Alpha's Forbidden Desire

SACRED COVEN OF THE FOURTH QUARTER WITCHES, 1215 Something is coming. Something bad. The witches' orb of good fortune has been glowing a deathly black for the past one week. It is almost as if the Guardians of the Solstice are trying to communicate our impending doom. I wrap my coat tightly around me as a strong gust of wind sweeps through the impenetrable coven. That's not normal. The Sacred Coven is designed in such a way that the natural elements are not allowed to come in as they could mess with the mystic items. Fortified with a thousand generation worth of protection spells, it is undoubtedly the strongest and safest place in Blood Moon District, if not the entire world. Like I said earlier, something is wrong somewhere, and I have a feeling that every single Sacred Witch maybe caught in a deadly crossfire. For centuries, the Fourth Quarter Witches and the pure blood werewolves have ruled Blood Moon District. During the course of their reign, there have been absence of war, or any kind of conflict really, between the two. But every witch should know that such generational years of peace is uncanny. War is coming. Every Sacred Witch should strengthen their arsenal of spells and destructive potions. But that's a story for another day. I have come to the coven today upon a revelation that was shown to me while I and the sisters performed rituals of the solstice under the revered oak tree. During the course of the ritual, I felt a heady sensation rock me, and I froze. Startling electricity shot through my body, spiking my senses and calling to my supernatural powers. And what was I shown? A baby. A beautiful baby girl. Her entire body glowed a bright, beautiful gold, the colour of royalty and leadership amongst the witches. I had shut my eyes with the hope of seeing more, and I saw more indeed. She lay on her back, on quilt made of the brightest white. Her eyes were closed and her little face was twisted in agony. Her piercing cry rent the forest and golden droplets fell from her eyes. Around her, dead witches, now Guardians of the Solstice, stood guard. Then she opened her eyes and the powers that emanated from them almost knocked me off my feet. Her eyes shot golden sparks in all directions, alluding to the witches' most powerful tool, The Rose of Eternal Death and Longetivity. The power that oozed from her is like none I have ever seen in my three hundred years of practicing the sacred craft. I tried to touch her, to see if she was real. When I got close enough to touch, she struck me. She held out her little fingers and shot sparks into my body, throwing me harshly against the oak tree. The sisters surrounded me, their eyes wide with horror, all demanding to know what the hell just happened. But how could I explain it? Even I do not understand what had taken place. In all my life as a sacred witch, I have never seen a vision so realistic. So unnerving. How can a baby look like our salvation and doom at the same time? That is why I am here tonight. I need to create a spiritual connection to the underworld. I need to find out from the Guardians of the Solstice if we are really in danger. I have seen the dark cloud that hangs over our sacred coven. I can hear the voices that sing our doom. I really need to know if the witches should begin fortifying themselves…if we should prepare for war. I go into the consultation room. Furnished like a large, formal dinning room, any normal being would believe the deception. The dinning room image is a mirage. Only a true witch can see past the deception to what is underneath. This room is where all the magic come alive. Where the spirits can interact freely, and where magical potions are concocted. I walk to the tool table, proceeding to select the items needed for my semi journey to the underworld. A clover, a feather from the rarest breed of peacock birds, a leaf from the hundredth branch of the sacred oak tree, and the most important ingredient, water from the sacred stream of the witches' tomb. I gather the items and move to the centre of the room, beginning my ritual with a silent call to the Guardian witches to guard my path. The journey I am about to embark on is a dangerous one. If I loose my focus at any point, I could be attacked by the dark witches of the underworld and my soul will be lost to the great beyond forever. I light the black candles of retribution, and the red ones for war and blood in a semicircle. The semi circle represents the half moon, when all the dead witches come alive to perform rituals under the sacred oak tree. I burn the feathers and the cloves together. Black smoke rises from the mixture, gradually becoming white as it rises to the star shaped ceiling. I sit, cross legged before the fire. It burns a bright green, meaning my offering has been accepted. I close my eyes and begin the ancient summoning chant. The chant serves as a chain between the sacred witches and the underworld. It also summons the appearance of one of the Guardian Witches. Either the witch of life, the witch of death, or the witch of the future. I begin, "Guardian Witches of our land, gone to rest but still alive. Eternal spirits forever awake, burning bright, never dim. Protectors of our sacred place, arise from your peaceful slumber. A secret lies, a mystery unsolved. Show yourself and bring forth answers." My voice raises, each octave going higher and higher as the Sacred Guardian prepares to make her appearance. An eery chill sweeps over the room, followed by a strong gust of wind. The white and black smoke appear side by side, representing the purity of the dead guardian witches and the evil of the dark witches. "Pure spirits, oh divine. Conquer the darkness and spill your light. The days of mayhem doth come near. Guardian spirit please appear!" The white and dark smoke become one, morphing into a formidable whirl wind that whips my hair wildly against my face, and throws magical items around the room. The now single gust of smoke gradually turns white, representing the Guardian Spirits' defeat of the reign of darkness. I watch, enthralled as the smoke gradually transforms into one of the Sacred Guardian Witches. She has flowing white hair, and is draped in a pure white