Lady_Jade666
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Down south was a kingdom known as Pandora, it was now ruled by a middle-aged king. His father died and he took the throne at the age of 20, now he is in his late 30’s early 40’s and seemed happy. He had befriended a girl who was actually a servant and have grown found of one another, only issue was he had no idea she was a witch. Her love for him was strong, as was his. They kept their friendship hidden from everyone and anyone, the king had her as a personal maid and behind closed doors he was a very sweet person. Rose was a witch that could get visions and knew that one day soon she was going to be forced to show what she was, she had many nightmares where she hides what she is and ends up loosing her best friend in the process. That was something she would never allow and she kept it secret even though there were times she almost told him. Rose knew he hated witches and loosing his friendship would suck much more then being killed. The king had been having issues with a kingdom up north and was preparing for war, just in case his intel was correct. Then finally one day she wakes up crying out, she saw his death and knew it would happen today, she couldn’t let that happen so today was the day he had to know.
Rose was soaking in a tube when she fell asleep and could see the war as she slept, most of the kingdom would be wiped out. Something she would never be able to allow, because she loved the king, she would sacrifice herself. When she finally found the courage to tell him she was a witch, they were interrupted by a staff member telling the king battle was close at hand. He started to get his armor on and getting ready for a war he would loose if she didn’t step in, so she silently stood there watching him. Willing to die for a kingdom was a very rare thing when it came to royalty. She got dressed after her soak and did what she had to do like she always did, it was a job she didn’t mind to have to be honest. The king before him treated her like shit and ended up killing her mother. She had a ton of hate in her heart but now? She had nothing but forgiveness and she had no idea why she did, since he hurt her in the end as well. Rose could hear someone coming up from behind her and she turned her head, and saw something she never wanted to see. And that? Was to prepare for a war he could not win.
He left kissing her before leaving and she paced back and forth, unsure what to do. It had been a long day but right before dinner time she stopped dead in her tracks and saw his death, knowing he was about to die. “No.” She whispered and put the dish down. She hurried to the king’s bedroom and began to get dressed, and she dressed in his clothing. She had to hurry and didn’t think twice about doing it. Her hair in a breaded bun and took off running, the longer she ran the closer the battle started to get closer. She could see the fire and when she got to the top of the hill her eyes went very wide seeing the king on the ground onto his back. She ran for the man ready to kill the king and thrust a sword right through the mans back and knew just how far to thrust the sword as she screamed. The man fell to his knees and her boot went to his back as she forced the sword out the way it came through him. And the body fell and a soft thud could be heard, she looked at the king tears in her eyes. Walking up to him she knelt down beside him seeing he was badly hurt; it wouldn’t kill him but she could see the pain.
She put the sword close to his hand and placed her bare hands onto the ground “I could never tell you I didn’t know how to tell you; I didn’t want the man whom I wanted to look at me with kindness and love to never look at me betrayed and wanting to kill me. I’m a witch my king, but my power comes from the elements not from the darkness that the other witches use. I borrow the power I do not have much of it myself, black magic couldn’t do this…” She closed her eyes and her hands that were on the ground started to glow. “Mother I beg you for you are mother nature give me the strength to protect this king, give me the ability to help.” Her head picked up and when her eyes opened her eyes were her own not black like a black witch. Picking her hands up and placed them one on his leg the other on his chest as all wounds started to heal. Unfortunately, while she was healing him, they were being surrounded by the enemy. But she could feel their energy all around them so she wasn’t blind to it like other people would be, these people didn’t leave prisoners and they wanted his death.
“Step away from him girl and we will let you go!”
She let the king go and they didn’t see what she had done, seeing the king’s hand on the sword. She looked into his eyes and slowly moved her hand to his taking the blade from him. “What ever happens I will always love you; I am sorry I could never find the words to tell you. I didn’t want to hurt you I love you too much to do that to you, this is my own sacrifice to protect you and your kingdom.” She slowly stood up looking at him with such sadness it almost suffocated her. She took the sword in both of her hands laid out flat in a none defensive posture. She closed her eyes and felt the energy around her, she could hear the whispers of those long dead. She could hear the whispers of the victims that these men took, how many good kings in this kingdom alone that they took. The chanting the king would be able to hear, the voices of the dead she gave him the ability to hear and the ability to understand what she was about to say in an old language long forgotten in his kingdom. She whispered the chant to him her eyes locked onto his as tattoos started to be inked by an unseen force, everything on her skin all meant protection to them and the whole kingdom.
For This Invocation - “Tawol Athodu’
I, the Rune Master – “Ek, Erilaz,”
Servant Of Odin – “Owlthuthewaz”
call upon The One of the Sun – “Saawilagar”
to aid our army – “Hateka Harja”
When she said it at first it was a whisper only the two could hear but when she turned on her heel and put the sword high above her head, she said it again but this time with much anger. No one had seen a witch like her because a witch like her no longer around, everyone wanted the ability to destroy but her ability was to protect. To those who couldn’t understand what she was saying it sounded like witch craft but to the king he would be able to understand so he could judge for himself if her death would be worth it, that her sacrifice was out of love and not anger was the major difference. As she chanted the sword started to glow and it was a white glow that surrounded them, when she screamed which sounded like a bunch of people screaming she thrust the sword into the ground and a force that had no form or color took out everyone that she calmed was the enemy. Only leaving the two, the king’s men and all the kingdom. The white light touched everything that was the enemy turned to ash and she panted softly, the tattoos vanished off her skin. As she slowly turned around, her tears now red with her blood. The wounds that the king had now seen on her body instead of his, she smiled weakly dropping the sword by his body.
