communities.
Christianity came into existence and the world began to view witchcraft differently. The Church began a merciless assault on the Witches. The Church declared that any persons practicing witchcraft were Devil worshippers, pure evil and were against the Church. A worldwide panic began as the Christian faith spread to all parts of the world. The Witches went into hiding. They could no longer practice out in the open. They were no longer accepted in the communities that once loved them. They were forced out of their homes and had to run for their lives.
Witch-hunts began, as did burning witches at the stake. The Pope authorized the killings of Witches. The Christians hid behind their Bibles, quoting the verse, “ Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. ”
Witch-hunts became more common across Europe, the Americas and other countries. Witches were hunted down and killed by burning at the stake, being stoned to death or drowned. This began the Witch migration. Covens were uprooted to other parts of the world so that they may live in peace. They would hide amongst the shadows and when they would need to deal with the humans, they would not divulge that they were Witches and would act as human as possible. Most Witches do not look any different than humans. They had to hide their true selves and their powers so that they may live. New generations were taught in secret. The older generations refused to let the old way die out.
Over the centuries Witches continued to practice in secret, honed their powers, believing that one-day, those who shunned them would accept them again, one day they will be powerful again, grow in numbers, and one day, will be needed to save mankind.
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T he spell room in the Văduva estate is located in the lower level of the home beneath the earth’s surface. I walk down the dark winding tunnels to the spell room. I pause outside the massive dark wooden door. It’s been a while since I’ve been in here. Most of my time has been spent in Faery since I became an official member of the Guardians.
I push open the door and step in. It never ceases to amaze me of all the wonder and power that can be found in the spell room. The room is large, dark, but strangely comforting. There are small glass windows near the ceiling that are scattered around the room that lets in just enough sunlight. Candles are scattered everywhere to light up the room. Even though the rest of the house is modernized, my grandmother has kept her spell room dated to the old ways of the Witch.
The bookshelves house ancient spell books, herbology books, books on healing that my grandmother has collected over time. There are a few tables, counter tops to work on and even a few couches. There are shelves that house hundreds of different types of natural herbs, stones, candles and everything else that a witch would need to cast a spell or make potions or ointments.
My grandmother is working alongside my aunt Adela, who is the youngest of the Văduva daughters. Adela is vertically challenged like all the Văduva women with her round face and the same black hair as we all have. She has warm brown eyes that always seem to twinkle. When she turns and sees me coming to the door, a huge warm smile stretches across her face. I can’t help but run to her and hug her. She’s my favorite aunt on my mother’s side. She reminds me so much of my mother.
“Aunt Adela!” I step back grinning.
“Lina, my dear. Why have you been here for a few days and I’m just now seeing you?” She playfully looks hurt.
“I’ve been running around working on the disappearances. I’ve barely had time for anything else.”
“Not too busy to fight with your cousin again, I hear.” She raises her eyebrow.
“Calista is always begging to get punched in the face.”
“Next time just make sure I’m there so I can witness it!” We laugh together. I knew I loved this woman! Even when I was child, Adela has always looked out for me. When my
Christianity came into existence and the world began to view witchcraft differently. The Church began a merciless assault on the Witches. The Church declared that any persons practicing witchcraft were Devil worshippers, pure evil and were against the Church. A worldwide panic began as the Christian faith spread to all parts of the world. The Witches went into hiding. They could no longer practice out in the open. They were no longer accepted in the communities that once loved them. They were forced out of their homes and had to run for their lives.
Witch-hunts began, as did burning witches at the stake. The Pope authorized the killings of Witches. The Christians hid behind their Bibles, quoting the verse, “ Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. ”
Witch-hunts became more common across Europe, the Americas and other countries. Witches were hunted down and killed by burning at the stake, being stoned to death or drowned. This began the Witch migration. Covens were uprooted to other parts of the world so that they may live in peace. They would hide amongst the shadows and when they would need to deal with the humans, they would not divulge that they were Witches and would act as human as possible. Most Witches do not look any different than humans. They had to hide their true selves and their powers so that they may live. New generations were taught in secret. The older generations refused to let the old way die out.
Over the centuries Witches continued to practice in secret, honed their powers, believing that one-day, those who shunned them would accept them again, one day they will be powerful again, grow in numbers, and one day, will be needed to save mankind.
----
T he spell room in the Văduva estate is located in the lower level of the home beneath the earth’s surface. I walk down the dark winding tunnels to the spell room. I pause outside the massive dark wooden door. It’s been a while since I’ve been in here. Most of my time has been spent in Faery since I became an official member of the Guardians.
I push open the door and step in. It never ceases to amaze me of all the wonder and power that can be found in the spell room. The room is large, dark, but strangely comforting. There are small glass windows near the ceiling that are scattered around the room that lets in just enough sunlight. Candles are scattered everywhere to light up the room. Even though the rest of the house is modernized, my grandmother has kept her spell room dated to the old ways of the Witch.
The bookshelves house ancient spell books, herbology books, books on healing that my grandmother has collected over time. There are a few tables, counter tops to work on and even a few couches. There are shelves that house hundreds of different types of natural herbs, stones, candles and everything else that a witch would need to cast a spell or make potions or ointments.
My grandmother is working alongside my aunt Adela, who is the youngest of the Văduva daughters. Adela is vertically challenged like all the Văduva women with her round face and the same black hair as we all have. She has warm brown eyes that always seem to twinkle. When she turns and sees me coming to the door, a huge warm smile stretches across her face. I can’t help but run to her and hug her. She’s my favorite aunt on my mother’s side. She reminds me so much of my mother.
“Aunt Adela!” I step back grinning.
“Lina, my dear. Why have you been here for a few days and I’m just now seeing you?” She playfully looks hurt.
“I’ve been running around working on the disappearances. I’ve barely had time for anything else.”
“Not too busy to fight with your cousin again, I hear.” She raises her eyebrow.
“Calista is always begging to get punched in the face.”
“Next time just make sure I’m there so I can witness it!” We laugh together. I knew I loved this woman! Even when I was child, Adela has always looked out for me. When my
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