Dianna (a short story)

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Dianna (a short story)

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This is the prologue to a short story I am working on, please let me know what you think.

Do what yet will, but ye none. This the first rule that all witches learn, but when physical magick re-entered the world, there were those who believed that the rules had changed.

In the beginning those who were good and true stood firm against the tide of evil. Witches of all paths, green, white, Diannic, whatever they be, join in defense of the people. That was of course until the dark ones began working their magicks into those who were not gifted, turning them into strange and malevolent creatures capable of horrific feats of magickal power.

It was on the 1st of October, 2018, when a procession of white gowns, high heeled black leather boots, and green tunics joined to form a wall around a town that the dark ones were preparing to attack. They good witches joined hands and held up their arms and began to chant, and around the entire town a shield of energy formed. From behind this wall of men and women witches came a storm of others, each of them a witch as well, but each armed not just with magick, but a blessed sword and consecrated shield.

The dark ones stood, watching, each of them, in all their greater numbers, with a smirk upon their face. They had been waiting for this day to come, their finest hour would be had, and in this final battle they would put an end to any and all who stood against them. The darkness would envelope the world once again and the self-proclaimed witch king James Thornton would have no one, to stand against him.

The dark ones launched their assault. Their horrendous creations summoned dark magick against the warriors of light. The fighting grew fierce, many had fallen but still the vile horde pushed. The warriors of good saw their numbers dwindling under the onslaught, but still they fought on. Suddenly the sky grew dark and the Witch King appeared upon the battlefield.

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In the town over which that protective barrier was cast, there was a small blue home. Outside the house stood three witches, a woman, a man, and one who was neither. The woman was dressed in white and wore golden jewelry. The man was draped in green. He was lean, with a beard of salt and pepper, and carried a staff of oak with a carved deer’s head as its staffhead. The one who embodied both genders, and appeared to be more woman than man was dressed in a black skirt and corset. She had long black hair, which was braided with bells and silver scales woven into the braids. She wore jewelry of many colors and had a tattoo of vines that ran the length of her left arm.

From the little blue house stepped a young women with a child in her arms. She looked desperately to the three that stood before her, and began to cry. She handed her baby to the white witch and fell to the ground. The witch in black kneeled down beside the young woman and comforted her. The crying woman asked why should could not come with them, and the white witch told her that it was the only way they could save the child.

The green witch looked to his companions and nodded his head. The three turned down the road and began to walk towards a carriage with no horse. As they neared the carriage, four stags appeared from a small grouping of trees and approached the carriage. As the white and the black witch entered the carriage the green witch fastened magickal ropes from thin air, made of reeds and vines, to the four stags and jumped onto the driving seat. With whip of the reigns the stags jolted the carriage forward and the trio, with the baby, rode their way away from the fight.

Three miles out of the town, the carriage came to a slow as a loud bang came from the direction of the town. The green witch turned to look behind him to watch as the protective barrier fell, and screams roared upwards to fill the air. Fire and fury were all that was left there, there would be few, if any, survivors.

“It would appear that it is just the three of us left now.” The white witch said as she lifted her head, eyes awash with tears as she looked at the black witch.

“There are four of us now” the black which said as she looked at the child in the white witches arms, “and in sixteen years’ time, there will be more.”

“By the goddess, there is blood to be paid for this day” the green witch whispered to himself as his fists clenched around the reigns, and the eyes of his carved deer head staff glowed with fire that lashed out in the air as the carriage strode along.
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Re: Dianna (a short story)

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It's a good beginning. Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern series started as a short story. I can see a lot of potential in Dianna.

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