looking at you, I can tell that your blood will be delicious.” The man… creature said. He smiled a blood thirsty grin and Amarantia took notice of the pair of deadly fangs.

Her brain started clicking and it short circuited at her discovery. Crimson eyes, deadly fangs and out of this world beauty… this man is a-

“Vampyre!” She exclaimed and before she could change to a fire spell, the Vampire appeared suddenly in front of her and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her on a nearby wall, the collision making a dent on said wall.

‘He's fast!’ Amarantia thought as the air was knocked out of her due to the strong impact, and also because he was crushing her wind pipe.