The Witch’s Memory part 23

The three women came closer to the girl
The magic in their eyes beginning to swirl
“Our elongated lives allow us to learn
Which side of the world we’d rather turn
We were spoiled by our royal life
Ignorant to all the turmoil and strife
That was brought about by our bloodline
Although presented with many we could not read a single sign
Being kidnapped by your ancestor did cause distress
Of that we could have had much less
Without it though we would have stayed dull
Caught up in the fog of the world’s lull
We would have never seen how magic works
And how all the riches bestowed to us were really a curse
Your ancestor was wise and quick
Identifying what was making the world sick
He taught us all his many ways
That is why we shower his legacy with praise
Jaspeak the first was not as dark as stories have told
The man was strong and bold
With revelations that transcended time
Jaspeak was great, no, he was sublime”
The girl sat and rued on their word
Something inside of her at once stirred
A forgotten calling caught in the chambers of their heart
As if it had been there from the very start
She took every last word as true
Her yearning to learn more magic set to brew
The pain within her dampened her attitude
All the more as she started to broad
Over all she’d lost because of that boy
Her heart, ner desires, her joy
She’d make him suffer just as she had
For those lost, her mom and dad
It was equal justice in the confines of her mind
To appease the sorrows of all her kind
The women welcomed her with open arms
Casting upon her useful charms
Immortality, divinity, and grace
Enough to handle the long road ahead no matter the case
They trained her much like they had
Been brought up by her great-great-great granddad
They did not treat Jaspeak like a gentle flower
More over they did not hold back with their power
Blow after blow, hit after hit
To stave off the pain her teeth she would grit
As her pain though great, could hardly compare
To what her people suffered from the boy so fair
A day turned to a week which turned to a year
That year turned to a decade Jaspeak had to engineer
A plan to exact her revenge
Her bloodline she was sure to avenge
Though time passed on much like a river can flow
It did little to extinguish her glow
Although older she truly was at heart
She was the same girl she was from the start
Beautiful and rosy cheeked
While carrying the darkness that she did seek
Meanwhile the prince felt the passing of time
His heart patched with black from the nature of his crime
He was built more solid than when he had met
The witch for whom he’d never forget

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Writing Quote Wednesday

People say, ‘What advice do you have for people who want to be writers?’ I say, they don’t really need advice, they know they want to be writers, and they’re gonna do it. Those people who know that they really want to do this and are cut out for it, they know it.
—R.L. Stine

The Witch’s Memory part 9 (recap)

For now though the flame was but a kiss
As she hoped to catch the wolves amiss
The wolves, four in all, marched in on stony paw
A beautiful sight that would leave her in awe
She waited with bated breath
For the stone creatures of death
To cross her path of her fiery blast
And the time arose at last
She’d do her best to fire at their backs
Then something stopped her and her prey dead in their tracks
An arrow sliced the air colliding with a stone wolf’s snout
Causing it to turn about
Glowering deep with eyes of pure onyx
The perpetrator is where its eyes did fix
Up on a hill looking proud and heroic
Was a man standing stoic
He looked ridiculous against the black
An obvious amount of common sense he did lack
His clothes were bright and a tad obnoxious
They were brighter than his wits
A scarf covered half his face
One made with a steady hand and grace
And his eyes were a dazzling blue
One that showed his heroism through and through
“Go back from where you came
Or I’ll slaughter you all or leave you lame
This forest does not belong to thee
It is now under the ownership of me!”
Said the shadowy cloaked figure
Puffing out his chest several sizes bigger
The stone wolves thought nothing of the threat
They moved towards him to make him regret
Ever stepping into their hallowed land
Through snouts of stony teeth they’d make him understand
The man fired off a few more sharp shafts
Their effect was rather daft
Clacking off the stony hide
From this distance she felt the man’s waning pride
With the wolves distracted this was her chance
To snatch the plant and watch her power enhance
Jaspeak gave a groan of disgust
Knowing full well she needed to do what she must
Saving the day for this ridiculous clown
Hoping the moon didn’t begin its descent down
By the time she was done with this feat
So she could claim her prize so sweet
She crept up behind the beasts of stone
The fire on her fingertips having grown
Arrows continued to fly recklessly
Leaving Jaspeak to dodge two or three
She muttered her disdain to the night
While keeping the wolves within her sight
The cloaked figure backpedaled till he fell over in a heap
The wolves prepared themselves to leap
Jaspeak launched the crackling flame
Then shielded her eyes from the light which came
From the fiery orb burning bright as the sun
Once it was launched it couldn’t be undone

