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~Salem~
I walked into the large and exquisite Cathedral-- no one was here for now. "Time to collect my offerings." I smirked, walking to the incredibly huge statue of God, followed by paintings on the walls of his divine and halo-bearing angels. Walking up to the statue where my offerings should've been...there was nothing. Or rather...the offerings were there in the form of disinteegrated ashes. "What?! Ugh, it's those damned Witches!" I yelled, banging on the wall, luckily no one there. I sighed, "No matter. With my new stream of the Salem Witch Hunts, and the assistance of our new Sages...the Witches are bound to suffer Hell's fury." I said to myself as I walked out the door, and onto the battlefield. The battlefield...once known as Europe.

~Joshua~
The memories of the burning of my house and the assassination of my parents played, replayed and replayed even more-- constantly-- in my head. "I wonder...where that Witch is..." I murmured to myself as I sat, leaning on the debris of a church-- a church that has been completely and utterly destroyed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z956Vuzkrkw

God creates and Devil destroys-- they are two halves of the same coin. Create to destroy...that is true. But destroy to create? No...that doesn't seem to apply to me. The...'destroyers' of the world destroy of course, but some do not create. It is a false law of the world. In fact...aside from my emotion in general, it may explain why killing is the last thing I would do. Killing...destroying...a human life accomplishes nothing and creates nothing in return. It's just that some people don't care. Like that Witch, she took away everything I knew and loved, everything I had...but that created nothing for the victim-- for me. Just destruction. I looked to the sky hopelessly. "Just look at how small we all are compared to this world. Things happen and die, but the world goes on without hesiation. Either we don't matter...or the Earth just...doesn't care." I said to myself silently.

~Medea~
I ran off away from the Cathedral quickly. "F*** yeah! That should get Salem at least a little pissed." I exclaimed to myself as I continued running. "The offerings should be completely burned into ashes by now!" I scoffed with a minor chuckle. I kept on running and then stopped when I noticed a bench. "Damn it, these heels are HORRIBLE to run with..!" I complained as I kept them on anyway. They looked good on me.

Zola noticed that Joshua was about to pass out, and was a little irritated by this.

She smacked him to wake him up, and rolled her eyes.

"Do you usually pass out in front of potentially dangerous people?" Zola asked irkingly. She began to contemplate whether she should tell him of her intentions. Something about him seemed to make him trustworthy. And he probably knew his way around Europe better than she did...

"Look, Joshua," Zola began "I appreciate you helping me despite my skin color. Not a lot of youpale faces are this kind. But I'm here for a special reason, one you might not even believe to be real..."

She closed her eyes and sighed. After a few moments of silence, she began again.

"Do you believe in witches?" She whispered quietly so no one else could hear.

~Joshua~I jumped from the slap-- in fact my face was red with a hand mark. "Agh, sorry Zola. I didn't see you as dangerous-- or at least I don't see why you'd kill me..." I muttered in a little bit of pain. "I mean I'm pale and you're darker but aside from that we don't have too many differences. If I treated you differently I don't see why you wouldn't be able to do the same." I continued, rubbing my face. "Of course I believe in Witches though...I mean...she's the one that made my life miserable..." I said quietly then jumping to another, yet still similar topic. "I mean-- I am a Sage after all. No need to whisper too, this town's half-deserted."~Margaret~I began whistling the tune of 'Phillistine' across the town elegantly. I then even began to sing, which was unsual unless I was killing something. "Reaper, Reaper, that's what people call me...why? 'Cause they all die...when I sing I end their lives, you act as though payback makes you a noble man, is that a fact? Well, you're a goddamn Phillistine!"

(Mekina)

 

 

As she swung her poniard around, cutting tiny patches of grass, Mekina sighed. "I'm one of the younger ones. I deserve better than this! Oh well. It's easy to cut and slice with this thing."

 

 

 

"Leave me alone!" Brutous tumbled through the plants and trees. Imore chased after him as a panther. When she reached him, she transformed back to trip him. "Now what?" she asked him. "Back off!" Brutous responded. "I don't like being rejected..." "Sorry, but you're trying to kill me and all..."

Zola exhaled a sigh of relief. Finally, someone who'd believe her.

"Well, my parents had made a deal with a witch to keep me from dying when I was very sick. Only years later, it seemed that the witch hat come to collect her toll, as it took them away from our small African village. I'm here to take back my parents and kill the witch, with this dagger given to me by the archangel Michael." She held out the celestial dagger towards Joshua, then sheathed it again.

"Only, I'm not sure where to look..."

~Joshua~

I looked at Zola slightly sad, with much reminiscence. I felt the same way about a Witch...sort of. I wanted her to get what she deserved, but I wouldn't harm an animal-- much less a human or Witch. It seemed as if I was the only one who didn't have the bone to kill...out of this whole world. "I know that pain Zola...you didn't have to come here though, not on these grounds. These grounds of war...assassination...massacre..." I stopped realizing I was beginning to ramble. "Sorry...I guess I'm getting lost in my thoughts." I muttered to Zola. I never really fought a Witch, one spared me knowing I'd put up a fight as a Sage once I got older. But..." I stopped as I turned and heard a distant song. 'Reaper, Reaper...' "You hear that right, Zola?"

