The Witches of Zrotaz Trilogy Book 1

Witch Crystal

Malika Gandhi

Published 2014 Copyright © Malika Gandhi

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Acknowledgements

I would like to thank my husband for his support in this venture, whom without; this project would not have been finished.

I would also like to thank Georgina Ramsey and Marcia Carter for their enthusiastic reading and reviewing approach.

CONTENTS PAGE

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

1

ZROTAZ

Senon shouted above the noise as he barricaded the door. “They are coming! Marcaria, take Larissa to the garden, to the shuttle!”

“No, I can’t leave you. I won’t!” Marcaria shook her head.

“Don’t worry about me, I – ”

A deafening blast blew the door open, knocking Senon to the ground. He quickly picked himself up as an ear splitting scream followed, forcing both him and Marcaria to crouch over their daughter. With their hands over their ears, they waited for the scream to die down. They rose to their feet as soon as it did. The scream was the witches’ scream, deadly, if anyone came close to it.

A series of blue, green, and yellow flares flew at them but Larissa had used her shield.

“Good girl,” said Senon.

“Father, so...hard...” Larissa lost her strength and the spell collapsed.

“We can’t stay here, Senon.” Marcaria picked Larissa up and ran into the garden.

Senon looked at the space where the door once stood and followed his family to the back of the house.

The attacks were aimed from afar, but Senon knew the Empire Witches were moving closer into their village.

The most powerful and merciless on Zrotaz, the Witches of the West – the Empire Witches – would do anything to get what they wanted, and this time it was the girl.

No one had yet defeated this clan, meaning Senon and Marcaria alone did not stand a chance.

Trying to find cover in the back yard, Marcaria tried to rouse Larissa, who was still unconscious. Suddenly she heard the unmistakable cries, coupled with a surge of heat, and realised the witches brought dragons.

The evil black dragons were huge, muscular, and scaly. Their red talons scraped the earth, and their large ugly nostrils could smell fear. It was not a myth; their fire breath was more lethal and cursed than any other creatures on Zrotaz. The Empire Witches had recruited these dragons for their own; other dragons feared them and their wrath.

The townsfolk fought side by side with Senon and Marcaria. They promised they wouldn’t let the Empire Witches take their daughter. Larissa was their only hope to free this world of them. Marcaria knew the Empire Witches needed and wanted their daughter...no, she would not let them. She needed to take Larissa away to safety!

A terrifying roar filled the night sky and a rush of raw, dry, hot air blew towards them. Marcaria felt her daughter’s hand squeeze hers tightly. She looked down at her, and gave a nod. Senon looked at his wife with worry and fear etched on his face.

“It will be too much for her,” he said.

“Larissa is confident, she wants to try. It may be our only chance to get away,” replied Marcaria.

Larissa took her father’s index finger into her small palm and he felt the beginnings of her spell, already powerful for a five-year-old Zrotaz witch.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Be careful, my angel.”

They led her to the edge of the garden where the trees hid them, but where they could still see the dragons and the Empire Witches.

Larissa took a deep breath and muttered a spell. White film trailed out from her palms, she pushed them up and towards their enemies.

Marcaria was acutely aware of the power emanating from Larissa’s very core. Soon, the roar of dry heat and screams died. An eerie silence followed as snow particles replaced the dragons’ fire.

Marcaria spotted the surprise and hatred etched on the faces of the Empire Witches as they hovered above the ground, sitting on the backs of the dragons. They jumped to the ground, defying gravity, from the now dazed dragons who tried to blow fire.

“Two can play at this game,” sang Richiney, the High Witch’s personal guard.

Clapping her hands, she spread her arms wide and opened her mouth. A whistling noise enveloped them all, which made it almost impossible for their thoughts to flow. Larissa’s spell broke, the dragons’ disorientation lifted, and once again, oppressing heat came forth, only this time stronger and fiercer than before. Richiney called her comrades.

“The child is near; I am able to sense her. Burn down every house until she is found. Now go!”

Marcaria turned to her husband, fearing for Larissa and their village.

“We must do something, Senon. Everyone will die! The Empire Witches will not care, nor will they show mercy. The village will no longer be!”

“Take Larissa to the shuttle. I will try to hold them off,” said Senon.

Marcaria, who was torn between getting their daughter to safety and leaving her husband, didn’t move. Senon took her hands in his and kissed her.

“I know what you are thinking. I will be safe, I promise. I will be with you and Larissa in no time. Please take her. Get her to safety.” He pushed his wife and daughter towards the shuttle and waited until he saw Marcaria put Larissa safely inside.

As he turned back, the trees burned down in front of him, sending waves of more dense heat his way. Shielding his eyes, he crawled away and took a moment before his mind cleared so he could gather the power from his core. He sensed an enemy witch behind him; she was summoning the spell to kill. He concentrated on his own spell. A hot glow began within him.

“Kurrancha!” he yelled, waving his arms high above his head, his eyes burning bright.

Trees that had escaped the dragons’ wrath, tore from the roots and hovered over the witch’s head, then crashed down on her. An ear-piercing wail escaped her before she dissipated into dust. Senon looked towards the shuttle, but he could not see Marcaria or Larissa. He supposed that they were inside, but he wanted to be sure. His heart thumping in his chest, Senon called to them using telepathy. No reply came forth from either of them.

The lights in the garden began to flicker, and then complete darkness surrounded him. Another witch was there, hiding in the dark. He felt himself succumbing to the spell of the Sleep of Death.

“Wake up; I will not let you die on me!” someone cried.

The spell lifted a little, allowing Senon to open his eyes. It took a moment before he realised Marcaria was kneeling in front of him.

Senon smiled. “Where is Larissa?”

“She is here, with me. Come my love, we must leave,” said Marcaria, holding her husband’s hand.

“So weak...Sleep of Death...I’m so sorry.”

