The Dark soul

From the beginning, there has always been magic. It can destroy us, but it can also be the best thing for us.

Things are not always black and white; witches are not always bad, but they are not always good, either.

Back to a time not so long ago, there was a witch named Lady Isra, and she was incredibly powerful. She possessed a great many abilities and qualities: power, control, authority, and beauty. But yet she had no heart, and a witch without a heart is a wicked witch indeed because as this story tells, she became darker as time went on.

We began in autumn when the leaves were tumbling down from the trees in bold shades of cherry, flamed orange, and burnt copper. The land was changing; the season of summer was escaping. Many men and women cared not to dwell here.

Amidst the beauty of the land, a majestic shining tower stood on a hilltop and was the center of it all, showcasing the land’s most ferocious villain. She was not at all kind, graceful, or loving. She had lost a love many years ago, and now only bitter tears flowed. Tears of what she had lost, tears of what she’d once had. Tears of fear, regret, and pain.

Life for this witch was never quite the same as it once was. She kept to herself and spoke with only the animals, having a strong connection with them. She admired their beauty and power. She knew many of the beings by name, and some were even guides and messengers who helped her from time to time. They were not afraid of her despite the consuming darkness inside her soul. They saw good in all beings, a trait not very well known.

In this land, the witch was highly respected but also feared. It was said in many villages, “Do not cross the witch! She is very wicked and doesn’t take kindly to being crossed.” The best advice the townspeople could give was, “Stay away from her.”

The witch did not care for them or their words; she lived in seclusion and had done so for most of her life and was comfortable with it. She spent most of her time studying her craft and learning more about the world she lived in, reading up on all the secret and not so secret knowledge of the magical world that not many knew of or even cared about.

Sometimes people would come to the witch because they’d heard of the things she could do. She could banish, but she could bind and return selfish and negative behaviors back to those who had originally cast them out, as well. She knew every curse and all the hexes. If someone had a problem and wasn’t afraid of her, she was the one they could go to for help.

A young lady had come to the witch and asked for her assistance, for another woman was attempting to take her husband. The witch prepared a spell, and after doing everything that needed to be done, she sat the young woman down and told her what to do. When they were done, she thought it was the last she would hear from her.

A week later on a dark, full moon, the young woman contacted the witch again. She had been sitting at her table sorting herbs and putting them into their correctly labeled jars when a loud knock on the old, stiff oak door startled her. She saw it was the young woman, invited her in and made some tea.