Zola looked around everywhere.

"Actually, yeah I do, what is that?" She asked curiously, her hands on the handle of her dagger.

~Joshua~

"It's...a song. Someone's singing it. It kind of has to do with killing though, so I say we probably shouldn't risk death by murder and song." I suggested, still tired but trying to stay awake to avoid another slap to the face.

 

~Margaret~

"Requiem, Aeternum..." I continued singing while unsheathing my scythes/guns into their gun forms. "Bullets right through the sternum, lullaby to Hell, babe, Reaper's got your name!" I spotted Joshua and Zola and shot both of them simultaneously.

 

~Joshua~

"Actually forget what I said!" I said frantically as I moved the cement underneath us as a wall against the bullets. "We should probably still escape though."

Bella walked around the carts and found a seat. She satted down and looked out the window. "I don't recognize this place. I wonder where this train is leading to."Bella wondered with curiosity in her mind. She waved her feet as she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned to see a man wearing an apron. "Tea young lady?"The man asks. Bella noded. The man then served her a cup of tea and handed it to her. "Here ya go. It's been a long ride from Venice."The man says. There had been so many passengers in the train,it wouldn't be a surprise that he didn't noticed that she wasn't there before. Bella blinked and noded a bit as she then drank a bit of tea. "(Tastes good.)"Bella says. She was about to ask where the train was headed,but the man was already gone to serve other people on the train. Bella stared and shrugged a bit as she turned to the window. She got her hand on the window and a bit of frost could be seen forming from her fingertips. "It's been so long,I want to give this world,the punishment it truely desrves,yes...?"

"Stand back! I have fire!" Brutous shouted. "Is that all you can really come up with?" Imore sighed. She transformed into a wolf, jumped on Brutous, attacking him. He finally threw her off, but he was covered in blisters and scratches. "God, help me!" Brutous said as he aimed his fingers at Imore. "Fire!" Imore jumped back, but the flames caught her on fire. She stared at him with her wolf eyes and knocked him into a giant hole. He was muddy, and Imore wasn't flaming anymore.Mekina noticed Imore and Brutous, so she went to check it out. "Trouble...again? He won't know what hit him," she said to to herself as she drew her poniard. She jumped down and confronted Brutous. "Thanks you're here!" He exclaimed. "I'm not fighting with you though..." Mekina explained. "That's right. You thought you were so amazing before, why don't you try us now?" Imore joked. "I didn't know there was two of you..." Brutous hiccuped. "Imore, did you do something to him?" Mekina asked Imore. "Er...no."

Zola backflipped away from the bullets before Joshua raised the cement.

"There were never this many witches in one place back in Africa, this is gonna be really difficult finding the one that took my parents...."

She followed Joshua closely behind.

"well, you know this place better than me," Zola told him. "Where to now?"

~Margaret~

I switched my weapons to their scythe forms. "Margaret is Greek you geek, it means 'a pearl'; I'm a pure girl. Boys cannot crack thos oyster's shell so go on, whip around that sword like you're the best its such a bore. Another hero? Oh please! Reaper, Reaper, that's what people call me why? 'Cause they all die, when I sing I end their lives, you act as though payback makes you a noble man, is that a fact? Well you're a goddamn Philistine!" I jumped atop the cement wall and jumped down gracefully towards the two kids. (A human and a Sage! Put up a better fight, would you?) I thought to myself as I continued to go towards Joshua and Zola to kill them.

 

~Joshua~

I grabbed Zola's arm and began to run for a little bit. "Well considering she's still chasing us, I say we could go anywhere but here!" I lied, I already had a small plan. Not so sure if Zola would be fond of it or not. I turned to an alley with a few twists and turns to keep us hidden for about three seconds. As I ran out the other side of the alley I opened a corridor of earth underground and climbed in With Zola after. "It shouldn't be long from now."

"I'll leave you two!" Brutous said, backing away. "Where are you now?" Imore asked. "Nowhere." Brutous turned and ran away. Mekina looked at Imore and chased after Brutous, with her poniard. "Hail to us witches!" Mekina shouted. "Not. A. CHANCE!" Brutous continued running. Imore followed in a panther form. "Transformation!"

"Just a normal day in England..." Avis complained, watching Isaac and Zola run down the road fallowed by Margeret.

Almos sooned walked in from downstairs behind Avis, running off to the baking room.

"Don't hurt yourself Almos..." Avis yelled, looking out the door.

Zola sighed.

"Why not fight the witch?" She asked Joshua. "We can take her, can't we?" She felt the handle of her celestial dagger, the one she had not yet actually used to be honest. She had an idea of what it could do, she had seen Michael use it on multiple strong witches at once. But Zola had no idea how to activate the dagger's abilities herself. But either way, she somehow felt safe with Joshua regardless.

