Spells and Magic

Prologue

The moon peaks from the overcast sky and shines with a diverse luminosity. The flame from the ground soars and tries to lick the moon. Crackling jingle from the embers gave the night an exquisite melody accompanied by a hissing whisper from a maiden who dance circling the towering fire. The wind blows so mild yet it's tossing the maiden's hair to the air while dancing around the fire. Her aura welcomes calamity it invites catastrophe. Her beauty is incomparable yet no records of romantic equal. Her face shows the calmness of her totality and her movement illustrate her gracefulness. She falls on her knees facing the raging fire she's too close but she doesn't seem to bother the tongues of the flame attempts to contact her long black straight hair but they were helpless. She faced the moon and mutters a Latin sentence that she alone could understand just right after her sentence the blaze rose up like a tower consuming the moon with its great fury. The fire woods were consumed in an instant by the violent inferno leaving traces of its ferocity on the fading embers before the maiden whose body is on the ground her colors left her skin leaving it pale and ashen

The city of Karu is the busiest city in Klasus. Klasus, the country where trade and witchcraft is swiftly rising. Karu is the country's capital and where all major traders and merchants invest most of their time. Thundering noise of rising voices echoed all over town as every passerby canvass for merchandise of their own liking. The booths along the sidewalk were not so inviting colorless sheeting was supported by four thin wood posts and under the canvas were the merchant's items showcased in a chaotic status. Karu is also the town where witches' lairs abounded. The witch's population covers ' percent of the entire city's inhabitants. Every witch in this town is feared yet revered. A certain woman was untouchable for her grand witchcraft and is believed to be the mother of all the witches all over the country. A society of witches was founded by Flemeth, the mother of all witches. She welcomes everyone to the society especially women. She roams around the city streets to mark out every trace of homeless girls asking for alms and she also takes the maidens who work for the city perverts. She's giving homage to the maidens who were homeless and vulnerable.

The witches' circle that was also rendered as "The Society, was appreciated by the country dwellers; they serve as the doctors of the poor and the savior of the weak but, not until the death of Flemeth. Every witch in the society who taught alongside Flemeth claims the spot of being the next leader of the society. They are waging battles against each other to settle the argument, power against power.

The intense competition caused the great division of the society. The entire wicked witch hammered the army of the humble and forced them to leave the society's fortress. They wander along the city streets and then decided to settle at the city skirts hoping to live their life in peace. The witches in the outskirts devoted their lives helping the poor and defending the vulnerable. They prayed for Flemeth at a sanctuary built at the heart of their compound and asked for her return. The witches believe that once a witch dies she will return from the dead if she could escape the strings of death and they shall possess greater power once they broke the curse of death. They hope for Flemeth's swift return so that they could settle the quarrels and live in peace together again.

While living with the hope of Flemeth's return, they continued her legacy of being open handed to the needy, they scouted the city boulevards to search for homeless women. The society ventures to the city even knowing that they were considered outcast by the "wicked society". The citizens of the city feared the wicked society that they were forced to stay away from the outcast society and that any conversation to them will cause them the most painful death they could imagine. On the other side of the coin, the city dwellers love the society who helped them with their needs. They hide them every time the wicked circle roams the city streets and they even provide for their supplies. Bathory, the head of the feared wicked society out powered every witch who tried to claim the throne from her. She killed every one of them leaving them no hope of survival. She's making certain that there will be no more future disputes against the same witch. Bathory imposed new rules over the witches in her reign including death to every crime against her name. She doesn't want any competition that she's making every step to outwit her enemies, even with her striking magic she still plays dirty tricks to win her battles. A witch claims the power of their opponent after thrashing them. She discovered that every witch had an essence within which can be transferred from one to another by defeating foes and casting a spell to unleash the essence from a witch's body and then inhaling it to append to her essence. The greater the essence, the greater the magic. Flemeth enclosed that fact, she knew that by knowing this fact can turn a witch against another. Bathory discovered this reality by stalking Flemeth on one of her lone moment in the holy place of the society's fortress. Books of spells and chants were piled up on Flemeth's shelves and no one in the society knew of these shelves. Flemeth uses some spells to conceal the shelves that no one could see them while inside the room and uncover them with a spell if she needs to use the books. Bathory remembered the spells to cover and uncover the shelves and used the books for her own interest. Her knowledge of spells that were on the books was nearly equal to Flemeth's and the other witches were no match for her.