Marcaria gasped. “No! No Senon, you are stronger than this! You can fight the spell. Just...focus! I will not let you die!”

“Take care of our angel, my darling.”

She screamed as Senon closed his eyes, finally giving out. A few moments later, she wiped her tears and hugged her daughter tightly.

“Go Darling, go back into the shuttle, and lay low. Keep the Crystal close. Do not worry about me and do not look for me. I will be with you in a moment.”

“Yes Mother.” Larissa ran to the shuttle.

Marcaria’s close friend, Zarina, appeared by her side.

“Zarina, oh thank heavens you are here. I need to wake Senon...”

“Marcaria, Senon is dead. You cannot wake him. Look at me and listen. Richiney will be here at any moment. You must go now. The shuttle is ready and the gateway is open!” said Zarina frantically.

“But Senon...” tears blurred Marcaria’s eyes.

“There is nothing you can do for him. I’m sorry.”

“You can revive him, I know you can,” Marcaria pleaded with her good friend.

“I cannot. It is beyond my powers. Marcaria, his soul has left his body. Please, you must take Larissa away, before it is too late, before the Empire Witches take her.” There was a note of urgency in Zarina’s voice.

The lights in the garden began to glow again; Marcaria saw the mark the spell had left on Senon’s forehead.

“Oh, Senon,” Marcaria fell to her husband’s side, kissing his closed eyes and still warm lips.

“I shall miss you very much.”

“Do you have the Crystal?” Zarina asked.

“It is in the shuttle,” said Marcaria.

“Then you must go – now!”

“Not without giving me the child,” bellowed a voice from behind. Both witches jumped.

Richiney smiled. “Where is she, Marcaria?”

“You will not have her, Richiney!” Marcaria braved.

“You will do as I say or...” the Empire Witch looked at Senon. “Poor Senon, if he hadn’t tried to fight, he would still be alive.”

“How dare you. I will kill you!” Marcaria screamed. She lunged forward with her hook-like, extended nails. Richiney pointed a finger towards her in a casual manner; Marcaria rose into the air. A small twirl of Richiney’s finger had her slammed to the ground. Zarina attempted to go to Marcaria’s aid, but a blast from Richiney’s wand had her frozen. She laughed and used another spell to bring Marcaria to her feet.

“Hand over the girl or you will regret it,” the tone was not forgiving.

“Never!”

The shuttle began to glow. Blue mist now surrounded the transport. It was time to go. Marcaria knew she had to enter the shuttle now and dissolve into particles before the gateway closed.

“I will not succumb to you or any of your kind!” she spat at the evil before her.

Before Richiney could respond, she flew into the small shuttle where her daughter lay hidden. Larissa sat crouched in a corner, with the Crystal clutched in her hand.

Marcaria kissed her daughter’s forehead and took the Crystal from her hand. She drew a breath and the transport, along with herself and Larissa, dissipated into particles. She heard a far-away, high-pitched scream.

Marcaria should have felt relief at escaping Zrotaz and the Empire Witches, but her heart was heavy. She and her daughter were leaving their home and loved ones, living and dead, behind. For how long, she couldn’t bear to consider, she just knew that they’d be gone as long as was required.

Marcaria closed her arms around her daughter, and sent a silent prayer to her husband to watch over and protect them in this new chapter of their journey.

2

EARTH

Larissa sat on a grassy bank, overlooking the winding road that led into the small fishing village of Robin Hoods Bay. The ocean sparkled as if tiny stars were embedded into the great blue where seagulls swooped for food.

It was a peaceful morning, for some much-needed time alone to gather her thoughts. Larissa stretched out on the grass and thought about the dream, the same one she had had for many years. They were frequent and vague when she was younger, but now they come after huge gaps in her life, and more intense. They are also vivid, such colours of light!

She understood now, the dreams to be of powerful spells, but who cast them? She wished she knew.

There was a man, someone familiar who seemed frightened of something. Larissa sighed, and then threw a stone down the bank in frustration. Who was this man? Why did she have these dreams? Although the dreams were full of darkness and evil, Larissa could still feel and sense hope.

A cool breeze brushed her face, bringing her back from her thoughts. Her bangles made music as she stood up and dusted off her long white skirt of dry mud and grass. The sun shone brightly with not a cloud to be seen, quite unusual for British weather. Larissa’s hand trailed over spring flowers as she walked down the bank and onto the narrow cobbled street.

The market was just setting up. Larissa took a little detour and walked through the high street. Quaint little shops lined the way, a confectionery shop, a boutique, an antique shop, a bookstore of old and new. The usual high street chains, which she didn’t really care about, were nowhere to be seen. This made the street what it was, a haven for tourists. She came back to the market and headed straight to the fish stalls where she bought a lobster and a snapper. She was sure her mother could make something out of them.

Larissa looked towards the sea front, saw the boats coming in, and noticed someone she had not seen in a while. She skipped down to him as he hauled his boat in.

“Hello there, Larissa. What brings you here today?” Mike said.

Mike was always dressed in a white shirt that wrapped around his round tummy, with braces holding his trousers up. Larissa couldn’t remember if she had ever seen him wearing shoes, for boots seemed to be permanently glued to his feet.

She hugged him and held up her shopping basket. “I’ve just bought a snapper and a lobster,” she said.

“That’s nice. It’s good to see you,” Mike smiled. He seemed to be thinking about something and his face lit up. “Do you want to take to the sea a little? The waves are good today and I have some free time.”

“Oh, that’s such a great idea! But sorry Mike, maybe another time. Mum will get worried if I don’t get back soon. I said I would be out for only half an hour and well, you know, time flies when you have fun!” Larissa said regretfully.

Just as Larissa was about to leave, a boy popped his head out from the boat’s tiny cabin.

“Hey Mike –,” he began, but then saw Larissa. She blushed a faint red. Mike, fortunately, didn’t notice.

