molly_hunter28
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His powers were dwindling. He needed more. Derrik needed the young girl that had been forseen. She was the one that could give him back everything that he was losing. She was a young beauty who was not yet twenty one and taking her powers just as they were fully given to her would be so easy. He only needed to have her brought to him.
A message was sent out to the most skilled hunters in the area. Derrik smiled as he wrote out his message and the insainly large sum of money he was willing to give to whomever was successful. This little witch was the key to him becoming all he was ment for. He had to have her.
There is a young beauty I am seeking. She is a witch, not fully into her powers as of yet. Take care and do not hurt her too much. I trust whomever brings her to me will do so with great haste. In a few weeks, by the full moon I will need her. Be careful of her wiles, she has been known to tease many a man. Keep her hands tied and you will be safe.
Bringing her to me will result in a great fortune for you. Money and land as I know most you need both. Bring her to me and you will be rewarded.
She answers to the name Anissa and is said to be in a small town, near the ocean on the west coast. You will see a photo of her follows this message. Do not let your eyes wavier you from the task at hand.
Bring her to me.
Anissa went through town. She had been on her own for so long. Her mother having been killed because of what she was. Her powers taken from her. She had wanted to stay hiden and so far no one knew who or more importantly what she was. Anissa remembered that night. The fear she felt had fueled her running into the woods and away from the evil that took her mother.
Never, never would she go through that she told herself. She was strong, her mother had taught her the ways. How to keep her powers hiden and that on her twenty-first birthday she would feel the strength of them. Would be given them in full force. It was then she would be hunted for them.
Stopping in she bought a few things she needed and smiled to the man behind the counter. He was an older man, always nice to Anissa. Things had changed from the old times to now, yet some still remained. People feared what they didn't understand. Being a witch was one of them.
They didn't want to listen to what it was. They, people, believed it atan worship. They always had. Now movies glorified it, made seem so sexual. The always made witches to be either ugly creatures or so erotic. Here Anissa was somewhere in between it all.
She headed back home as it began to snow. Her hand reaching out and catching a flake. She watched as her warmth melted it and she silently thanked nature for its gift. Thats really what she was about. Her wiccan beliefs involved nature. Not evil or seduction. She was in fact innocent. Never even kissed a boy.
Finally reaching her home she went inside and sat down. Dinner would wait. She ws tired and needed to unwind. Her head was full of images and needed to let go of them all. She closed her eyes and drifted off into childhood dreams of playing in a field of flowers and laughing with her mother.
A message was sent out to the most skilled hunters in the area. Derrik smiled as he wrote out his message and the insainly large sum of money he was willing to give to whomever was successful. This little witch was the key to him becoming all he was ment for. He had to have her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~The Message~~~~~~~~~~~~
There is a young beauty I am seeking. She is a witch, not fully into her powers as of yet. Take care and do not hurt her too much. I trust whomever brings her to me will do so with great haste. In a few weeks, by the full moon I will need her. Be careful of her wiles, she has been known to tease many a man. Keep her hands tied and you will be safe.
Bringing her to me will result in a great fortune for you. Money and land as I know most you need both. Bring her to me and you will be rewarded.
She answers to the name Anissa and is said to be in a small town, near the ocean on the west coast. You will see a photo of her follows this message. Do not let your eyes wavier you from the task at hand.
Bring her to me.
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Anissa went through town. She had been on her own for so long. Her mother having been killed because of what she was. Her powers taken from her. She had wanted to stay hiden and so far no one knew who or more importantly what she was. Anissa remembered that night. The fear she felt had fueled her running into the woods and away from the evil that took her mother.
Never, never would she go through that she told herself. She was strong, her mother had taught her the ways. How to keep her powers hiden and that on her twenty-first birthday she would feel the strength of them. Would be given them in full force. It was then she would be hunted for them.
Stopping in she bought a few things she needed and smiled to the man behind the counter. He was an older man, always nice to Anissa. Things had changed from the old times to now, yet some still remained. People feared what they didn't understand. Being a witch was one of them.
They didn't want to listen to what it was. They, people, believed it atan worship. They always had. Now movies glorified it, made seem so sexual. The always made witches to be either ugly creatures or so erotic. Here Anissa was somewhere in between it all.
She headed back home as it began to snow. Her hand reaching out and catching a flake. She watched as her warmth melted it and she silently thanked nature for its gift. Thats really what she was about. Her wiccan beliefs involved nature. Not evil or seduction. She was in fact innocent. Never even kissed a boy.
Finally reaching her home she went inside and sat down. Dinner would wait. She ws tired and needed to unwind. Her head was full of images and needed to let go of them all. She closed her eyes and drifted off into childhood dreams of playing in a field of flowers and laughing with her mother.
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