The Protectors

[Mystical Avalon]

She flicked her hand over the shadows and watched as they disappeared. She was much displeased with what she saw. The workings of the protection spell were diminished and the innocents she was to protect fell into the hands of the demon Dravic.

For years she along with her sisters had fought this demon and those lesser following in his footsteps. Tonight was no exception. Tears fell on the littered table as she wept for the losses.

Nothing could have prepared her for this. She had failed. When the door opened and the others stepped inside she did not hear them. She could only hear the beating of her heart in her chest.

Hands on her shoulders ripped her from her thoughts. Her sisters were her strength and those around her.

She loved them all. They were the protectors of innocents and those alike. They were the saviors of the children. They were witches. They, were The Protectors.




Based loosely on Charmed and Practical Magic, this thread is open to all commers. Please join me in creating a world of protectors against evil and those that would do harm to others.

Walk with me in the path of the protectors. Create your own character, your own powers.

 

[wyckdwench]

She walked through the door and was not surprised to see her sister caught in the emotions of the loss. Every loss was hard on them all, to each of them it meant they had failed again. Each loss was just as hard to swallow as the very first.

She laid her hand on her sister's shoulder to let her know, feel that she was there. She was certain her sister had not heard them walk through the door as she was so lost in her pain. With her other hand she brushed through the girl's hair hoping to further comfort her.

It was always important that they remember no matter what they had each other. Together they would always be strong and able to get through anything. At times like these it was not always an easy thing to keep in mind. If they were so strong how could they still lose?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Regan Hollister

She could not hid her tears when her sister walked into the room.

"I fear I have failed. I let those innocents die. I tried, truley, I did but it wasnt enough. My powers werent strong enough. FUCK!!!! WHY DO WE FUCKING FAIL!!!!" she screamed.

She cried her silent tears falling on her sister's shoulder. They were supposed to be able to protect the innocents. Yet, she failed this time. Only when the magic isnt strong enough they fail and then it is only under extreme circumstances. But this time is was as if the forces were against her.

"Why?" she asked the air around her.

 

[papillon24]

Kyla sat in the garden among the herbs and spices that she grew. These were the baisis of potions and spells. These healed them when tey were sick or injured. These were what people around town came for if they were sick or injured.

She watched the life that surrounded her. A prickle ran down her back. A spell had failed, it was her sister's spell.

She grabbed a handful of camomile and made her way into the house.

There sat her sisters comforting each other.

Quickly she boiled some water and added the plant matter in. She brought three cups to the table along with the pot of tea. She poured one for each of them and sat in silence.

 

[wyckdwench]

Sarah

Sarah sat with her sister on the couch holding her while she cried. She could hear Regan in the kitchen brewing tea for them. She smiled as she thought of her sister's kindness. She was always thinking of others even in her pain.

Sarah knew the pain of them all. She could feel their pain just as if it were her own. It had taken her years to keep it from driving her insane herself. As she sat with Regan it was her sister's pain that she felt hard to contain because it was bound with her rage as well. She dared not speak in fear that the emotions would overwhelm her. Instead she sat there holding Regan hoping that the tea was almost done. She knew the distraction would do them both good.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Alina

Alina walked down the empty alleyway with a certain hesitation, she hated to be alone and she hated the dark. One never knows what loomes in the dark. Well sometimes Alina knows but most of the time she doesn't. Alina is the Seer and is very well known by anything supernatural, whether it be the forces of evil or the forces of good. They know of her. She is at the rip young age of 18 and already her "abilities" are beyond what they should be. But she has not mastered the ability yet. Alina can look in the distant future with keen accuracy and she gets preminitions of things to come, mostly bad things. These things come and go when they wish. She has not had time to actually train her mind because many demons from the underworld are after her for her unique gift. Alina has no friends and does not know her family. All she has is herself but she on a search for the sisters that are known as the Protectors. They could help her. She hoped............

 

[gagonthis]

The demon turned and opened his mouth, breathing fire at the young man. He was pushed backwards, barely raising his circle of protection in time as the bottoms of his jeans caught fire and his firey red hair was singed. "Christ already. Time out!" He yelled as the demon drew in for another breathe launching another blast of fire, forcing him to duck out of the way. The demon laughed evilly, at least Sharn thought he laughed, the sound that came out sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "I am bound by another to rend the flesh from your bones mortal, but even if I were not so bound I would kill you anyway to harvest your soul." The demon growled and launched himself forward, choosing to abandon his supernatural abilities to tear the youngster apart with his bare hands. Sharn panted, he was nearly out of juice, this fight having drained him. Still he focused all his energy into the ring on his right hand and held it out in front of him, forcing his will into a shield. He cringed as the demon flew towards it.

CRACK! The demon struck the shield and it crumbled instantly as Sharn's concentration was wrenched away by the blowback of magical force. It still saved him though, the demon was blasted backwards twenty feet, landing in a daze. He started to rise, but Sharn was already hoofing it away, as fast as his 5'10 stance would allow. He heard the demon coming at him again, and knew he had to find something to combat him with or he would be dead very soon.

