Drop Of Blood In Humanity

History Of The Three Tribes

‘Now i don't know who you are or how did you know that we would be coming in the first place’ the witch inquired, grinning harshly. Similar to an alligator grin.

’My name is Branch Arrow, the Alpha of my pack and right next to me is Clairo Aldaine, a vampire.’ He congested with belief.

‘You want to know how I knew you were coming, well that's simple. We had heard from one of your fellow mates that you would be coming to our town very shortly. 

'Of course I didn't expect you to be coming so soon.’ Branch stated, consternation had occurred.

‘Of course that backstabber. Telling you that we would be coming. I should have known sooner.’’ the wizard hissed, pointing her wand towards her hair. 

The wizard hiss was cognately loud as a snake, pointing her wand onto her hair.

‘Wait before you enact war upon us. I want to know why, why do you want to destroy all supernatural beings that are not born naturally' Clairo said stepping backwards, her hand outwards in the front.

'It doesn't make much sense to me. We all want the same thing in the end, eventually. What good will inflicting war upon us do.' Clairo questioned.

 Clairo said flinging her hands about for gesture, walking around the ancient witches in circles with a harsh tone of voice. That you wouldn’t know if it was her who was speaking or not.  Clairo shifted her shoulders upwards, sighing as she moved her hands up and down.  

'Will it make you happy knowing that you have armed us for vengeance.

 You can enact war towards us and every supernatural being that you manage to come across. Heres the thing though at what price though? What good will it do and is it worth it? What life path will that lead you on ‘’ Branch shifted her shoulders and looked straight downwards.

‘’I've had enough with people questioning our life choices. It's disgusting.’’ The witch stared at them, repulsively.

I've had enough with people being moral. It's disgusting.’’ The witch looked at them repulsively.  

 ’You want to know why we want to destroy all supernatural beings that were not born by the soil of nature. Well it begins with a real life story. One that happened over three thousands years ago-

‘We didn't ask for a story we asked for an explanation!’ Clairo scratched her hair feeling enraged, agitated.

‘’Well Clairo to get to the explanation it starts with a story. So you will shut up and listen to the story no matter what’ the witch said discouragingly.

To reveal all of the ancient secrets of this town it begins with a story. The witch cracked her knuckles, twisted her neck with a discouragingly look.  

’You want to know why we want to destroy all supernatural beings that were not born by the soil of nature. Well it begins with a real life story. One that happened over three thousands years ago-

‘We didn't ask for a story we asked for an explanation!’ Clairo scratched her hair feeling enraged.

‘’Well Clairo to get to the explanation it starts with a story. So you will shut up and listen to the story no matter what’ the witch said discouragingly.

‘It happened three thousand years ago. In this town, in a land where there used to be farms, crops and everything you could have wished for. People knew one another, were friendly towards each other. They all lived in harmony for thousands of years. Witches were happy and would even treat mortals with respect but that was a time when mortals were not afraid of witches and would have a profound understanding and respect of us. But then everything changed.' She walked along to a tree near the corner, Branch and Clairo followed.

 'Three thousand years ago, the unimaginable happened. Dark arts was unheard of at the time for it was seen as evil so not many folks would even bother to learn the skill of the Dark Arts magic. A fellow young wizard who had been skilled in the Dark Art was one day practicing the skill of the dark arts with dangerous incantations, alchemy, and potions, not knowing the effect that it would have on not only him but our world.

 'The spell went badly wrong, and it created violence and the most dangerous creatures known in all of existence. The spell created Werewolves, Vampires and after that spell that created them, nothing was ever the same again. The witches were torn apart because of the wolves and vampires. Witches were killed and murdered to the point where we had to go into hiding because we feared them'. 

'Witches tried to be friendly to the wolves and the vampires but the three tribes could never get along. All because of the wolves and the vampires arrogance. The three tribes became sworn enemies since the very spell that created them. Witches no longer lived in harmony anymore, mortals who had opened the doors to us now had the power to shut us out. We lived in constant fear and lost so many loved ones. That was the end of the union between witches and mortals, the end of peace and unity.’  the beautiful witch said, almost began to tear up.

The witch closed her eyes, remembering the old days, feeling that she was right back there to when she first started. Remembering the days of the war between the three tribes alike, coming into her mind like the epiphany of a vision.  

‘Wow, what a story. So the reason you want to destroy all the supernaturals is be-

’It is because of how they tore us witches apart.

 'Destroyed us with violence, death and painfully enough, war. The Werewolves and the Vampires blamed us for their pain that was caused by the young wizard boy.'

'It was a mistake. He made a mistake that he had lived to regret in the near future.' The witch distiquitidly uttered. 

So, we must destroy the two tribes if that is the last thing we do. We are the first supernatural beings in all of existence. You can’t win against us.’’  the witch spit out her worm like tongue.  

'You don't want to make an enemy of us; the first supernatural beings in all of existence.  You choose to make an enemy of us then it will just make us kill you faster but when you don't make an enemy of us we call kill you slowly, slower than a mortal heartbeat.’’  the witch declared exasperatedly.

'Either way, you will still die' The witch smiled fiercely. 

‘’Inquinay dele vido’’ the witch waved her hand, spoke the incantation, that lifted Branch up into the air, using force of the spell, the witch flung Branch so hard that he hit like a rock, hard to the ground floor. The witch smirked.