Witches Of Westhood

The land of nowhere as its called by people living in the present times,full of mysteries anxious pleasures that you'll all want to know even before i start this long story sensing to be of all times.

It all started long long time ago when people used white finger magic to cure their diseases and solve various cultural and social problems concerning them. Most of all income is generated here,due to the fact that people come from miles away for attaining cure and defense in this merely remembered land of Westhood.

Alen,the king of Westhood posses two sons Eric and Herol,and a beautiful looking daughter named Lucia. It's obvious for the first son to be crowned King as the father passes away.

And today in Westhood King Alen is walking out on the balcony of his castle starring down at the people who really loved and appreciated the time he's been ruling Westhood.

A broader smile by the King indicated something good to happen today,in a glance the city is disneyfied at every expense one would imagine of.

"Others said am a Lion"said the king, "Yet the eastern people say it's not the King i deserve to be called but also the unwreaked"he continued. This time his eyes facing up the blue deep colours of the skies."No man has ever retained honor and respect to an extent some even dare want to praise too",the king still insists.

The majority of Westhood men and women stood almost still awaiting for the next words from King Alen.

He takes a step forward heel kick of his foot hits greatly on the flow."People!,as i age ninety or something.It's now high time i let go of the truth that goes on mushrooming inside me".The king now looked sad and enduring deeply the sorrow in him,in other words the truth kills him from the inside. "And some think that am sad to leave my royalty,no!",he pounds his voice angrily."I see pain,I see shadows allover me,I see..."now King's sound diminishes and continues"I see nobody but me,cold with no bread or honey no braeth"he stopped for a couple of seconds taking a deep breath,"Death it is my dear"and concluded.

King Alen is now getting back the mood and proceeds."No one will escape it so am glad today,I present to you my beloved inheritor of Westwood!,Eric...!"they all applause in a vigorous manner with some young girls sounds acclaiming to love this man."Yes,yes,yes...now that's my son"Eric steps slowly forward near his father's back he's smiling too."my son that every son would take advantage of his courage as an inspiration.

I present to you your future leader of Westwood,Eric Abe son of a Lion"the King is smiling at the audience and slowly looks back to his son.

"Welcome giant cub of mine,talk to them bravely don't ashame me kid",off the King goes away to the back on his golden chair that's lion charted.

"All hail King Alen the lion of the west the unwreaked",Eric now speaks,all the crowd love him and adore his father.This makes him feel strong and comfortable to speak all he's got in his mouth,for now he's about to be crowned the King to be."People of Westwood!,with my father you've done the undone yet, you climbed hills and mountains, crossed rivers, lakes,oceans and wildest seas to become the strongest kingdom of this century",people scream this time louder than before in hearing what's being spoken by Eric."I know lots of income here is through the White finger"the crowd mutes for a while then Eric raises his white finger up.

The white finger is the one that every citizen of Westwood possessed, this was signified by the black nails on the fourth finger,it cures any unconsciousness in a human body yet no place on earth its found than in Westwood. Automatically people from allover the world came in this area for treatments. Still this white finger magic imprisons all kinds of demons and witchcrafts in humans' history.

Powers of the white fingers differed from person long as schools taught how to use this magic from age to age so the most professional ones used it as explained.But for the others it was just a inborn character they're found with and learn how to use it during their lifespan.

This makes the power to be divided into various ways,there ones trained to use them in wars(soldiers especially knights),there doctors,witches and lastly the King had a golden finger that is the most powerful of all,it can perform multi functions. This is also directly inherited from King to Prince aimed to be the next King.

"Once I put my golden finger on as a King of Westwood you will all witness the braveness of the son of Alen,hahahahaaa..."Eric cuts that lough and proceeds on speaking to them."Let's wait for my day,I won't talk much for now, thanks to my family father, mother, sister and my strongest brother Herol" Eric faced back and nodes his head symbolizing his brother to come forward.Herol never expected such a honor in all this time he's been living in Westwood palace.