“Jake, this is Larissa and Larissa, this is Jake,” Mike introduced.

“Hello.” Larissa nodded her head a fraction.

Jake jumped off the weathered boat, which was in great need of tender loving care and some paint. He extended his hand towards Larissa.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, and she politely shook his hand.

She liked the look of this boy; he was not striking, yet she could sense a kind of determination from his eyes. His wore his hair in a mass of brown curls that reached to his shoulders. He had an indian looking complexion, light brown like wheat and eyes the colour of the ocean that never left you...Mike cleared his throat.

“I must be going,” Larissa said, feeling her face burn. She looked out towards the sea. “Looks like a storm is coming.”

Both Jake and Mike followed her gaze.

“It does seem like it,” agreed Mike after a moment. “You’d better get along Larissa. Jake, let’s get these fish to the shop quickly before the storm stops all work.”

“Goodbye,” said Larissa.

Jake gave her a smile and swiftly jumped back onto the boat. Mike was already working hard and fast to beat the storm.

* *

The dark clouds were closing in as Larissa made her way up the cobbled stone street towards the cliff top. The abrupt change in the weather didn’t bother her but the thought of her mother’s wrath sent shivers down her spine. Her mother was constantly on edge when Larissa was out.

She’d once found her mother’s diary open. It was an old, scrappy looking thing and she couldn’t help but read a section. The entry was from just after she was born.

Her mother had expressed delight at her daughter’s silver hair and emerald eyes but she was also worried. About what, Larissa never discovered, as her mother was coming back into the bedroom. Larissa hastily closed the book, and hurried to her own room.

From that day, she wondered about her appearance as a baby for she no longer had silver hair or emerald eyes. She looked like a normal girl with straw-coloured hair and hazel eyes. However, normal she wasn’t, and she knew that very well.

Thunder now boomed overhead and the wind howled across the open moor. Larissa fought her way, soon wiping her face of the rain. Her fingers tingled at the electric fusion of magic and lightning. This was not a good combination. She ran under a canopy of trees for shelter. Her fingers sparked.

“Not now, Larissa,” she said to herself as she closed her fists, although it pained her to do it.

The magic fizzled and then stopped. She drew a deep breath and thanked her stars. She looked through the sheets of rain. The moor was empty except for a wandering red deer. It looked at her and Larissa felt a connection, but when she moved to get a closer look, the deer bolted.

That was weird... was that magic? Why did she feel she could have read its thoughts? She wished it hadn’t run away.

“Larissa...” sounded a faint voice inside her head. “Where are you?”

Oh no, Mum. The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning stopped abruptly, just as it had begun. Larissa headed toward home again, her mind whirring with thoughts of the weather and the red deer.

* *

Marcaria paced her small kitchen as the storm came. She couldn’t help but worry about Larissa. She placed her mug of tea on the table, and then sat down. She wrung her hands, beginning to panic. Oh Larissa, where are you?

“Mum, I’m coming,” came the answer.

The phone rang and Marcaria jumped. She picked it up. “Hello? Rita! Yes, thank you for opening the shop for

me. Larissa has gone out...she is usually home by this time. But today, well, it’s been over an hour.” As Marcaria listened to her friend, she saw lightning and then heard a clap of thunder. Rain lashed down at her window. This wasn’t just any storm. “I will be there this afternoon. Be careful out there...thanks again.”

When Marcaria put the phone down, the storm suddenly stopped and the sun came out as if it had never happened. This was even more disquieting.

Then she saw Larissa through the window and her heart jumped. She let out a huge sigh. She opened the door and hugged her daughter tightly.

“Oh Mum,” said Larissa, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.

Marcaria helped her out of her wet jacket.

“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly. “That storm...”

“It was just some freak weather, Mum. Usual for Yorkshire though, right? Anyway I’m fine, don’t fuss.” Marcaria began to hand towel her hair. “Mum, can I have some tea please?”

Larissa turned to face Marcaria when she stopped drying her hair. There was a faraway look on her mother’s face.

“Mum, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Darling.” Marcaria went to put the kettle one, and came back to dry Larissa’s hair.

The kettle boiled, and Marcaria went to make the tea. However, she was looking outside through the window, with a frown on her face. Larissa watched her mother in silence as her mother worked.

When Marcaria’s hands began to tremble, Larissa took the teapot out of her hands and set it down on the table. She took her hands and looked straight into her eyes. In a few minutes, she read Marcaria’s worries.

“That is not possible,” she said, shaking her head in denial.

“But it’s happening,” Marcaria whispered. “They are gaining power, they will enter Earth. I don’t know when or how, but they will.”

“The storm, was it all their doing?”

“I’m afraid so. It is a sign or a warning, I just don’t know for certain.”

Larissa’s mobile rang. “It’s Chantelle; she’s coming over to study this afternoon.”

“I’ll leave you girls to it,” Marcaria said, placing a hand on Larissa’s shoulder. “I have to go to the shop anyway.” She still had that look on her face.

“You worry too much. It was probably nothing,” Larissa reassured her. “I am sure it won’t even happen.”

* *

“That boy is cute.” Chantelle took a bite of her ham sandwich and opened her maths textbook.

“What boy?” Larissa bit into an apple as she continued reading her notes.

“He’s new, I think. I haven’t seen him before. He joined our school last week.”

Larissa closed her folder. “Okay, I’m all ears. I know you can’t wait to tell me all the gossip.”

Chantelle leaned forward excitedly. “All the girls are drooling over him at school!”

Larissa gave her a pointed look. Her friend continued.

“Okay, okay. So anyway, he is gorgeous and he is the talk of the town. I can’t believe you haven’t heard,” said Chantelle.

“I have more pressing things on my mind than some random boy and to listen to idle gossip.”

“Like what?” Chantelle challenged.

“Like our impending exams?”