“I…will always…love you. My King” She managed to say and she collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. Her breathing was very heavy and weak but she wasn’t dead, she was fighting to live.
Rose was soaking in a tube when she fell asleep and could see the war as she slept, most of the kingdom would be wiped out. Something she would never be able to allow, because she loved the king, she would sacrifice herself. When she finally found the courage to tell him she was a witch, they were interrupted by a staff member telling the king battle was close at hand. He started to get his armor on and getting ready for a war he would loose if she didn’t step in, so she silently stood there watching him. Willing to die for a kingdom was a very rare thing when it came to royalty. She got dressed after her soak and did what she had to do like she always did, it was a job she didn’t mind to have to be honest. The king before him treated her like shit and ended up killing her mother. She had a ton of hate in her heart but now? She had nothing but forgiveness and she had no idea why she did, since he hurt her in the end as well. Rose could hear someone coming up from behind her and she turned her head, and saw something she never wanted to see. And that? Was to prepare for a war he could not win.
He left kissing her before leaving and she paced back and forth, unsure what to do. It had been a long day but right before dinner time she stopped dead in her tracks and saw his death, knowing he was about to die. “No.” She whispered and put the dish down. She hurried to the king’s bedroom and began to get dressed, and she dressed in his clothing. She had to hurry and didn’t think twice about doing it. Her hair in a breaded bun and took off running, the longer she ran the closer the battle started to get closer. She could see the fire and when she got to the top of the hill her eyes went very wide seeing the king on the ground onto his back. She ran for the man ready to kill the king and thrust a sword right through the mans back and knew just how far to thrust the sword as she screamed. The man fell to his knees and her boot went to his back as she forced the sword out the way it came through him. And the body fell and a soft thud could be heard, she looked at the king tears in her eyes. Walking up to him she knelt down beside him seeing he was badly hurt; it wouldn’t kill him but she could see the pain.
She put the sword close to his hand and placed her bare hands onto the ground “I could never tell you I didn’t know how to tell you; I didn’t want the man whom I wanted to look at me with kindness and love to never look at me betrayed and wanting to kill me. I’m a witch my king, but my power comes from the elements not from the darkness that the other witches use. I borrow the power I do not have much of it myself, black magic couldn’t do this…” She closed her eyes and her hands that were on the ground started to glow. “Mother I beg you for you are mother nature give me the strength to protect this king, give me the ability to help.” Her head picked up and when her eyes opened her eyes were her own not black like a black witch. Picking her hands up and placed them one on his leg the other on his chest as all wounds started to heal. Unfortunately, while she was healing him, they were being surrounded by the enemy. But she could feel their energy all around them so she wasn’t blind to it like other people would be, these people didn’t leave prisoners and they wanted his death.
“Step away from him girl and we will let you go!”
She let the king go and they didn’t see what she had done, seeing the king’s hand on the sword. She looked into his eyes and slowly moved her hand to his taking the blade from him. “What ever happens I will always love you; I am sorry I could never find the words to tell you. I didn’t want to hurt you I love you too much to do that to you, this is my own sacrifice to protect you and your kingdom.” She slowly stood up looking at him with such sadness it almost suffocated her. She took the sword in both of her hands laid out flat in a none defensive posture. She closed her eyes and felt the energy around her, she could hear the whispers of those long dead. She could hear the whispers of the victims that these men took, how many good kings in this kingdom alone that they took. The chanting the king would be able to hear, the voices of the dead she gave him the ability to hear and the ability to understand what she was about to say in an old language long forgotten in his kingdom. She whispered the chant to him her eyes locked onto his as tattoos started to be inked by an unseen force, everything on her skin all meant protection to them and the whole kingdom.
For This Invocation - “Tawol Athodu’
I, the Rune Master – “Ek, Erilaz,”
Servant Of Odin – “Owlthuthewaz”
call upon The One of the Sun – “Saawilagar”
to aid our army – “Hateka Harja”
When she said it at first it was a whisper only the two could hear but when she turned on her heel and put the sword high above her head, she said it again but this time with much anger. No one had seen a witch like her because a witch like her no longer around, everyone wanted the ability to destroy but her ability was to protect. To those who couldn’t understand what she was saying it sounded like witch craft but to the king he would be able to understand so he could judge for himself if her death would be worth it, that her sacrifice was out of love and not anger was the major difference. As she chanted the sword started to glow and it was a white glow that surrounded them, when she screamed which sounded like a bunch of people screaming she thrust the sword into the ground and a force that had no form or color took out everyone that she calmed was the enemy. Only leaving the two, the king’s men and all the kingdom. The white light touched everything that was the enemy turned to ash and she panted softly, the tattoos vanished off her skin. As she slowly turned around, her tears now red with her blood. The wounds that the king had now seen on her body instead of his, she smiled weakly dropping the sword by his body.
“I…will always…love you. My King” She managed to say and she collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. Her breathing was very heavy and weak but she wasn’t dead, she was fighting to live.