"My brother speak to them people",Eric insists in a whisper to Herol."Hello everybody",Herol is out of confidence to speak to the crowd because he's never been honoured to do so ever since. His soul is heavy full of sparkling wishes of having this chance for good and he continues."My brother here,our family really are good people, for all this time we've ruled in peace and harmony so we deserve a continuation of this kind of thing and I...I...I...,thank you all for cooperation, most of all,gratitudes to him(rests his hands on Eric's shoulder)our king to be"he finished.

Celebrations cheered on as the King's decisions for that day.What got into Herol,no one knew it.A speech he gave earlier stimulates his skin and grieve to hunt for his brothers position.It was morning again in the castle of King Alen-men and women are late to wake because of the yesterday's party thing,but huge breakfast is always on the table no matter how late did the maids slept or what they'd done late nights its out of King Alen's mandate. Few minutes later,the Abe's family is on the table already having this royal treatment snacks prepared earlier."Where's Herol, isn't he awake yet?"asked the King.They all look upon each other, both Eric and Lucia."I didn't see him anyway since last night's dinner"answered Eric."What of you!"pointing across his family more seriously. A little bit asking each other conversion started while the King staring at them. He stands up-the King.

"You(points at one of the maid,she responds)check his bedroom"the King orders. Two days later Herol was nowhere to be spotted in any Westhood blip corner believed to be,it's two days remained for Eric to be crowned the next King to be but back on a huge loosely sat couch wald by Westhood Kings,sits an angry and sad lion id the west-thinking of all what he did wrong to anyone taking away his son. Indeed the King never believed at any consequence would his son escape willingly,he gave them all what they deserved as royal sons and daughter. It really made the King to leave his room malange,blanket pulled down,squashing things on the floor for a big reason of a stone loaded heart wondering of where and how to find his son. At least a wife could make him feel worth a good husband but she's nowhere to be found on earth by now, perhaps few of the readers will guess that she unwillingly kicked the bucket along time even before the story started.

"My Lord"spoke a hardly breathing voice aside the King.

"What is it you want now,I said am out of conversions for a while"

"It's not like that my Lord, I come with a good news,allow me?"

"I think a mentor disease affected person would never understand me but not you,now go!"

"Its about your lost son my Lord".The King stood as an epi injection user in pain.

"Where's he?,tell me where's he!" Repeating loudly.

"The soldiers saw him at the master witch temple".Everybody wondered to hear that they never expected a Prince to go that far to stay in a cave!.

"Tell me did you bring him home?" The boy trembling, he is afraid to tell the King what he saw.A loud voice of cries is heard outside.The body of the master witch is layed on a wood bed special for burrial. The King's mouth got heavy and stuck-but lastly he speaks.

"Who did this!?"

"He had no problems with any man he's lived with"whispers Eric. Few seconds later Harold pushes the crowd who came to watch what happened at the palace. "Can i get some space please lady-can i pass i need to talk to the king am sorry forgive me" he stepped a lady's leg and now he's face to face with the King.

"My lord,believe it or not this is your son".Harold points at the dead body of the master witch.

"My what!,no he can't be him he's not him"

"You'll deny it because you never left me finish my words"

"Ok what was it you wanted to say"

"This is your son's work,he murdered him,the master witch"

"What! But what for?, no my son ain't a killer...you all listen to him" the crowd looks at him in a disappointing manner. For anyone having a child could feel his pain-empathy ran through them seeing the King's sad wrecked faced that's almost in tears.

"Guards arrest him,put him in a Lion's den let my cats feed human fresh for today"

"Wait my Lord, I know you can't believe me and I agree to die but we'll meet soon in hell" those were Harod's last words to the King. These left King Alen in a thousand questions to answer-what has my son become like!, a lion?,vampire?, or what... A killer!,what did I not give him until he does this to me.No no no...it can't be my beloved Herol. The King thought. He ordered for the capture of Herol whether dead or alive immediately. The troops took off full armed to find him any spot he would be.The night became dark and darker then finally the anxious waiting King saw a rider from far coming to the castle, he more looked like Westhood soldier. He is left to go in the city.

This rider say's all the soldiers just died in a huge dark storm like tornado with gloomy ghost faces grasping people's souls living them alive inside but dead outside. So they lie dead but they actually spoke without mouth twisting. "So who did this again!"King asked rudely,the only remaining rider who survived got afraid to answer his mind blowing up.He remembered the death of his friend Harold when he tried convincing the King on his son being a murder.