“That’s not so important.” Chantelle waved the suggestion away like old news. “But I suppose...if I don’t pass my exams, Mum will kill me for sure.”

“Exactly,” said Larissa. “Now open your book to page 33. We have to study algebra.”

Chantelle groaned and Larissa hid a smile. Chantelle never missed a trick when it came to boys. She was a magnet to them. Larissa and Chantelle had been best friends from as early as she could remember. Both Chantelle’s parents moved from Kenya to Yorkshire in the early eighties and made the UK their home.

Larissa liked them and often stayed over when her mother would permit her. Chantelle also had an elder brother, younger sister and many, many cousins back in Kenya.

She was very tall. Taller than Larissa by an inch and that was saying something, as Larissa herself was five foot five!

* *

Outside, the sky turned darker as the girls worked. Marcaria locked up the shop after what had been a busy afternoon and was taking stock in the back with Rita. Soon it was six and time to go home.

“Goodnight Rita,” she said as she picked up her bag. Rita stretched and yawned. “That was such a long day.

You look shattered.”

“I am.”

“I told you Larissa would be fine. You worry too much,”

said Rita.

Marcaria raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

“So would you, if you were in my shoes. Now leave or I will have to throw you out!”

Marcaria laughed and went to hug her young friend. “Thanks for helping me out today.”

“No problem, boss.” Rita opened the door, letting in a gust of wind.

Marcaria shivered and retrieved her shawl from her bag, pulling it snugly around her shoulders. She waited until they were both outside and then locked the shop door. Rita said goodnight and got into her car.

Above, the clouds swirled angrily and lightning flashed. Bursts of bright pink, blue, and silver hues outlined the clouds as they pulsed with electricity. Marcaria’s magic sparked on the tip of her fingers as she made her way to her car. She looked up and shuddered. Quickening her pace, she prayed to the Gods of Zrotaz to keep her daughter safe.

The Crystal has matured, she thought, and the Empire Witches would do anything to get it and her daughter, but they would not find them!

3

Marcaria hesitated at the foot of the stairs and looked to the top, to the attic. Locked at all times, it was deliberately out of bounds to Larissa. Marcaria wanted it that way. Now, after the abnormal storm, she had to check if the Crystal was still silent.

Larissa was at school, it was the perfect time; she didn’t have to know of its existence until the right moment. Marcaria took a deep breath and gripped the banister. As she walked up the stairs, the afternoon sun shone through the landing window, illuminating the dark stairway.

Marcaria had hidden the Crystal in the attic on the day that she and Larissa had moved in. There was a blizzard that day; snow whipping around outside the house like there would be no tomorrow.

Marcaria had never seen one like it on Zrotaz, and she watched in fascination as snow particles danced in a frenzied manner. Little Larissa was jumping up and down, laughing, trying to catch the particles. Marcaria had made sure they were wrapped up, for she knew that ice water could contaminate their blood.

Marcaria knew no one in Yorkshire apart from Rita who had met them at the time of landing. Rita took her and Larissa to her home, where they stayed with her until they found a house of their own. Their house stood on a hill, overlooking the swirling sea. It was a large building with three big bedrooms, a living room with a cheery fireplace, a long hall, and a kitchen/diner, perfect for dinner parties. Larissa had been very excited about it!

Marcaria’s house on Zrotaz was not as grand as this one, but she had been comfortable there. She missed it so much, but Earth was her home now, and she must look forward. When Marcaria hid the Crystal, she knew it was in the perfect place.

Marcaria hoped the Crystal had not matured, as she feared. It was a typical attic with all unused space containing dust and cobwebs. The window let in hazy sunshine.

She chanted a quick purification spell and the attic became devoid of unwelcome disturbances. She did not usually cast spells on Earth and tried to avoid it as the Witches Council had forbidden any magical activity unless it was absolutely necessary.

In recent years, many ‘accidents’ had occurred, especially in the company of humans. Today, however, Marcaria was safe, there was no one in the house but her.

Amidst the boxes of stored items lay a box that was the only one of significance to her and her daughter’s survival. To the unassuming human, it was an ordinary brown cardboard box but to a witch, the box was extraordinary. Protected with layer upon layer of charms and

enchantments, a common witch would have difficulty opening it. If a human happened to try to open it, a charm of disinterest would ward them off. Marcaria was careful to use a personal spell that only she had access to, rather like a PIN for a cash machine or a password for a computer. There was always a chance that her protection spells and charms could be hacked into. If an Empire Witch came upon the box, Marcaria knew opening it would be as easy as lifting an unsealed flap. She shivered at the thought.

The box was unmarked and looked rather worn and tatty, mimicking the other boxes. She knew which one contained the Crystal, however. A fine dusting of mist powder hovered on top. If touched, the powder would settle on the victim’s arm, burning the skin. It was one of the reasons the door to the attic was locked to Larissa. Marcaria never wanted to see her daughter in such a state. She shook the image out of her head.

Marcaria knelt on the cold, hard, wooden floor and whispered a counter-charm to vanish the mist powder. She chanted a spell, completely releasing the Crystal from its protections and closed her eyes, wishing hard for it to be dormant.

To her dismay, it began to glow a vibrant gold for a second or two upon her touch, which then turned silver and finally grey, resembling a rock from the sea.

Marcaria sat back in shock. No, no, it couldn’t be. Did she have her calculations wrong? The Crystal could not be ready yet. This could mean only one thing...

She picked up it up and turned the cold, grey form in her palm, feeling its pulsating energy within. The energy engulfed her. The Crystal showed her that fateful day, the death of her husband, the cackles of the Empire Witches, and lastly her fleeing to the shuttle and entering the passageway to Earth. The images stopped and Marcaria dropped the Crystal. Shock-waves vibrated through her body, tears formed in her eyes but she blinked them away. As she did so, she heard a door bang downstairs.

