Witch

Witchcraft traditionally means the use of magic or supernatural powers to harm others. To heal others well that is just another subject ya know? A practitioner is a witch. In medieval and early modern Europe, where the term originated, accused witches were usually women who were believed to have attacked their own community, and often to have communed with evil beings.

Amongst us, It was thought witchcraft could be thwarted by protective magic or counter-magic, which could be provided by cunning folk or folk healers. Suspected witches were also

intimidated, banished, attacked, or killed, sound familiar?. But often they would be formally prosecuted and punished if found guilty or simply believed to be guilty, I mean a nice witch with a good heart? Not happening.

European witch-hunts and witch trials in the early modern period led to tens of thousands of executions, and that is why only four of us graduated today from this hell of a college, I was the last one but who cares I graduated nonetheless. And although some folk healers were accused of witchcraft, like my roommate, like her and her gang they made up a minority of those accused, like my kind. European belief in witchcraft gradually dwindled during and after the Age of Enlightenment. Simple and yet the same pathetic reasons we are all being killed for.

All because contemporary cultures that believe in magic and the supernatural often believe in witchcraft as a bad thing to practice. Anthropologists have applied the term witchcraft to similar beliefs and occult practices described by many non-European cultures, and cultures that have adopted the English language will often call these practices "witchcraft", as well. So my kind is never safe from your eyes.

As with the cunning folk in Europe, Indigenous communities that believe in the existence of witchcraft, well they define witches as the opposite of their healers and

medicine people, who are sought out for protection against witches and witchcraft Modern witch-hunting is found in parts of Africa and Asia. Meaning a concealing spell is always being used.

A theory that witchcraft was the survival of European pagan religion, and I quote the witch-cult hypothesis, gained popularity in our modern times, but has since been discredited. This is where my new teachings on how to conceal my magic from other supper naturals come in hand without a single fear in the line of living and dying.

In contemporary Western culture, most notably since the growth of Wicca in the 1950s, some Modern Pagans identify as witches and use the term witchcraft for their self-help, healing, and divination rituals. And with that said, hi, I'm Sally Bloomings a dark arts witch of the European and I'm about to be the next big witch of the Kingdom, I will prove Dark magic can destroy more than anyone in the world.

Taking my broomstick, it's an old lovely one made of hey of the dragon's nests and the bark of an oak tree, I have my name carved in it with gold and placed rubies around it for additional magic, from the entrance of the house I'm currently staying I leave to fly to the nearest bakery, I may be a witch but my sweet tooth is my biggest crime. Witches like me have a big love for sweet things, kinda like the saying "The witch will cath you, cook you and then your friends." But it's alright at least we don't hide in sheep clothes and act like we are one of the humans.

It is exactly that reason Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches do not get along. I especially hate Werewolves, they are nothing but brut strength, horrible furry beasts who need to howl at the moon like a crazy puppy in heat. Oh, the heat of a werewolf is also exhausting, can you imagine a dog wanting nothing but a guy's thing for a month? No thanks. I have way better things to look forward to than whose bed is warmer than the next.

Arrived at my favorite Baker, "Sweets and Wine" my familiar decided to wake up after all her long time of resting, seems today I will be needing her after all, my familiar's name is Gummy. I love my sour gummy's and he is one to be as sour as I eat.

"Care to explain to me how I woke here of all places? You need to go to work immediately, you have no coven or home of your own, and when those humans find out you have been hiding with magic you will be charged." I hear a nagging old British cat talking.

But my glare hushes him for a small while, leaving to the bathroom I change into my white with yellow dress and over it my yellow with a black jacket, I have yellow sneakers that are my absolute favorite outfit when I am happy, my clothes change color when I change moods, as I go to get my food I tale my money out, actually a pit pocket the money from an open bag and as I do I see Gummy glaring at me and I smile wide at the poor old wise one.

Taking my stand to the line I smell new of everything but I prey today they have hot chocolate instead of the cold ones, it's a nice morning and the sun is as bright as my smile, my dark brown complexion makes all my clothes pop light my curls that are as black as the night, but my chocolate eyes are my best feature as I love seeing their color change when I use my magic into a lovely shade of violet.

"Hello there Sally, the usual? Today we have hot chocolate and I will make it extra sweet." Says the young cashier girl she knows I am a fan of sweets and whenever someone knows me too well that is sort of a good thing but I need to make sure she forgets something about me.

"Actually instead of the usual I will need a three bo of them to love, I need my energy for today as today I will have a lot of customers in that old place," I state to her and she smiles with a hint of admiration, so I lie in the face of innocence big deal.