A pounding alarm is heard in this hopeless rider's heart. Suddenly he thought of this-I escaped Hero's tornado now I'll die in his father's hands?, this is worth a stupidity I'll ever commit myself in.No I'm not spitting it out.

"Hey you what's taking you so long to answer me, who killed my soldiers"king insisted.

"My Lord it's the master witch's soul, it's haunting us all. It promised to finish us all in return of Harold's death I think" the King got shocked and looks down,seemingly to be thinking deeply and finally speaks.

"And why my soldiers not me?,am the one, the killer so why them soldiers?, is that soul crazy or something?".the King is going hircosity now. He's starting to laugh at himself and hitting the golden castle bowls. Then Eric comes in search of that noise and finds his father still spinning for an answer to his unleashed problems.

"Father what's wrong again, is my brother home yet?,"looking at the rider in front of them.

"This fool is of no good get out of my sight you wreck of junk!my golden finger won't get along with this young diminishing soul of an your craziest pal-now go!" This was a disappearance gear that the King pushed him with.The rider new of the storm coming, he packed all he's got to take for a long journey to nowhere with his family not forgetting his pal's family also that Harold left him in control before he died.

Herol is already on his way to Westhood, his finger black in power, no one knows what really happened to him. On his sides and backwards he's got a bunch of all the lost soldiers in the storm that the survived King Alen's rider talked about. They partly looked like dead but amazingly now they're all on feet upright there eyes black and fingers black guess what they lost their white finger power. One can call them dead but no,they humanly breath and maybe they'll feed later on who knows am afraid they will as they're strong. No car without engines no engine without fuel as simulations to the body. Ni energy without food and no body without life.

Kind of wired but on they move towards Westhood without fear. Back in Princess Lucia's room,all lights are still on she's suffering from severe coma since his brother was said to get lost in mysterious way.she's almost cold as ice and hard as coal. A door push is heard and in enters the legs of a slim legged man wearing royal boots that King Alen gave his son Herol as a gift for completing his last youth witch class.

These boots no one ever wears them rather than the owner only.They still move inside to seek what's in and finally the man in Herol's boots slams the door and stands on the front holding hard his arms folded in a fight mode. Now the view is more seen,it's Eric in his young brother's boots. Actually he put them on to at least make her sister wake up maybe from her coma,though Lucia never managed to see him. "Sister, why are you becoming so afraid like that?" Eric speaks to her half dead sister in coma on bed. He sits on the side of the bed an passed his arm on top of her sister's face hopping that she might sense anything like a palm on top but no. It was making a wish to a star or dumping a coin in pit latrine."Your brother am here wake up,can't you even feel his boots' kick!?" Tears slowly trenched down his cheeks as he spoke those words."I think you're not the kind of woman my mother knew,you're becoming weaker everyday that passes...remember you promised mom never to let go of us-didn't you?"

Eric gets up and leaves his sister's room sadly with no hope for her to awake,all he did seemed to be fudge,in the meanwhile the King Alen is in stant.Deeply innovating an imaginary world of what he'd done to have such a punishment.A loud thunder hits and it's lightning lights the whole of Westhood.The King felt a bad mood-started to glitter his golden finger. He said a spell of wisdom,and the flashed a light in front of him-a golden light, all shone in golden particles of his memories with his son they came as a dream or nightmare. Suddenly he hears a strange sound behind him.

"Alen...Alen(repeated harder this time),you have reached the limits of of your leadership as a mighty King"he looks behind it's totally his father's voice but he sees no one.

"What do you mean father!"

"It's time for you to join us in the Westhood immortal land,where all Kings of Westhood live forever"

"I still don't understand you,"

"Have you ever seen or heard of any King of Westhood being buried?"

"No and they only vanish after death and die in a coma" a body appeared in front of the voice area.that is King Alen's father and shortly his grandfather came along his side. They hold tight there hands."Wh...at is this you are trying to mean!,that I should die now?"the King looks frightened and he angrily squashed the golden light spell in dust when he screams loud. His voice made Eric to come in and see what's happening to him.

