To see what is in front of one's nose requires a constant struggle
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A true story that held its ending this June in Stormwind with the verdict of the High Inquisitional Court of the Holy Church of Light
MAY LIGHT HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL
The Story of a Witch
The two women were now nearing Westbrook Garrison. One in black velvet robes and a hood, the other in a simple light blue dress. Despite her old age, Porena did not stop to rest or lose speed, while by the time the two reached Forest's Edge, Eva was out of breath.
Finally, the old woman stopped on the road. Eva hid behind the bushes, not sure if she should reveal her presence to Sister Malkin. Old Porena Malkin looked to the right, then to the left, as if making sure nobody was watching. She clapped her hands seven times and then spread her arms in the directions of East and West. At that moment Eva thought the grim dark velvet of the old woman's sleeves reminded her of a great black bat.
The woman then swiftly moved into the depths of Forest's Edge. Eva decided that Porena, who was not from Elwynn, doesn't know the danger of going that way so she ran after her. She kept running, unable to see the other woman among the dark trees so she began shouting out her name. There was no answer. Eva continued the search, convinced that the old woman probably can't hear her and doesn't know the peril she's in.
Suddenly Eva realized she went quite far into the forest. Something was not right though... Where were all the monsters and beasts that were supposed to be here? Wild boars, wolves, bands of gnolls...
The young matron felt a hand grip her shoulder tightly. She turned around to see a figure clad in black. After a moment Eva made a sigh of relief.
"There you are, Sister Malkin! I was looking all over for you. You shouldn't be here, it's dangerous. There are wolves and gnolls in these parts of the forest."
"Don't worry about beasts, my dear. They won't bother us 'till dawn." the old crow cackled.
"What are you talking about? We should go. I really think we should go!"
Eva knew something wasn't right. She felt it as soon as Sister Malkin opened her mouth. She had a strange, disturbing smile on her face and her eyes flickered with internal flames. Evil flames.
"You, my dear, are a guest."
"A guest? A guest where?" the young matron yelled. She noticed that Sister Malkin's grasp of her shoulder now became like strong, like iron.
"A guest at our Akelarre!"
"Sabbat, sabbat, you foolish little girl!" the old woman let go of Eva's shoulder and slapped her hard on the left cheek.
At those words, blue lights began appearing out of nowhere, closing in a circle around the two women.
Eva, who was now on the ground, knocked down by Sister Malkin, began looking around to find twelve blue light around them with no significant spaces in between and a thirteenth one illuminating from Porena.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and a small crack formed two feet away from Eva. From the black crack, green fire shot out and stayed above ground even though there was no lumber to support it.
Eva knew what this was. She heard about things like these from priests at the Cathedral. Sabbat - a gathering of witches from one clan. Malkin! How did she not think of this right away? Malkin was a powerful warlock who lived a long time ago and tales of whom are still told in a quiet voice by the locals. He did a lot of evil and, they say, he had a daughter who, in turn, had twelve daughters and...
But Eva's sudden epiphany chain was interrupted when Porena began shouting to the twelve witches around them...
"Welcome, my daughters. Welcome, the great clan of Malkins! Tonight we have less work to do. We don't need to find a pure, innocent girl to bring as a sacrifice to the Fiend. She found us!"
The witches, including Porena, began cackling in a disguisting manner, and Eva did not need the light of day to see Porena's rotting yellow teeth in the dark.
The laughter was interrupted by gunshots. Rifle fire came from all directions, aimed at the malevolent circle. The green flame revealed Porena's face, twisted with anger, for a short moment and then went out, returning to the underworld where it came from.
Porena raised her hands in the air and said something in a foreign language at which point an explosion threw Eva many yards away and there were no more forest, no more gunshots, no more witches summoning each other out of the dangerous place...
There was only oblivion and nothing mattered.
To be continued...
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Main Editor: Benedict Doloscicki