“Mum, I’m home!”

Oh, Larissa! Marcaria hastily put the Crystal back into the box and slid it back into place. She exited the attic and went down to meet her daughter. Not wanting to draw attention to the attic, Marcaria didn’t have time to re-cast the spells, but she also forgot to seal the door. Now that the Crystal was mature, did it matter anymore? It seemed Larissa would get to know about it very soon. She just hoped no one came looking for it in the meantime, and she was thinking of the Empire Witches!

“Mum,” Larissa said, looking surprised, as she saw her mother coming down the stairs. “I thought you were out when you didn’t answer.”

“I was just upstairs, Darling. How was your school? Do you want some tea?”

Larissa followed her mother to the kitchen, where she began to busy herself with a kettle. She was behaving very oddly and was avoiding eye contact with her.

“Mum, are you feeling well?”

“Of course, I just have things on my mind, the shop, the deliveries, you know, that kind of thing.” Marcaria went to the window and looked out, the sun seemed unusual.

“Okay, sure,” said Larissa. “Mum, my exams finish soon, do you want to go somewhere for a holiday? A change of scenery will do us both some good.”

“That is a wonderful idea.” Marcaria kept staring at the sun. It was a little too bright and the silver lining was something she had seen before. She clutched the emerald pendant that hung around her neck. Senon had bestowed it upon her on her birthday the year they married.

“Perhaps you should lie down.” Larissa took the steaming teapot from her mother’s hands and led her to her bedroom.

Larissa left her mother lying on the bed, staring through the low, bay window. Larissa kissed her forehead and let her be.

* *

The sky was grey and threatened rain as Larissa stepped outside her front door the next day. She trudged along the path that was still wet and muddy from the previous night’s torrential downpour, jumped over puddles, and skirted mini floods. She was glad the school wasn’t too far away.

A few girls from her school joined the path but ignored her. They never talked to her and in fact shunned her. Larissa once overheard a girl say to her friend that she was weird and that she looked too different, as if she was not from here. Larissa held back a smile as she walked past them, feeling her palms tingling. She recognised it as the power to attack; Larissa curled her palms and concentrated on keeping it under control. She succeeded. It wouldn’t be wise to ‘demonstrate’ what she could do. A horn brought Larissa back to the present, and she found she had arrived at the school. Chantelle was waiting at the gate. “Just in time,” she said. “I’ve been here for ages!” “Yeah, um...woke up late,” said Larissa.

They walked into the school in silence, and then Larissa spoke.

“Mum was acting really funny yesterday.”

“Really? How?” asked Chantelle.

Larissa knew Chantelle wasn’t really paying attention to her, as her friend’s gaze followed a rather good looking boy sauntering past, his arms around his girlfriend. Chantelle looked disappointed.

“Chantelle!”

“What?” she asked, “Oh yeah, sorry. So what were you saying?”

“It’s just that Mum isn’t usually like this. I can’t put my finger on it. It felt...like she was hiding something from me,” said Larissa.

“Mothers are always hiding something, it’s what they do. Dads are better, they never keep secrets!” said Chantelle.

“Your dad is cool, like a big kid,” agreed Larissa.

“What’s your dad like, Larissa? I don’t remember you ever talking about him.”

Larissa didn’t answer straight away. What could she say about her dad, whom she couldn’t remember? Her mother told her he had died saving them both and that he had been a great husband and father. Only, there wasn’t a single photograph of him in the house. She had never seen her father, or even if she had, she couldn’t remember him.

“My dad was a great man,” Larissa said finally. “But Mum doesn’t speak of him much, and my memory of him is very limited. He died saving us; I was very little at the time. Strangely, I miss him. I feel I know him.”

Chantelle put her arm around Larissa, “I’m sorry.” Larissa smiled, but looked away amongst the throng of students filling the corridors. It was then that she saw him, and her stomach somersaulted. She let out an involuntary ‘oh.’

“Do you know him?” asked Chantelle.

“We met at the fisherman’s beach. He is working with Mike.”

“Now, that is interesting. He was the one I was talking about, isn’t he cute?” Chantelle gushed. “And I think someone likes him...”

“Shhh. Keep your voice down,” said Larissa, feeling the heat on her face. “Of course I don’t like him!”

Chantelle raised her eyebrows and Larissa coloured further.

“I didn’t say it was you,” Chantelle laughed. “Come on, let’s get to class.”

* *

As it happened, Larissa found Jake had joined her class. He looked different, yet still attractive in his school uniform.

Mr. Fisher, the form teacher, introduced Jake to the class and told him to find a seat. Larissa was glad someone was sitting next to her, but to her dismay, he took the seat behind her. He didn’t even acknowledge her. Did he not recognise her at all?

The class began and Larissa tried to concentrate on Mr. Fisher’s lesson, but found it impossible. Finally, the bell rang and she began to pack her books away.

“Hi, I thought I recognised you,” said a familiar voice.

Larissa nearly dropped her bag. “Oh...er, hello.”

“Larissa, am I right?” She nodded. “I was wondering...as I am new here, and I don’t know anyone, if you could show me around school?” Jake looked at Larissa hopefully, and she couldn’t really look away.

“Um, okay...what subject do you have next?”

“Science I think...” Jake looked at his timetable. “It is with Mr. Asquith.”

“Oh, I have English. I’ll show you the science lab. It is near my English class.”

Larissa wished she could stop blushing!

* *

At lunchtime, Larissa introduced Jake to Chantelle. They were in the canteen, each with a plate of chips, pizza, and salad. They managed to find a free table.

“Brilliant, I finally meet the new guy,” said Chantelle.

She looked at Larissa who rolled her eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you, Chantelle. I’m Jake,” he said,

extending his hand.

Jake and Chantelle hit it off straight away and Larissa felt

a twang of jealousy, as she bit into her pizza. You are being

absurd, she quickly checked herself.