"Father, what's wrong!"he screams, his father is already on the floor he looks like dead his hands colder than ever not in a humanity way. Eric grabs his back and checks for a heart beat.

"What he's dead!no no no..."Eric implies. He pierced his father's chest with his white finger and said a spell angrily. A white magic finger of Eric puffs his father's chest and he wakes up again breathlessly coughing."Eric...my son"he stops and cough's unconsciously splitting blood."What do you mean he's coming,dad father speak to me"King's eye's had a view of a person running with dark forces in air, Eric closely observed it and said to his father."Who's he"his father looked sad and broke inside he only laughs with sorrows and replied to his son.

"That's my son, a killer a dark force rider, made me sob like a kid, that's my son...yes it's him only him to the death of us,Eric... Eri..."

The King stuck's and fails to continue,about ten minutes later King is now awake walking on every corner of the castle seems to be afraid to what he's seen earlier and never wants to share it with others anyway. Eric is indeed afraid of what might happen to his father.

Remember the black fingers?remember the dark storm thing,probably yes. And now the mood is on back to them,on the way to Westhood they seem powerful than any of the White finger magic thing.The trees tremble and the grass slashes a way as they pass on to Westhood, one couldn't tell wether a man or a bulldozer passed that way in fact if they'd an enemy following them, immediately he or she takes the right choice of living it away rather than die in vain searching for a free death.King Alen is totally disparadised with his own son being a demon alive in mental ways hes affected with the fact that he killed a man for no good reasons to defend his guilty evil son.Harold's family is on the way out of Westhood in the lead of a despicable rider of the King's soldiers who dodged the claws of Herol. He's now thinking deeply of which way to take as he knows that he can only run but he'll never hide from the King or his son's claws only fate takes him as far as possible out of Westhood the land of all white finger witch. He looks at his white finger and says a spell to deactivate it to make him lost in the King's sight even by magic spells,it works and he does the same to all the family members he was with.

They continued a journey to nowhere,"Look what we got here boys"it's the sound of Herol it's shaking it's almost coming in three or more times,it's devil like. The rider looked behind in dark woods to see what sound was that. "Did you tell the King what i sent you?"continued Herol,now the rider sees his friends that lay dead the day they fought Herol they now look fine and stronger than him in all ways there eyes don't look like normal. They don't recognise him now blackened by herol's power that no one still knows where he got it from,so the rider answers Herol the leader of this dark force loosely.

"Yes i did tell him everything, everything you wanted him to know, please spare us please my lord!" He's eyes cold and dry straight looking at Herol's lips anxiously waiting for the final decision."You're looking at my lips aren't you?" The rider nodes his head in yes manner."And you think am using it to lastly decide for you?"the kids and two women rider's wife and Harold's wife hide at the back of the rider. The rider says yes."Gentlemen show him how it's done for a hermit deserves"

The dark force rose there black fingers now they say a robust spell of all times,this cracks open the heart of the dark portal and evil powers revealed it's powers all the family of Harold is swallowed inside the portal and it closed again leaving the environment clean and cool to stay for a normal man not that evil force taking the story right now."Westhood am coming for you now you'll all bow down you coward of Abe" says Herol insulting his father's name and all the land acclaims to take it away in his hands.Few steps he takes and a blip cut off this clip back to the King castle in Westhood. The King is speaking to his son Eric,"Eric tell me and be honest with me,is there any time i ever left my sons to suffer or maybe alone?"it's hard for Eric to answer he is only looking down feeling a father's empathy and love in between.

Waaaahhmm!-a door slam in the very instance the king finished to speak, all the curtains inside the Abe's castle blew open a heavy darkness surrounds every where,here comes the undesirable son of Alen the son of Abe,down he drops off a window plane he was standing on.By the look one could tell he rush up high without passing on the gates as Westhood King was enclosed by dense guard ship he's very flexible and motivated with full confidence this time he looks different from the old him that people used to tease over.

"Look at you,do you like what you've become? Your shoes...dirt on you,no longer royal you look just like an old knight's fender wrecked from war"the King speaks and proceeds.

