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Last Breed Of The White Witches.

Last Breed Of The White Witches.

Autor:Abby Johnson

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In a small developing village called Axy, decision on who the "To be heir" was being decided upon. The white witches, being the king makers of the people, were to chose either of the two princes; Dalton or George. Prince George knowing he stood no chance against Prince Dalton, killed him and wiped Dalton's family out . Despite that, he was told that he wasn't suitable for the crown. With rage, he ordered that all the king makers be killèd, and he crowned himself king. Amelia, the pregnant white witch, was the only person who by fluke escaped. On her run, she delivered her girl child with the assistance of a hunter who was passing by. Unfortunately, she gave up after putting birth to "Ivy". The hunter being kind, took her in and sheltered her. Years later, Ivy disguised herself, and served as a maid in the palace, with the intention of avenging her family's dëath. During her stay, the four son's of King George, fell head over heels for her, and she also found herself tripping for one of them. Do you think she can still go ahead with her plans? Or would she get killed if King George unravels her identity?
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The white Witches were seated in their chamber, they were ten in numbers, the wall was painted in black and white with images of some animals, at the corner was three black pots which contained water, not just an ordinary water, then one of the elders brought the issue of kingship up since King Theo had died three weeks ago, and the throne can't be left without a King to seat on the throne.

"Grandma, who do you think should be the King?" Sapphire asked Grandma, an old woman who was in a white apparel, a crown was on her head.

"Sapphire," Grandma called softly, she stood up and went over to the three black pots at the corner while others watched her in silent, opening it one by one, placing the covers on the floor, dipping her hands into it and chanted some words, then the water turned to black and covered it back.

"Yes?" Sapphire bowed her head.

"Who do you guys want between Prince George and Prince Dalton?" Grandma asked, closing her eyes and exhaled.

"Prince Dalton," Sapphire answered, staring at others.

" Prince Dalton," Said Rina, a young lady who had the power of fire, she can burn things alive.

"Prince Dalton," Erica spoke out, Erica had power of water.

" Prince Dalton," Amelia, the pregnant woman cut in, Amelia had the power to control.

"Prince Dalton," Alicia interjected, Alicia had the power to appear and disappear.

"Prince George," Felicia, Katherine, Piper, and Dorothy said in unison.

"Five people chose Prince Dalton while four people chose Prince George," Grandma stated. "Majority carry the vote."

"Grandma, who do you want to be the King?" Piper asked.

"Hmm," Grandma heaved a sigh. "I want Prince Dalton."

"Is there anything special about Prince Dalton?" Dorothy asked rudely and hissed loudly while Grandma shook her head.

"What??" Sapphire exclaimed in disbelief, standing up.

"Did you just hissed, Dorothy?" Erica butted in, angrily.

"Shut up, she's free to hiss," Felicia interrupted, eyeing Erica.

"I'm very sure she's pained because we chose Prince Dalton over Prince George, the arrogant Prince," Rina voiced out, glaring hard at Dorothy who was stamping her feet on the ground in anger.

Then they began to bicker while Grandma watched them silently.

"Stop it!" Grandma commanded, getting annoyed with their silly argument. "Why are you guys fighting over it?"

"We're sorry, Grandma," They chorused, bowing their heads.

"This isn't the time to argue...." Grandma paused, kooling. "We need to consult our Goddess, Amira." Grandma continued and pointed at the three black pots. " Katherine, bring the three black pots here."

"Okay," Katherine nodded, closing her eyes, muttering, then the three black pots appeared in front of Grandma.

"Oh, wow!" Dorothy clapped her hands.

"What's so special about that, huh? I have power than her," Sapphire bragged. "Her power can't beat mine."

"Mtcheeeeewww, Mrs Braggart," Katherine hissed.

"Another word from you guys, and I'll send you guys out," Grandma stated sternly. "Are you guys kids? You all have children, yes or no?"

"Don't be annoyed, Grandma," Rina pleaded.

"Alright, let's continue," Grandma said, opening the three black pots, and chanted with her eyes closed. "Ficci Soopji ersssim!"

Everywhere became silent, the sky had became dark, and darkness filled everywhere, heavy winds began to blow sands through the window while others covered their eyes, so that the sands won't get into their eyes.

"Ficci Soopji ersssim," Grandma chanted again, opening her eyes slowly.

A figure appeared, walking towards them, perhaps she was the Goddess Grandma was talking about, the way she walks speaks of authority. She was wearing a long, white garment embroidered in gold with astrological symbols, her face was painted in black and white, she had a long black hair, four bracelets were worn around her hands and six leg chains were on her legs.