“So, how do you like it here? You’re from down south,

right?” Chantelle asked Jake.

“I love it here. I have always wanted to live near the sea.

I’m glad my parents moved from boring old Kent.” Jake

popped a couple of chips into his mouth. “The people here

are nice.”

“Larissa told me you are working with Mike?” said

Chantelle.

“Yeah, he is a cool guy. I love fishing.”

As Chantelle and Jake continued chatting, Larissa’s mind

wandered. She felt something was wrong. Even though Jake

seemed like any other boy, his aura felt ‘different’ to her, and

she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

After lunch, the three went to their classes and as the

afternoon passed by, Larissa forgot about Jake.

* *

“How did your first day go, Jake?” asked Chantelle.

It was the end of the day and Chantelle halted on the school steps, twirling a piece of her hair around her index finger.

“Well, for day one it hasn’t been so bad,” Jake replied. “I think I will survive this place after all.”

“Guys, I’m going to have to go. It’s getting late and Mum will worry,” Larissa cut in.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll come with you,” said Chantelle. “See you tomorrow, Jake.”

“Er...yeah, bye,” Larissa said to Jake.

“You can’t stop flirting, can you?” Larissa scolded her friend as they walked home together.

“And you can’t stop feeling jealous!” her friend taunted, with a twinkle in her eye.

“What?”

“Oh come on Lar. I saw the green-eyed monster in you!” laughed Chantelle, as she linked arms with her scowling friend.

* *

Marcaria was cooking dinner when Larissa arrived home.

“Hi Mum.” Larissa kissed her on the cheek. “Yum, that smells good! But you didn’t have to cook. I would have done it.” Larissa put her school bag on the floor and flopped down on the sofa.

Marcaria turned the stove off. “Larissa, I have something to tell you. It’s time.” She looked serious.

Before Larissa could respond, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” she said, jumping up.

Marcaria sighed. This was beginning to become more difficult than she’d hoped.

“Mum, it’s Rita. I’m going upstairs, I have some revision to catch up on. I’ll have dinner later.”

“Okay, Darling.” Marcaria’s heart sank. Would she ever be able to tell her daughter the truth?

* *

Revision was the last thing on Larissa’s mind as she flipped the pages of her textbook. She was sitting at her desk, supposedly revising for an English exam that wasn’t very far away. She gave up after a few moments and lay back on her bed.

Larissa sighed and looked around her bedroom. She loved this room and she spent many days up here with Chantelle, watching a DVD or just killing time, and sometimes doing homework too. Chantelle always tried to get out of it!

The walls were decorated with yellow and mauve wallpaper. Larissa had no posters on the walls, as most of the girls in her class did. She did however, have framed pictures of cities in the night sky, and of big cats.

Perhaps I just need to have a little nap, Larissa thought, and then I will be able to concentrate on my revision. However, when she closed her eyes, uninvited thoughts of Jake swirled around her mind. She liked him a lot, but this secret must stay with her, she decided. Her life was too complicated for a boyfriend and she was a witch! No, she could not get involved with anyone!

It was lovely and warm in her room as late afternoon sunshine flooded in. Something reflected in her dresser mirror. That’s odd, she thought. Larissa walked to the mirror, and noticed the item reflected was coming from the sun. The sun? She went to the window and opened it wide, and then she saw the silver lining. What was that?

“Larissa, are you coming down for dinner?” her mother called.

“Coming Mum!” Larissa glanced once more at the sun and the silver lining and then went downstairs. She would have to ask her mother about it later.

4

It was a Saturday, a day when tourists and locals flocked to the coast. Today, there was no rain on the forecast and only sunshine, with temperatures reaching 25 degrees Celsius. Marcaria’s floristry shop took the glorious spot by the sea front with other niche retailers; a popular place where businesses flourished.

Larissa was helping her mother and Rita at the back. The fragrant smell of fresh flowers always took her to another place, where there was beauty and nothing else. She could forget about any anxieties of exams and school, and just be happy in the moment.

The tinkle of the bell announced a customer just as Larissa finished cutting the stems for a special arrangement of roses. She was about to go out to the front when Rita said she would see to the customer. A few moments later, Larissa heard a familiar voice. It was Jake! She dropped the flowers.

“Larissa, please be careful,” tutted Marcaria.

“Sorry.” Larissa’s face burned as she went to pick up the flowers.

Rita came bustling back. “Larissa, can you attend to the customer? I forgot about the order of the anniversary flowers I was supposed to do. I only just remembered when a couple arrived, ordering one for theirs!”

“I thought Jake came in?” asked Larissa.

“Who?”

“Er...never mind. I’ll go and see to this customer,”

Larissa said quickly, avoiding her mothers and Rita’s curious looks.

Larissa captured a stray lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear as she entered the space behind the counter. The customer had his back to her, but Larissa knew it was Jake. There was no mistaking his curly hair. He cleared his throat, and turned around to face her.

“Hi,” she said, once her heartbeat had slowed. “Larissa!” there was surprise on his face. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yes, it’s my mum’s business. I help out here at the weekends.”

“This is a really nice place,” Jake complimented.

“So, what can I do for you?” asked Larissa, pleased with Jake’s comment.

“I need...it’s my girlfriend’s birthday and I want to get her something special,” he said.

Larissa’s smile vanished and her heart dropped. Jake had a girlfriend, well, of course he did! She felt like a total fool.

“So, can you help? Hello, Larissa?” Jake waved a hand in front of her face.

“Sorry, um...so what is her name?” she asked as cheerily as she could.

“Her name is Shania.”

“What does she look like? What’s her personality like?” “Why do you want to know?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“I take it you want to buy her a beautiful arrangement of flowers, but you don’t know which ones? So, I need to know what kind of person she is.” Larissa kept the smile on her face, however fake it was, her fingers entwined in florists wire.