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Witchcraft is defined as the use of supernatural or magical abilities to do damage to others. To heal people properly, that's another topic altogether, don't you think? A witch is a practitioner. Accused witches in medieval and early modern Europe, where the word originated, were mainly women accused of attacking their own society and communing with demonic forces.

Protective magic or counter-magic, which may be offered by crafty people or folk healers, was supposed to be a way to prevent witches among us. Witches suspected of being witches were also arrested.

Do the words "intimidated, exiled, assaulted, or slain" ring a bell? But, if proven guilty or just suspected of being guilty, they would frequently be legally tried and punished, I mean, a kind witch with a decent heart? It's not going to happen.

In the early modern era, European witch-hunts and witch trials resulted in tens of thousands of deaths, which is why just four of us graduated today from this hell of a college; I was the last one, but who cares, I graduated. Although some folk healers were accused of witchcraft, such as my roommate and her gang, they constituted a small percentage of those charged, such as my type. During and during the Age of Enlightenment, European belief in witchcraft steadily faded. Simple, but the same pitiful reasons for which we are all being slain.

All of this is because many modern cultures that believe in magic and the supernatural see witchcraft as a negative activity. Many non-European societies have comparable beliefs and occult activities reported by anthropologists, and nations that have acquired the English language will commonly refer to these traditions as "witchcraft." As a result, my species is never secure from your gaze.

Indigenous tribes that believe in the presence of witchcraft, like the clever people of Europe, identify witches as the polar opposite of their healers and shamans.

People who are sought out for protection from witches and witchcraft are known as medicine people. Witch-hunting is still practiced in areas of Africa and Asia today. As a result, a hiding spell is always utilized.

In recent times, a belief that witchcraft was the survival of European pagan religion, dubbed the witch-cult hypothesis, gained prominence but has since been debunked. This is where my new instructions on how to keep my power hidden from other supernaturals go hand in hand with living and dying without fear.

Some Modern Pagans identify as witches and utilize the word witchcraft for their self-help, healing, and divination practices in current Western society, most notably since the rise of Wicca in the 1950s. And with that said, hello, my name is Sally Bloomings, and I'm a European dark arts witch who is set to become the Kingdom's next major witch. I will show that black magic can ruin more than anybody else in the world.

Taking my broomstick, which is an old lovely one made of the hey dragon's nests and the bark of an oak tree, I have my name carved in gold on it and placed rubies around it for extra magic, I leave from the entrance of the house I'm currently staying to fly to the nearest bakery because I may be a witch but my sweet tooth is my biggest crime. Witches, like myself, have a strong affinity for sweets, as the phrase goes, "The witch will capture you, cook you, and then your friends." But that's okay; at the very least, we don't dress up as sheep and pretend to be human.

Werewolves, vampires, and witches do not get along for this reason. I despise werewolves in particular; they are nothing more than brute strength, horrible hairy monsters that need to scream at the moon like a crazed dog in heat. Oh, a werewolf's heat is taxing; can you imagine a dog desiring nothing more than a guy's thing for a month? Thank you, but no thanks. I have many more important things to think about than who has the warmest bed.

My familiar chose to wake up after all her long period of sleeping when I arrived at my favorite Baker, "Sweets and Wine," since it seems that today I would need her after all, my familiar's name is Gummy. I like my sour gummy bears, and he is just as sour as I am.

"Would you mind telling me how I ended up here of all places?" You need to go to work right now since you don't have your own coven or house, and if those humans find out you've been hiding with magic, you'll be prosecuted." A nagging old British cat is talking to me.

But my glare silences him for a brief moment, and I change into my white with yellow dress and over it my yellow with a black jacket, with yellow sneakers that are my absolute favorite outfit when I am happy, and I tale my money out, actually, a pit pocket the money from an open bag, as I go to get my food, and I see Gummy glaring at me, and I smile wide at the poor old wise one.

Taking my place in line, I smell new on everything, but I'm hoping they'll have hot chocolate instead of the cold ones today, it's a beautiful morning, and the sun is as bright as my smile, my dark brown complexion makes all my clothes pop, my dark brown curls are as black as the night, but my chocolate eyes are my best feature because I love seeing their color change into a lovely shade of violet when I use my magic.

"Hello there, Sally, how are you? We're having hot chocolate today, and I'm going to make it extra sweet." She knows I like sweets, says the young checkout lady, and although knowing too much about me is a wonderful thing, I need to make sure she forgets anything about me.

"Actually, instead of the usual, I'll need three of them to love, since I need my energy for today because I'll have a lot of clients in that old place," I tell her, and she smiles admiringly, so I lie in the face of innocence no great thing.