Sharn had been on the run for the past week, ever since he'd defected. He had had enough with the killing. Since he was old enough to remember he had been raised in the manner of evil. Dark ritual marks scarred his body, tributes to the power the Order of Shadows served, the high balor Dravic and his mind burned with the evils he had performed in the demon's name, innocent sacrifaces, drinking the blood of the living, all in the name of power. Sharn had reached his breaking point when the Order had presented him with a means to ultimate power.. through bathing in the blood of infants. They tried to bend his mind to their wills, but he found inner strength and fought them off long enough to escape. Now he was on the run attempting to find safety somewhere, but demons like ole' fire-breath back there weren't making it very easy on him.

He dodged to his left sharply as he felt rather than saw the demon descend on top of where he just was. "Gotta be faster than that!" He yelled, taunting the demon as his emerald green eyes scanned the darkness for anything he could fight with. Sharn was an elemenal warlock, meaning he was one whose magic was of a primarily elemental nature, fire, cold, lightning, earth, that type of thing. Unfortunately Sharn was stunted in his magical development and found the only two elements he had any mastery of were Fire and Cold. This demon was obviously fire based and most likely would resist any attack as such. That left only cold for him to work with. He smiled in triumph as he saw what he was looking for. A large fountain was spouting high dead ahead. He ran for it with all his strength, pulling up just short and turning to face the demon. "I give up! Jesus almighty you're persistent!" He yelled as the demon slowed down, walking towards him tauntingly. "I'm sure they'd rather have me back in one piece right? You don't have to kill me." He kept talking, buying time to gather his strength for his last desperate attack. The demon bared his teeth and Sharn steeled his will, preparing for the creatures attack. "Actually the one whom bound me made no stipulations about bringing you back alive." And with that the demon launched himself into the air, gathering his breathe for another burst of flame as he set his long claws forward to impale Sharn. The young man stood, prepared to meet the assault and at the last possible moment unleashed the power he had gathered, forcing his will into the fountain. Time slowed as Sharn decelerated the molecules in one of the jets of water forcing it into a solid lance of ice that he mentally shoved forward to meet the demon's attack.

SHINK! The icicle lanced upwards, catching the demon under the chin and impaling him straight through the brain as Sharn ducked under its claws, rolling to the side and standing up shaking. The demon hissed and began to smoke, a dark miasma filling the air as the demon was sucked back under. It was impossible to kill a demon in the material world, only banish it back to where it came. Sharn sighed softly realizing he'd just made another enemy on top of the Order in the form of a demon angered at its banishment. Oh well Sharn thought as he walked away smiling what have I got to lose?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Regan looked up at Kyla and Sara. They stood for what good was left and here she was, angry at her own self for being incompetent. Maybe the elders were right, Maybe being the youngest, her powers would only do so much. Yet, she had been given the Ring of Amroalysis.

The Ring was a collection of the powers of the elders and was said to be the most powerful healing artifact among those that walked the line of witch and warlock.

Along with Sara's Ring of Efficata and the Ring of Maradone possessed by Kyla, hers was indestructable. Yet here she sat contemplating destroying it.

"I know, it is hard. I sit here and wonder why they gave us these things if we cannot be useful to ALL innocents. Yet, we loose one at least everytime. This sucks" she said her breath hitching from all the crying. She slowly sipped the tea.

She met Sara's glance. Her calm eyes were a change compared to Regans wild ones. They she turned her head and met Kyla's. So calm. What was it that made her different? Her age of course, yet, she had came into her powers earlier than both others and she was the one having the most difficulty controling them

 

[wyckdwench]

She met Sarah's glance, her calm eyes were a change compared to her own wild ones. Then she turned her head and met Kyla's, so calm. What was it that made her different? Her age of course, yet, she had came into her powers earlier than both others and she was the one having the most difficulty controling them

Sarah could sense the confusion within her sister in addition to the sadness and the anger. When Regan's gaze met her own she felt her searching for an answer.

"Little one, you worry too much about the whys'. Ok I know you hate it when I call you that - but it doesn't change the fact that its true. We are all different and its our differences that make our powers unique. You are not quite as wild and uncontrollable as you think. You don't give yourself enough credit for being as grounded as you are."

Sarah took her by the shoulders and told her that she actually reminded her a lot of their mother. Regan hadn't gotten to know her like Sarah and Kyla. She had only heard the stories that their grandmother and her sisters had told.

"Our mother was a lot like you in the begining. She had found her powers at a young age and was very 'spirited' as her mother often referred to it. She always felt she must be 'in control' and was disappointed with herself if she felt she wasn't. Grandmother said she would cry for hours over any failure that included a loss of an innocent, taking the blame entirely on her own shoulders."

"You must remember that there is a power surge under way on the dark side and some battles may require all of us to vanquish the evil. You can't blame yourself for doing your best. We'll study this one and find out why the potion didn't work. We will be ready next time."

She pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her cheek. She could feel some of the tension ease from her body even then.