“Ah I see; that makes sense. Okay, she has blonde hair and is slim, and she has green eyes.”

Nothing out of the ordinary then, Larissa thought to herself.

“What can you tell me about her personality?”

“I’m not really sure; I haven’t spent much time with her yet. I suppose she is secretive...”

“All right, leave it with me. Do you want to pick the flowers up or have them delivered?”

“I’ll pick them up.”

“Last of all, do you want a message written on a card to go with the flowers?”

“If it’s okay, can you put a blank card in with the flowers? I will fill the message in myself,” said Jake.

“Okay, sure...” said Larissa.

“How much do I owe you?” Jake asked.

“It’s free to you.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m joking. I mean, I would love to give it to you for free, but I can’t. Like I said, this is my mum’s business, so you owe me £12.95.” Larissa watched his unsure face, but then he gave a heart-breaking laugh.

“You’re so funny!” Jake said as he rummaged in the pocket of his jeans and took out a twenty-pound note. Larissa gave him the change, “Thanks,” she said.

“So, I will see you in school?”

“Sure. The flowers will be ready on Monday.”

“Great. Bye Larissa.”

Larissa watched Jake walk out of the shop, and sighed. The only boy she had liked in a long time and he wasn’t even available!

“Larissa, if your customer has gone, we would like some help back here!” Marcaria called, impatience marking her tone.

“I’m coming, Mum!” Larissa rolled her eyes.

* *

The school library was quiet; the only noise was Larissa’s pencil tapping on the desk. Chantelle arrived, her bag full of assigned library books that she hadn’t read, as usual. The librarian looked their way, and then moved away with hardly a sound.

There were no other students in the library that afternoon and Larissa was glad. She liked the tranquillity and wearily regarded those who regularly made a noise, a nuisance. She sighed.

“Are you alright, Lar?” asked Chantelle.

“Hmm?”

“You are tapping your pencil like you are playing the

drums. Thankfully, not as noisy!” Chantelle laughed at her own joke, and stopped when Larissa didn’t join in. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Larissa pretended to concentrate on some revision.

“It’s something about Jake, isn’t it?”

“How did you know?” Larissa was alarmed. “Has someone said something?”

“Oh my God, something has happened! What? Spill the beans!”

“Okay, okay. Jake came into the shop on Saturday to buy flowers,” Larissa grumbled.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“It was for his girlfriend’s birthday.”

Understanding reflected on Chantelle’s face as it dawned on her. “Ooooohhhhh!” The ‘oh’ was drawn out.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not like he likes me or anything. Of course he has a girlfriend, why wouldn’t he? He is good looking, right?” Larissa snapped her book shut and leaned back into her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. The librarian looked in their direction again, “Less of that, thank you.”

“Sorry,” said Larissa.

“Wow, you’ve got it bad,” Chantelle commented.

Larissa shot her a dangerous look.

“Sorry!” Chantelle put her hands up. “But look, I have an idea. Our exams finish this week, why don’t we go to that end of exams party? It’s only ten miles away and we can get a lift from someone I know.”

“Chantelle, we are fifteen. That party is for sixth formers who are seventeen and eighteen. They won’t allow us in.”

“Hardly, Lar! You look at least seventeen and I, probably eighteen. No one will know.”

“Who’s this friend you are talking about?” Larissa asked suspiciously.

“His name is Rob, and we know each other from way back. He is pretty cool,” said Chantelle. “Don’t give me that look, Lar. He is totally okay.”

“Have you asked him already?” Larissa said.

“Please say yes. It will be fun and it will take your mind off Jake.”

“Like that’s possible. He shares some of my classes.”

“Pleeeeaaasse!” Chantelle gave Larissa her ‘puppy dog eyes’ look and Larissa laughed.

“You win, but I have to tell my Mum.”

Chantelle whooped and hugged her best friend.

“We’ll have so much fun!” she said. “Oh, and happy birthday!”

Chantelle took out a birthday card and gave it to Larissa. It had flowers and dolphins drawn all over it. Larissa beamed.

* *

When Larissa got home, she received a pleasant and an unexpected surprise.

“I found these on the doorstep when I came home for lunch,” Marcaria smiled.

Larissa looked at the beautiful arrangement of flowers that she herself had made up, for Jake! She looked up in shock.

“Is there a note?” she asked her mother as she searched inside. She pulled out a card with a message written in beautiful handwriting.

Happy Birthday, Larissa. I hope you have a fantastic day! Jake.

“Flowers from our flower shop!” grinned Marcaria. “Who is the admirer?”

“Just someone.” Larissa blushed and ran to her room with the flowers.

She couldn’t help grinning. Did this mean...no, of course not. She was only Jake’s friend, and nothing more. All the same, she couldn’t but help feel elated. She wondered if Chantelle knew? If she did, she would kill her! Larissa inhaled the lovely aroma of the flowers.

* *

Marcaria wasn’t convinced.

“It’s really safe, Mum, Chantelle said so.”

“And do you know anyone at this so called end-of-year

party? I don’t like it, Larissa. It seems dangerous.” Marcaria took out the ironing board and put it up in front of the television. She went to get the basket of clothes and the iron. Larissa followed her.

“It is safe, I told you. Rob is taking us in his car.” “Who is Rob?”

“He is Chantelle’s friend, and he is old enough to keep a

look out for us.”

Marcaria began ironing; her face turned to the soap on the TV.

“This party is after the exams?” she asked.

“Yes.” Larissa kept her fingers crossed, and hoped her mother would agree.

At first, she wasn’t so sure herself if she should go, even though she had promised she would. Then she thought, what could go wrong? She would be with Chantelle, which would be fun. These exams were taking a toll on her brain and she needed some release. She was still confused about the flowers Jake had sent her. What did he want from her? Did he want friendship or did he want to be her boyfriend? She thought she should go and ask him, straight out, but what would she say? Perhaps she should leave it for now. She was sure she would find out sooner rather than later. For now, she was going to enjoy the party, as long as her Mum agreed!

