Chapter 1- The Prophecy
Author - Cryptic Edwards
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The Prophecy
Many years ago, a prophecy was cast by the White Witches of the Sacred Coven but not just any coven, but a hidden circle sworn to the preservation of pure goodness.
These witches, alongside ancient wizards, watched over humanity for centuries, waiting for the time when a special being would be born, the one destined to end evil once and for all.
This prophecy was born from a vision.
One of the witches, Julia, stood silently in the circle when suddenly, her eyes rolled back and turned white.
Her arms flung open, her head tilted to the heavens.
The sky darkened.
She was gripped by a powerful premonition, one so strong she could feel death itself approaching her.
When the vision ended, she collapsed to the floor, breathless. Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum.
Shaking, she sipped water as the dizziness faded. She stared at her trembling hands, energy still surging through her body.
Celia head which approached here
“Sister, what is it?”
Julia looked scared as if it had all come to past.
"I saw it. All of it. What is to come."
Celia standing there just wanted answers.
“Tell us, Julia. Tell us everything.”
With worry in her eyes, Julia described her vision: the rise of an unimaginable darkness, and the birth of a child of light she was the one chosen.
Celia wasted no time.
She gathered ancient books, spread them across the chamber floor, and together with the coven, she began preparing the Spell of Prophecy.
Candles flickered. Herbs burned. Words in forgotten tongues echoed across stone walls. The coven voted in unison to enact the spell.
Julia brewed a sacred potion. Celia drank it slowly as Julia held her sister’s stomach, whispering a prayer to the Highest one above.
“Lord of Light, Creator of All,” she said, “send us the angel who will restore balance.”
And so it was done.
An Earth angel, the first to ever walk the earth — was sent through a heavenly portal to take human form.
He would fall in love with a White Witch, and their child would be born of both magic and spirit.
A child like no other would be pure, with a powerful destined.
But the prophecy came with a risk.
Unbeknownst to the witches, a counter-prophecy was created in the shadows.
Should the child stray from her path, she could be tempted by darkness… and become the very thing they feared.
Later, Julia pulled Celia aside feeling a bit unease.
“Are you sure, Celia? Are you sure this can be done?”
Celia looked at Julia with a purpose that had to be done.
“It’s not about being sure. It’s about belief. I believe my daughter will be the one to restore what will be lost.
At that moment, a whirlwind tore through the coven. The witches stood in a circle, chanting. A pink light descended from above and landed gently on Celia.
She smiled.
“It is done”