 

[gagonthis]

Sharn groaned as he forced himself to keep walking, pulling himself along on one leg and a make-shift crutch. The first demon had been tiring enough to fight off, but Sharn didn't expect to face a full blown member of the Order immediately afterwards. It had taken the last of his will to survive the fight, finally escaping by grabbing onto the side of a moving truck as it whizzed by after having his leg broken in what he could tell was at least two spots. The speed of the truck had dislocated his shoulder when he grabbed on, but at least he was still alive. He quickly passed out in the bed of the truck, thankful he still had a little luck left on his side.

Reality flooded his eyes and the pain came rushing back to meet him as he awoke to conciousness. He sat up, noting his surroundings with a groan. He was in a town he had hoped to avoid. This was where the Protectors resided. Now though they might be his only chance. The Order had often spoken of the three sister's known as the Protectors with much disdain and menance. Sharn had pieced together a few things from the discussions he heard. They were ill-trained and undisciplined. And they were also three of the most powerful practioners the Order had gone up against. Sharn groaned. He was a warlock, stunted in his growth, controller of not-inconsiderable powers, but any of the three could wax the floor with him, especially given his current condition. Still, if he expected to survive the night he might have to seek them out.

Sharn grabbed a two by four out of the back of the truck and rolled out it, landing carefully on his good leg. Walking away from the parked truck he ducked into the shadows, making sure he was not seen. Pulling his sweatshirt hood over his head to hide his ritual marks on his neck he limped away, seeking a 7-11 or some other open store where he could ask directions to the nearest holistic medicine store or Wiccan bookstore. It would be as good a place as any to start his search.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Alina sighed softly as she made her way down a busy main street, heading in a random direction. She was alone, in a place that she did not know and she was being chased by demons of the Underworld. Why had she been cursed with this ability? Many had called it a gift but to Alina it was a death sentence that had to be served eventually. She was amazed that she had made it this far by herself. She was a small girl and did not have any type of defenses but yet she survived. Perhaps, she was meant to live for something more important but that was something that only time could tell.

As she headed down the street, she felt the all to familiar pounding at her temples. "Oh God no! Not here!! Not in front of all these people!!" She put her hands over her temples and winced slightly as the mental image from the future started to force its way through her mind. Alina glanced around and spotted a deserted Wiccan store then quickly to the store for cover. She slipped inside the store and made her way to back quickly then fell to her knees as the images flooded her mind like a dam that had broken. Tears made small streams down her cheeks as the pain went from dull to excruitiating in seconds. The people from the store stood by and merely watched with shock and panic but they dared not touch her. It was as if they knew who she was or if they could feel her pain

 

[wyckdwench]

Sarah doubled over in pain. The onset was so sudden that it had startled both her sisters. They should be used to it by now but to see her in pain still bothered them. She tried to tell them that it was not her - she could feel two others in pain and searching. They were both confused but in pain and searching. She was hoping her sisters would know the rest.

 

[gagonthis]

Day had come as Sharn lay passed out on the truck and now he found it to be late morning as he drug himself through the shadows cast by the rising sun, searching for the building the man at the gas station had pointed him to. The man had seemed quite concerned by the state Sharn was in and offered to call him an ambulance. It took a small effort on Sharn's part to plant the suggestion in his mind that he didn't need help, just directions. It was about the extent of Sharn's mastery over mental magic, the ability to influence ones mind was not his strong point, but he had enough ability to get by.

He could feel his life energy flowing out of him. His wounds were not fatal, just a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and some major bruising. But the danger was not from outside but within. The warlock had hit him with a life-draining spell, one that was more insidious than Sharn had suspected. He thought he had blocked the spell, but there was a second one hidden within that struck at his soul and was now slowly sucking his lifeforce from him. He'd be dead by nightfall if he didn't seek help. The man had told him about a local woman whose herbal remedies work wonders on people's injuries. He only prayed that she was one of the three sisters.. and that they would help him.

Finding himself outside the address he lifted his hand to knock on the door. He felt so weak. He rapped on the door, feeling his conciousness again fading. With the last of his strength he pulled the hood further over his ritual marks, hoping they wouldn't, but knowing they would see his dark marks. He found the door and pounded again yelling out "I need help... please!" before passing out and falling to the ground in a heap.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

She stopped dead. A girl, a boy. Demon, no but one would need the other.

She reach for Sara and the screams pierced her head. She could feel the pain. Strangely, neither was innocents yet, here the three stood, feeling the confusion, and fear harboured by the two.


They would have to trace, and help. Something was not right. THe balance was wrong.

 

[wyckdwench]

Sarah felt the emotions slowly falling away and found herself in the arms of her sisters. She started to explain what had happened but could see on their faces they already knew. It was time to scry for the ones searching for them. What they wanted from the three of them was not revealed yet. Sarah hoped that with her sister's help they could discover what was ahead of them. She preferred to be prepared rather than be surprised. Sarah could tell that they didn't have much time. Whoever they were they were closer than she first thought.