THE FOURTH QUART
ing is
thin
lack for the past one week. It is almost as if the Guardians
as a strong gust of wind sweeps
not n
hey could mess with the mystic items. Fortified with a thousand generation worth of protection spell
ere, and I have a feeling that every single Sa
have ruled Blood Moon District. During the course of their reign, there
t such generational years of pe
rengthen their arsenal of sp
day upon a revelation that was shown to me while I and the sist
ck me, and I froze. Startling electricity shot through my bo
t was I
y glowed a bright, beautiful gold, the colour
indeed. She lay on her back, on quilt made of the brightest whit
plets fell from her eyes. Around her, dead witc
e powers that emanated from the
s, alluding to the witches' most powerful to
one I have ever seen in my three hundre
h her, to see i
he held out her little fingers and shot sparks int
l just happened. But how could I explain it? Even I do not understand what had taken place
ike our salvation and
al connection to the underworld. I need to find out from
ear the voices that sing our doom. I really need to know if the witc
m, any normal being would believe the deception. The dinning room image is
ve. Where the spirits can interact freely
ng to select the items needed for
from the hundredth branch of the sacred oak tree, and the most impo
tches to guard my path. The journey I am about to embark on is a dangerous one. If I loose my focus at any point
tribution, and the red ones for
, when all the dead witches come alive to
ck smoke rises from the mixture, gradually becom
re. It burns a bright green, mean
d begin the ancien
d witches and the underworld. It also summons
, the witch of death, or
be
wake, burning bright, never dim. Protectors of our sacred place, arise from your peace
Sacred Guardian prepares to make her appearance. An eery chi
e, representing the purity of the dead guard
s and spill your light. The days of mayhem do
formidable whirl wind that whips my hair wildly again
turns white, representing the Guardian
e gradually transforms into one
draped in a pure white cloak. Her
e has decided to grace
tself. I have to avert my gaze to avoided being blinde
magnitude of her power. All other powers in the coven bec
suspended in mid air, her beautiful hair whipped by the wind in all directi
ooden floors. Then she looks in my di
eak now, and do not leave but a
tter or Honey dew. I try in vain to control my trembli
er entire body shimmered with a thousand rays from the sun of the solstice. When she opened her eyes, I was left awestruck from the magnitu
the abundance of your power and look into the realms of the future. Does the Sacred Coven
rm bells hung over the windows to ward off evil had st
begins
Her hair lies around her like a silver halo,
iendship. A sacred tale of l
sorrowful tone. Her song now weave
the realization th
sion of the grin
epy, eery even. But to every pureblooded witc
deathly silence reigns o
rd she utters, my fears are confirmed.
mption, but she will also b
you sure
t Sarah's n
be a bit of a worrywart. It kind of slows us down. Perhaps she was no
our because it suits my mood. Dread, sorrow, and beneath
arah. We will ge
the forlorn gathering o
g Alpha will have no choice but to sur
istrict peacefully for centuries. But lately, there have been agitations by the current ruling fa
breaks out, the fate of the witches might be death or sentence to the Abyss,
about this." Says Delilah
ld for ourselves. We are very capable of transcending into a di
iah, one of the protecto
and disapproval from the other Sacred Witches.
t Fourth Quarter Witch, all other witches have a duty to listen to, and obey me.
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 Moo
We are fortified. Our powers will cloak us from danger. Now, stop mutt
th floor and an unbreakable force field of protection instantl
d by wolves of the Blood Moon Pack. Although wolves and witches live pe
ing Alpha hasn't done much to promote ou
c that can only be detected by dark witches of the underworld, witch
ur hearts, but also wit
n my head that persistently tel