Melanie's Witch Series: Part 14 The Battle in Ireland

The Dark Realm

Boiling black cast iron cauldrons were bubbling all over the floor. The fires from them burning were the only light visible. It lit this cavern in an evil way. The walls had a green ooze pouring out of its crevices. The dark floor was filled with old apothecary bottles holding, human eyes, noses,fingers, and ears. The creatures at the cauldrons had heads that were so grotesque that at first sight, you wondered if it was even possible to be a head. The horns curled around their grotesque misshapen heads. Each horn had open cracks with white ooze coming out of them. The horns had warts and blisters bubbling on them. They also had markings on them for rank. The more marks the horns contained, the higher the rank of the creature. Their heads were closer to an egg shape than round. Their bodies had the fluidity of water. They wore burlap strips as their clothing. They had no visible shape to them. They mumbled in some language and had no noticeable teeth when they mumbled. They spit fire when they each got done murmuring. Nothing about these creatures or this place was normal. This was the cost of doing too much black magic. They paid the price in living in the darkness and doing spells for evil’s sake,which caused them to morph into these morbid creatures.

Their fearless leader Gerd the Enchantress floated above her minions. She watched them mixing her evil spells. She loved to torture them when they made a mistake. Her name meant peace, but she was anything but peaceful. She watched and waited for them to make a mistake and would kick over a bottle of body parts that were all over the ground, and she would throw them into the bottle, seal it and she would breathe ice over the bottle and freeze the creature in the bottle. When they thawed out they would go back to their cauldrons until the next time they made a mistake.

Gerd had not allowed her minions to go above ground and steal Melanie’s brush from her cottage. She knew if she went it would leave a frosty chill behind that the witch could detect, but she was confident that her minions would bumble it up. She was sure she could control her chill, but again she was wrong. She left such a chill behind that the cottage was half frozen. Even so, she had Melanie’s hair and she was one step closer to ending her family’s blood line. She had sent her minions to get her mother and her grandmother’s brushes, but each time they were unsuccessful. Both of them had placed a spell of protection over the tiny Irish cottage, but Melanie did not know to do that as she was just starting to understand her powers and magic. Gerd thought that was reckless, but Melanie felt safe in her family’s space.

Gerd took the hair brush and had it put in a safe place, a magical place, a hyper freeze portal. She left it there and it could only be retrieved by her own spell. She was not taking any chances. She wanted this powerful blood line destroyed or at least in a proverbial frozen state. She could rule the magic world with her evil powers if the family was dispersed. Melanie’s mother and grandmother battled Gerd before, but they never told Melanie about it, and to Gerd that was reckless and Melanie was her target. Gerd was getting ready for a battle that would cost thousands of lives. If she succeeded Melanie and her family would die. She would take Lucious, Melanie’s son, and raise him as her own protege.

Meanwhile back at the cottage…

Melanie cleaned up her room. She would have to go purchase a new hairbrush in town. Her wild vibrant red curls needed to be tamed.She would have to try to tie them back until she could get back into town. She grabbed her green scarf and flipped her head upside down. She tied the scarf up top of her head and let the curls fall down below it. She really needed a break from whatever was going on with her, her cottage, and whatever else, but she had to force herself to huddle down and study. She grabbed her phone, her spell books and nestled up to the fireplace with her favorite wing back chair. Something was hunting her. She called her mom to see how her son Lucious was doing and to discuss what was happening with this hair brush, the freeze in the cottage, and to see if maybe whatever was after her, her mother might know something about. She talked to her mother about everything that happened and when she hung up the phone, she grabbed her spell book, and placed a spell of protection on the cottage. Instantly she felt safer. She pet Griffin, warmed up by the fire she and her cat relaxed for the first day in days. It felt good to know she was safe and warm and happy for the first time in a long time.

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Happy Haunting

xo

Debbie