The night was dark the moon faded behind the darkening clouds overhead, the winds told of a storm coming as it whistled among the pines. This did very little to trump the two dark cloaked figures as they walked further down the beaten path deeper into the forest. The pair only stopped to catch their breath and listen to the wind as it roared above rustling the aging tree's leaves the crackled under their feet as they walked on. Here in this part of the forest nothing grew but the dry weeds and dead willow trees that grew in odd twists and spirals like a troll's toenail, any creature who dare take nest here would soon perish for this was the land belonging to the children of Modar.
“ Come now she awaits us.’’ Said one of the cloaked ones her voice was haggard like that of an old hag and she pointed a grimy wrinkle spotted figure towards a cave illuminating in the darkness up ahead. Her partner hissed, “ Let’s get on with it then.’’ She said and the pair pushed on their caps catching the wind betraying their old haggard bodies ,thin with age their eyes sunk into their skulls their noses stood out long and covered in warts.
They approached the cave entrance and stepped in without hesitation following the long tunnel to the cave's main chamber. As they came further in they looked around hanging from the ceiling were dried rotten roots, herbs and both human and animal parts and skins. The cave was lit by a great fire in the center, a large cauldron was boiling over it a thick cloud of steam filled the room producing a foul smell that chocked the air. The wretched aroma would've driven any creature with since away, but to the two strangers it was the most enticing thing in the world.
In the rear of the cave stood alone figure in front of a large book perched on a wyvern talon stand, she continued flipping through the pages before calmly lifting her cat like eyes to the approaching pair. “Did you get it?’’ she asked slamming the book shut at their hesitant approach.
She stalked upon them like a lethal cat ready to pounce on a mouse. The pair hurriedly bowed as they offered the woman a small pouch, “Yes my lady as requested.’’ They said in unison as she opened the pouch to look at its contents, “ You’ve done well my dears.’’ She said turning from them and heading for the cauldron. " I trust it was no trouble.'' she said apathetically as she looked over the cauldron it contents simmering.
" No trouble at all my lady.'' the taller of the two women said still kneeling. " Aye gave no trouble he did, though he never seen it comin non.'' her companion added feebly.
The cat eyed women grabbed a ladle and began to stir vigorously, “ You may leave me now your reward is there,’’ she said gesturing her head towards the shelf nearest the room entrance where two small bottles rested.
They took them eagerly without another word, “ Drink them on the night of the new moon and your years shall return to you.’’ She said and beckoned them to go as she stirred.
" Yes my lady a thousand thanks yous'.'' they uttered and crackled as they quickly took their leave not giving the woman a second glance.
Once the pair had gone the cat-eyed woman began to recite aloud.
Teeth of the wyvern to pierce the eye. Feather of the harpy to carry my vision high. Oh, dark one of night keeper of souls bring me thigh sight to find what glows. I offer the eye of the father as the has written thus you give me the power to find the chosen victim.
She then dropped the contents of the pouch into her hands, two small spheres fell into her hand, and she smiled wickedly as she dropped them into the cauldron amongst the other gruesome ingredients and began to resist again as the liquid inside bubbled and bursts into lights of different shades of purple and grey.
Oh, God of darkness accept the offering I give the eye of the father and bring you his sin for I search for the seed born from his whim. Bring be the sight so that I may see who carries the light born from forced seed.
cauldron’s liquid content turned a dark purple before turning a deep green, the
fumes from it stung the witch’s eyes but she did not care for the spell was
working. The fumes burned like hot coals as she stuck her face into the thick cloud of smoke, ladle in hand she scooped up the two spheres from the potion.
They pair where still cooling off as she dropped them back into her open hands. " Now lets see where my prey is hiding.'' she said smiling as she took a sphere into each hand lifting up to be eye level with her own. " He did have a handsome set she said wickedly as she gaze into the man's pretty hazel-green eyes. You could still see the aghast expression on them from the moment they were taken. " Oh well his worries are over.''
She looked into the eyes, and gasped in exultation as she glimpsed what exactly she'd been hoping for.
A women she so desperately searched for, for the past fifteen years was standing in her sights though she was leagues away. The image she saw was that of a young woman dressed in simple pheasant garb holding something tight to her chest, the witch smiled devilishly as she looked on as the woman placed the small bundle into a crib slowly rocking it whilst singing the most irritating lullaby to touch the witch’s ears.
wasn’t the woman’s song she needed or the women she cared for it was the little
babe sleeping in the cradle, with small tufts of hair as black as a raven’s
feathers, she slept so peacefully it could make the witch gag but never the less
this was the one she waited for and still had to wait on to come of age for the
witch to fulfill her wicked skim. For the time of judgement would be on them soon and then she'd hold the fate of all Irama in the palm of her hands.