cloak. Her eyes shimmer brighter than diamonds. The Witch of the Future has decided to grace us with her presence. Her eyes shine brighter than the sun of the solstice itself. I have to avert my gaze to avoided being blinded by eyes that can see a million years into the future. I bow in reverence, awed by the physical and and spiritual magnitude of her power. All other powers in the coven become subdued. Even my witches' spark dies a temporary death. The Queen Mother is here. Everyone else will have to bend a knee. She stands suspended in mid air, her beautiful hair whipped by the wind in all directions. The glow in her eyes gradually dim, revealing two sharp silver-gray orbs. She lowers until her feet touch the wooden floors. Then she looks in my direction and goosebumps cover my skin. "Why do you summon me, child? Speak now, and do not leave but a single word out of your speech." Her voice is soft and melodious. Smooth like melted butter or Honey dew. I try in vain to control my trembling heart. When I speak, my voice is shaky with nerves. "I had a revelation, oh great Queen Mother. A premonition, so to say. I saw a baby, a golden child. Her hair glowed like fine, spun gold, her entire body shimmered with a thousand rays from the sun of the solstice. When she opened her eyes, I was left awestruck from the magnitude of her power. She emitted strength that I have never before witnessed, strength that is capable of bringing an entire army to its knees. There have been signs, oh Sacred Witch. Signs of our impending doom. I beg that you utilise the abundance of your power and look into the realms of the future. Does the Sacred Coven sharpen its talisman in preparation for war? This is my humble supplication, Queen Mother." For a moment, the coven is deathly still. Even the charm bells hung over the windows to ward off evil had stopped tinkling a while ago. The room is eerily silent. Then she begins to sing. I raise my head and stare at her in wonder. Her hair lies around her like a silver halo, framing her face in an almost blinding white. Her song tells a story of friendship. A sacred tale of longevity, peace and happiness. Then she switches to a darker, more sorrowful tone. Her song now weaves a tale of pain, disease…and war. My heart drops with the realization that I know this song. The witches' version of the grin reaper's tune. To every normal human, the song may sound creepy, eery even. But to every pureblooded witch, the song sends a message. A strong message. Suddenly, she stops and deathly silence reigns over the coven once more. Then she begins to speak. With every word she utters, my fears are confirmed. She brings good news and horrible news. This child will be our redemption, but she will also be our greatest destruction. *** "Anna, are you sure about this?" I look up at Sarah's nervous tone. A recently initiated witch and one of our newest recruits, Sarah can be a bit of a worrywart. It kind of slows us down. Perhaps she was not ready for the responsibilities that come with being a sacred witch. I wrap my black cloak tighter around me. I choose the colour because it suits my mood. Dread, sorrow, and beneath all the falsely portrayed self confidence, a bit of fear. "Do not worry, Sarah. We will get through this." My gaze sweeps through the forlorn gathering of darkly cloaked witches. "We will all get through this. The King Alpha will have no choice but to surrender to the will of our Queen Mother." Even I hear the doubt in my voice. The Sacred Witches and The King Alphas have ruled Blood Moon District peacefully for centuries. But lately, there have been agitations by the current ruling family, the St. Pierre's, on the need for the King Alphas to assume full rulership of the district. The Blood Moon Pack wolves outnumber the Sacred Witches by hundreds. If a war breaks out, the fate of the witches might be death or sentence to the Abyss, a place so silent and still, it can drive any normal witch crazy within days. "I have a very bad feeling about this." Says Delilah, one of our Chief witches. "I still stand by my idea. Let's just migrate…or create a world for ourselves. We are very capable of transcending into a different dimension. We could ask the Guardian Witches for help." This is coming from Zeruiah, one of the protectors of the sacred oak tree. Her little speech is met by choruses of approval and disapproval from the other Sacred Witches. This could spiral out of control really quickly. I raise my staff and silence immediately descends on the gathering. As the highest Fourth Quarter Witch, all other witches have a duty to listen to, and obey me. I communicate directly from the Guardian Witches, therefore, my decision is final. "Listen to me, all ye sacred witches of the solstice, and listen good. We are not cowards. The Guardian Witches never taught us to run away from our problems. Today we will have to face the King Alpha, scared, doubtful or not. The prophecy is set to come to pass here in Blood Moon District. If we transcend, we would still have to come back here and face a possible war when it is time for the birth of the mystic child. And anyways, we are not going to the King Alpha's domain unprotected. We are fortified. Our powers will cloak us from danger. Now, stop muttering like a group of indignant children and let's begin our journey." I do not wait for their reply. I tap my staff twice on the Earth floor and an unbreakable force field of protection instantly covers the coven. That should keep it safe until our return. We begin our journey to the other side of Blood Moon District, dominated by wolves of the Blood Moon Pack. Although wolves and witches live peacefully in the district, we never mix. We all just stay on our own side. The installation of Logan St.pierre as King Alpha hasn't done much to promote our already strained relationship either. We are all fortified with protection spells and cloaking magic, magic that can only be detected by dark witches of the underworld, witches' whose main purpose is to use the craft to create eternal darkness. We move with doubt in our hearts, but also with courage and strength. But I cannot ignore the voice in my head that persistently tells me that this might be the end.