The Witch’s Memory part 8 (recap)

Her destiny for greatness easy to see
Jaspeak gave her father a hug
Truly a powerful and wondrous drug
One capable of washing away woe and trepidation
Filling his soul with overwhelming elation
Of course with his heart melted it was time to pressure
What it was she actually wished to do
The young lady asked to delve deep
Into the woods while the sun did sleep
To be watched over by no more than moon and prayer
Assuring him that she was able to care
For herself and her own well being
Not to forget the knowledge she’d be acquiring
There was no fight he was able to provide
A youngling’s education could not be denied
So with a grudging groan he submitted to her whim
And the lovely girl went to hug him
Not stopping in her praise that he was the best
Although it did his heart well he knew it was jest
Jaspeak went skipping off into the dark of the forest
Where woodland creatures were seeking their rest
She would be sure to not disturb their slumber
Knowing a lone girl would be at the mercy of their number
Whether beasts large or small
In a multitude she was bound to fall
Tonight was not meant to see danger
Whether by creature or tall creepy stranger
There was a plant she did seek
Granted to bring a potion to its peak
She sought the petals of the Luna Bloom
Which blossomed when there was an air of gloom
When the full moon was high above the line of cloud
The sagging flower would stand erect and proud
In full bloom petals of white and green
Would illuminate the pistols of golden sheen
She’d gather the flowers and embrace their musk
As with mortar and pistol she’d grind them to dust
To give her potion that extra spice
Yes that would make it oh so nice
She trotted off into the woods so deep
The further she went the more her heart did leap
The Luna Blossoms were calling to her
For that she would never deter
Her heart skipped a beat as the trees did curl
To keep the secrets they wished not to unfurl
Soon she came to a clearing
Her task’s end was nearing
Moonlight shone through the treetop canopy
Illuminating a beautiful sight to see
Standing alone against the dark
Its paleness making it rather stark
With the flower reaching up to the moon
The Luna Blossom would open soon
Watching the vision her heart did seize
When suddenly there was a rumble from the trees
It was a sound fierce and coarse
She didn’t need to know the source
Stone wolves were coming in a fearsome pack
It would not take much for them to attack
Whether bloodlust or actual hunger
There was no denying the amount of danger
She crawled back amongst the shadow
Not knowing which way to go
Her prize was sitting in her grasp
It wouldn’t take long for it to relapse
Back to its original form
Just a flower of the norm
Losing all of its magical property
And that she felt just could not be
The flower was going to bloom tonight
If not now it would be another thirty lights
She had to get it before the moon did fade
They laws of magic must be obeyed
Anger inside of her began to rise
When out of the darkness came creatures of great size
Stone wolves, skin grey and draped in moss
Stepped into the light giving them a luminescent gloss
They snapped and growled in dark savagery
Causing resting creatures in the forest to flee
Carefully she continued to crouch down
Making sure not to make a sound
For if she did the result would be grave
No matter how bold and brave
Stone wolves were hungry beasts
Always in search of their next feast
Getting rid of them was easier said than done
As you needed assistance from a burning sun
For a magician of her caliber this was an easy feat
Such a standard she was able to meet
She whispered words to the tips of her fingers
When the words settled and lingered
A small spark of flame looked up at her
Patiently awaiting the next set of words which were
The ones that would make it grow and rise
To double, triple, and quadruple in size
Where the fire would sizzle and burn
To make those foolish stone wolves learn
For now though the flame was but a kiss
As she hoped to catch the wolves amiss
The wolves, four in all, marched in on stony paw
A beautiful sight that would leave her in awe
She waited with bated breath
For the stone creatures of death