"Hail the mighty Goddess Amira," Grandma commanded, bowing her heads with her two hands up.

"Long live, Goddess! Long live, our mighty Goddess!" They all echoed and bent down, bowing their heads with their two hands up.

Goddess Amira was known to be powerful, she knows everything.

"Arise!" The Goddess said, gesturing with her hands.

"Thank you, Goddess," They all stood up and sat down on the floor, avoiding the Goddess's gaze. It was said that whenever you are speaking with the Goddess, you're not to look at it in the eyes.

"Weldone, my children," Goddess Amira smiled. "You called for me, Zoe?" Goddess Amira pointed at Grandma.

"Yes, I did," Grandma acknowledged.

"Oh ye the white witches, why did thou call for me?" Asked the Goddess, spitting out fire as she talked.

"Goddess, we needs to choose a King for our village, the people of Axy needs a King to rule over them," Grandma explained.

"Who are the heirs to the thrown?" Goddess Amira echoed.

"Prince Dalton and Prince George," Grandma responded.

Goddess Amira closed her for five minutes, and flung them open immediately, her eyeballs had turned to red, "Zoe!" She screamed, panting heavily, clenching her fists.

"Goddess," Grandma bowed her head.

"Prince George shouldn't be on the throne, because he's not suitable for the throne," Goddess Amira said. "If he gets to be on the throne, he won't care about the villagers but only himself."

"That's bad," Sapphire muttered under her breath.

"What about Prince Dalton?" Grandma asked.

"Prince Dalton is the one for the throne, for he's a gentleman who cares about others," Goddess answered, smiling.

"Thank you, Goddess," Said Grandma with a smile.

"Do you need me for anything else?" Asked the Goddess.

"No, Goddess," Grandma replied.

"I shall take my leave. Goodbye, Zoe!" Goddess said and disappeared into thin air.

"Thank you," Grandma said.

The sky brightened up, the winds had stopped blowing.

"You all heard what the Goddess said..." Grandma trailed off, staring deeply into theirs eyes. "Prince Dalton should be the King."

"Yes, Grandma," They said in unison.

"You can all take your leave," Grandma gestured to the door.

"Oh ye the white witches!!" A guard flung the door open, striding into the chamber and doffed his hat at them.

"Why are you here, Caleb?" Grandma asked.

"The two Princes are here to see you," Caleb bowed.

Other witches gasped.

"Okay, tell them to give me a minute," Grandma said to the guard.

"Alright," The guards nodded and left.

"What should we do?" Amelia whispered, staring at Grandma.

"Should we stay?" Felicia asked, narrowing her eyes.

"No," Grandma shook her head. "You can all leave."

"Okay," They all nodded and left.

A minute later, Prince George who was in a blue robe, he was wearing a gold stub in his ears, chewing a gum loudly and walked in with Prince Dalton, he was wearing a simple gold robe.

"Your highness," Grandma greeted, bowing her head low.

"The great white witch," Prince Dalton and Prince George said unison.

"Please, sit," Grandma offered them a blue sofa. "What should I offer you, your highness?" She stood beside them, staring at the floor.

"We're fine," Prince Dalton said calmly.

"We don't need anything," Prince George added, chewing a gum, making a loud noise.

"George, stop doing that," Prince Dalton cautioned.

"Don't tell me that, Dalton," Prince George blew a gasket, glaring down at Prince Dalton who shook his head and looked away.

"What brought you here, your highness?" Grandma asked in a low voice.

"Please, sir down, great witch," Prince Dalton said and Grandma sat down on the mat.

"We're here because we would love to know the King to the throne," Prince Dalton said, pressing his lips together.

Grandma sucked in a deep breath, and glanced at them briefly, "Hmm."

"What's it, Grandma?" Prince Dalton asked in confusion, but Grandma was surprised that Prince Dalton could call her Grandma, truly, he deserves the throne unlike the arrogant Prince George.

"Is anything the matter?" Prince George asked.

"N...N..N...N..No," Grandma stuttered, shaking her head vigorously. "We need to consult the Goddess."

"Please do," Prince George uttered.

"Please, take your time. The throne isn't running away," Prince Dalton added.

"I shall call you when I do that," Grandma said, letting out a small smile.

"Are you sure?" Prince George gawked, standing up.

"Yes," Grandma nodded in response.

"Alright, we shall take our leave," Prince Dalton said, standing up and walked towards the door with Prince George trailing behind him. "Goodbye." Prince Dalton waved at Grandma.

"Take care, your highness," Grandma said, watching them as they took their leave.