Malinda looked around, her keen eyes on alert for anything suspicious. Finally she gave a sigh and acquiesced, "Alright, Justine. Let's take a few minutes to rest. But we mustn't take too long...
Re-shared for Fandango's Flashback Friday prompt. This legend cannot be told without first discussing the incredible tools Queen Rhoda, herself, created - thanks to her deep love for Pytheos, the Greek fisherman. The Amber Web and pearl helmets used by the queen and her Grecian lover are not merely objects of lore. Their existence has… Continue reading Pytheos & Rhoda, Queen of the Amphitrite Sea; Myths & Legends of Encante
“Welcome, one and all, to the thirty-third regional Thunderfall competition! We have before us today the best of the best - our reigning champs from 42 local competitions, and they’re ready to face off! Whoever wins tonight is headed to Nationals!"
Rose-colored curtains fluttered in the breeze. The open window faced a bright green lawn, split by a curved, stone walkway. The path led up to the front porch, where a mahogany double-door gleamed in the early morning light. Lying there, in the grass near the door, was a woman. She looked to be sleeping peacefully,… Continue reading Hekate’s 9th Key
Oracle Owl had many visitors. Even the mice and voles came to her with their many questions. There was one creature, however, who doubted her powers. A crow by the name of Eugene constantly disputed her claims. One way or another, she’d eventually be proven right, but that never seemed to bother the old, crotchety… Continue reading Oracle Owl
"Justine! No! You can't face him alone!" Malinda's concern was palpable, hanging heavy in the air between the two witches. "I have to, Malinda. Eleyna's too hurt to go on, and she needs you and Alice's help." Justine gulped, staring at the imposing yacht docked near Castle Andar. "It's up to me." Chewing her bottom… Continue reading An Alternate Ending – Justine, The Martyr
An orb of tidal power, The silvery sphere glows bright. The rare white blossoms flower and graceful birds take flight. Now, in the midnight hour, 'Neath the harvest moon's soft light, We, witches three, Gather by the sea To borrow from its might. When in comes the tide, And the waves rise high, We focus… Continue reading Gaia Provides
As their hands clasped, a shiver of energy ran through the twosome. Her lavender eyes flashed. She dropped Declan’s hand and her body began to vibrate and flicker in and out of existence.