"Unloved my love make me force myself into you evil monster-his sound deepens on saying a monster I'll kill you" he pulls out a sword from Eric's belt."let me kill this trash!"he cried.Eric tries to stop his father but Herol mind blows a witch black finger crystallise his father on action to hew his throat away. Herol rotates slowly around the room still his father is floating on air paused by the black finger magic.

"Eric brother, can you feel me the next king of Westhood the land of white finger witches, i see you're tickling your white finger"Herol disputes.

"You know what i can do to you no sooner if you don't put my father down for real"groans Eric in anger his hands shaking almost striking his strongly ever known white finger in all execution spells against enemies. Still Herol rotates lowly putting in mind that his brother is soon boiling up anger in him,King's body is still paused in air while he's holding Eric's sword that he wanted to slash Herol.

"Put my father down..." A blow us heard out of Eric's finger,white finger magic power is under controversy now Herol tints the room in black fog. His father watching but has no way he can speak he's frozen in a time spell.Eric wonders the black finger on Herol,"So you killed the master witch didn't you?" Herol says nothing rather than banging away his brother a ten meter flight vertically and back to the ground.Eric touches his chin full of bruised marks on him his golden loved colour fading away diminished by red punched face.

"Pick someone of your own oomph Eric, i don't want to kill you"he says that intending to insult him. On the flow Eric says a spell the flow bursts open slowly swallows Herol-Herol strives for on holding up but its impossible now he's swallowed inside fast. Suddenly the room blows again a roof blows off and in launches a bumpy massive army of Herol descends to the rescue. They hold back on position there boss Herol, Eric is like wooh! What witches are these using these undefined skills how could they float like that.All this time the King froze still on air watching them,"Almost forgotten brother, behind me are my fellow pals you knew for now,and gentlemen-looking at his dark force army -meet my brother Eric but for now am about to take his soul away so will you give me this pleasure".He turns to look at his brother again but Eric was nowhere to be seen-you can't kill me we're one soul brother -a voice came out of nowhere and it's Eric's rightfully voice, the King is left to drop down very weak laying helplessly on the floor.

"Simple question i give you to prove us one soul,this spell makes us together isn't it?"asked Herol speaking to someone he doesn't see-I'm in you i know all what made you like that,jealous in you made you force the master witch to empower you, after he refused you threatened to kill him and he gave you what you want -power!, the dark power that's forbidden to use now you are driven by the power so as to take over Westhood, and I'll live it to you smoothly brother in you am watching what you do to the Westhooders.

"So why you leave me this simple show yourself i want to destroy you"screams Herol.

"All this time Herol you wanted to rule Westhood only that?, you could say I hate your decision of being a devil son"King says while sobbing loud,"A little will those demons inside you help you rather than eating you alive piece by piece son I'll never give you my golden finger...never!" Shouted the King in grieve.

"Oh! No you will now say the spell to me" Herol holds his father's hand tight on the floor the golden finger glows gold and more blinding to one's eye.The King hardly punished Herol when he says the magic spells altering his most powerful golden finger.A huge magic fight avails seriously is the King hurt and lastly down holding his chest like a baby,Herol follows him down says this."what kind of King are you anyway, your time is up and still you hold a Golden finger!let me have it say the spell old man"

"I'll never for a jerk like you the gods will actually kill me twice for that, no a big and largest no"

"Shit!you think we're begging you old man! Am only informing you and i expect actions to occur soon as you've said no"

"I fought in wars been the best rider ever best King ever and the father ever,you can't take it away from me..."

A hand grabbing King's neck hardly is Herol's lifting him up to death,Herol watches his father disappear in golden dust smoke.

"It's time to rule Westhood now am in total control" he laughs together with his dark crew,Westhood was under Herol now.He raised his hands inputs every one in Westhood with black finger magic replacing the white finger witch powers. Finally all Westhood peoples obeyed his commands.

Herol gave sacrifices every month to the demons that gave him power,the war captives and robbery accuses faced this punishment of death. The evil powers that embedded herol's body made him strong everyday and night he wants to rule Westhood forever so Herol opens a devil portal to nowhere,within few seconds a spell was said by Herol that made Westhood disappear from the time zone and it got hidden from earth, Herol wanted to stay forever young he had to stop time. In actual sense one hour in Westhood is one year in earth.