~Margaret~
"Aw, looks like the damn rats crawled back to where they came from." I sighed, "Kids these days..." I said then began to sing again as I walked by and glared-- but still ignoring Avis and Almos.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kDQj6z51QQ

~Joshua~
"Sorry Zola. I would fight the witch, and we could probably take her, or at least fend off...but she's literally trying to kill us. I mean-- I can't kill a person, no matter who's in trouble. That sense of mercy would keep her after us and I wouldn't want to risk anyone else like you because of it." I said, waiting for Margaret to pass by over us. "Funny though, because now that I think of it...that song she keeps singing...it's actually REALLY catchy." 

Edited December 22, 201213 yr by CloakedSchemerX

As Mekina slashed, Brutous ducked and rolled down a hill. "Will I ever get a break?" he moaned. Mekina jumped down toward him. "I guess not." "Yeah. It doesn't appear to," Mekina responded. Brutous cast Fire over and over again, but Mekina dodged constantly. "The hell...?" "Maybe you're not fast enough..." Mekina suggested. "What ever." Brutous cast fire on her once more. This time, Mekina circled around with darkness, forming a ring of fire around her. "Give up, boy," She said. "You're giving me a very terrifying image right now." Brutous found it hard to not imagine Hell with the flames flickering around Mekina. "Stay with me..." she replied soothingly. "Shut up!" Brutous turned and ran. "He can run, but he can't forever." Imore hurried up to Mekina. "Where did he go?" she asked. "No clue," Mekina answered.

Zola rolled her eyes.

She looked around her surroundings. "So uh, there any place in particular where witches like to stay?" Zola asked Joshua. "I'd like to find my parents as soon as possible, who knows what situation they're in right now." She shivered at the possibilities.

"Well, there's more of us. He won't survive all of us," Imore said. "Yeah. But we're not a challenge. Pretty much we're obstacles," Mekina joked. Imore sighed. "Really? You come up with that when our lives are at stake too?" she asked. "I can't help it!"

Silver walked through the town. How great it felt to be outside again! After all these years. The smells of flowers, and freshly baked bread. It was quite nice. But she knew all was not right with the world. The war between the Sages, Witches, and Humans was still going on. Silver aimed to stir things up. She passed by a girl and boy (Joshua and Zola). "Young mademoiselle and monsieur, have you any idea of there being any witches are sages about this area?" she asked, in a glidey sort of french accent.

~Joshua~

"Hey, I'm serious." I told Zola as I opened back up the cement and crawled out, seeing Silver. Startled, I nearly fell back down into the ground. "Why is everyone so sneaky?!" I asked rhetorically then looked up at Silver to answer her question. "Well a Witch just tried to kill us a few minutes ago, and I'm a Sage. Why do you ask?" I asked Silver as I looked down at Zola and nodded with a 'nope.' Aside from this witch, and the witch back when...I had a family...then I haven't seen a single Witch.

Zola laughed. She was surprised everyone seemed to be ok with talking about the supernatural. The same went for her village back in Africa, but the villagers mostly talked about legends and tall tales. Although after what she had seen, it was quite possible that those legends and tales weren't fantasy at all.

Zola then became bit confused. She had heard about and seen witches before, but a sage? That term had never been introduced to her.

"You're a sage?" Zola asked. "What's that, if I may ask?" She looked to the woman Silver who seemed to be French. She admired her beauty, not like her mother's beauty, but some kind of beauty she'd never been associated with before. Once she realized she was staring, Zola quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed.

Edited December 24, 201213 yr by VIIth Angel

~Joshua~

I turned to Zola, I was surprised. So determined to find her parents and a Witch, and she apparently is oblivious to us Sages. "I never told you Zola? Uh...you could say that angels mix with humans to make Sages, like demons and humans to make Witches. Except I'm not a direct human/angel mixture...I'm the son of two Sages, that's why I'm such a young Sage." I explained to Zola, "We can do spells-- sort of like how Witches use their witchcraft. You remember when I turned that grass into bread, or when I opened the cement? That's manipulatung elements, one of my abilities. I can heal people too."

"I've finally safe. I mean, I'm finally safe. Wow. I wonder who those two were...." Brutous thought.

Zola nodded her head.

She looked to the nearby hotel she had previously tried to get into.

"I know how your said this was a ghost town, but I think that hotel has a lot of activity going on. The witchly kind of activity. The kind I've been looking for..." Zola then looked to Joshua. "That hotel might be a witch hive, and that might mean my parents are there. And I can't just turn this opportunity away. I have to find them." She sighed. "Will you help me?" Zola asked.

~Joshua~

Hmm...for not knowing what a Sage was, that was an extremely calm response on her part. Then again, I was always the uneased and nervous one. Always. "How can you tell?" I asked Zola, looking up at the hotel. Seemed pretty average to me, from the outside it didn't exactly seem like a bustling place. "I'm not so sure if there's actually Witchcraft going on but...sure, I'll help." I said to Zola. "After all...I'm a Sage. I would never kill a Witch, but I can definitely stop one. Just don't dive into danger..."