Larissa sat on the sofa and waited for her mother’s decision whilst she pretended to watch television.

“Okay, okay, you can go,” Marcaria finally said. “But if you need me or if anything goes wrong, anything Larissa, you call me.”

Larissa grinned from the sofa. “Thanks Mum!”

* *

Larissa sat in the back of the car with Chantelle and Rob’s girlfriend. His friend, Stuart, occupied the passengers seat in the front. Larissa was pleased she had decided to wear a skirt with a sensible party top, instead of the short black Lycra dress Chantelle insisted she wear. That was until Larissa told her under no circumstances was she wearing something so skimpy! And she was glad she did, she hated the way that Stuart kept leering at her.

Larissa looked at her watch; the party wasn’t due to start until nine, so they were making great time. The sun had disappeared and clouds loomed ahead, making the sky appear dark and menacing. Funny, there was no rain forecast today, thought Larissa, as Rob turned into a B-road with no street lamps. The road was too dark for her liking. She crossed her arms across her body, and as she did so, something caught her eye. Did she see...was that a green strobe amongst the trees? A dark shadow; was it cloaked? The car headlights flashed upon silver hair and emerald eyes. A blink and it was gone. Larissa was sure they looked directly at her.

“Did anyone see that...person?” She wasn’t even sure it was a person, and she felt something was weird.

“See what, Lar?” asked Chantelle.

“Didn’t anyone see it?” asked Larissa. “I thought I saw...” What could she say? She saw something green? They’d think she was mad! “Oh, nothing.”

Chantelle shrugged and went back to looking at her nails. Larissa settled back into her seat; her mind troubled. Rob drove faster.

“Rob, do you mind, can you slow down?” she asked.

Rob laughed. “Don’t worry babe, I’m a good driver.” He pressed his foot on the accelerator.

Larissa closed her eyes and held onto the door handle for dear life. She saw Chantelle gripping the sides of her seat.

Both girls breathed a sigh of relief when Rob slowed down, coming to a house that was set amongst trees with a very long driveway. Rob turned the ignition off and exited the car. The others followed.

Rob’s girlfriend sauntered over to him. She seemed to have had no trouble with the deathly drive up here. Larissa assumed this was normal for her. The girl looked pretty in her six-inch heels and red, figure hugging dress, accentuating her voluptuous breasts. Stuart could not stop gawking; making Larissa feel sick.

“Let’s go inside,” she said to Chantelle, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind her.

“What was all that about?” Chantelle said, once they were inside the house.

“That Stuart gives me the creeps.”

“He’s okay, just a little teaser,” said Chantelle. “Humph,” was all Larissa could say.

The place was huge. People jammed the floor and drinks were flowing. The party was well on its way. How many students were here anyway? Larissa spotted a few, who, like her, were not yet eighteen. They had gatecrashed the party, too, it seemed.

“It’s quite normal, you know.” Stuart came to stand beside the two girls. “I’ve gate-crashed parties several times when I was your age.”

“Lar, let’s go and dance,” Chantelle said.

“No, I think I will stay here for a bit,” Larissa said. She was in no mood to dance, but she didn’t want to stay put if Stuart was ‘trying’ to be friendly.

“I’ll get the drinks in,” he offered. “What can I get you ladies?”

“I think I’ll have a Bacardi and Coke,” said Chantelle.

“Chantelle, you can’t! You are underage!” Larissa said fiercely.

A girl glanced at them and Larissa shuffled her friend away from earshot. She was surprised that anyone could hear in this din.

“Relax, it’s a party, and one won’t do any harm,” Chantelle tried to persuade her reluctant friend.

Stuart followed them. “Larissa isn’t it? What can I get you?”

“I’ll have a Diet Coke, then,” Larissa said, but she didn’t smile. Instead, she looked away moodily.

“Coming up!” Stuart, undeterred by her behaviour, disappeared into the crowd.

“Oh, come on, Larissa, lighten up! You are supposed to be having fun!” Chantelle wiggled her arms like a cartoon character.

This time Larissa laughed. Chantelle only called her by her full name at times like this – when she was being difficult

– and the silly dance was hilarious!

“I’m being a right mum, aren’t I?” Larissa said. Chantelle nodded.

Larissa laughed, “Okay, let’s dance.”

* *

Jake watched Larissa from afar, a scowl etched on his face. He didn’t like the way that boy was talking to her, and leaning into her. He wanted to punch him! What was Larissa doing at this party anyway?

Thankfully, Marcaria mentioned it to Rita, who told Mike, and Mike told him that Larissa and Chantelle were coming here. He couldn’t neglect his duties. He had been, after all, sent here to protect her. He thought of the flowers he left at her house. He wondered if she liked them...

Jake’s thoughts returned to Marcaria. What was she doing allowing Larissa to come to the party, and alone with Chantelle? She knew it was dangerous. She had seen the signs. Jake needed to get Larissa home now, before anything happened. He had seen an Empire Witch and she was here for only one thing. Jake made his way towards Larissa, who he had seen, disappear into the crowd.

5

ZROTAZ

The High Witch watched the horizon, her stern face a mask of stone. Her piercing emerald eyes didn’t blink once, as Zrotaz’s purple moon dipped under the hazy moon clouds. She turned away from the open arch of the tall tower. The Black Castle was the Empire Witches domain in the west side, and she hoped to build three others – in the east, south, and north of Zrotaz.

The wind blew in from the east, blowing her emerald cloak around her. The High Witch scowled; what was taking them so long? She sent her guards to Earth days ago. Why hadn’t she heard anything yet?

The Crystal had matured; she could feel its power emanating in the air, only tiny amounts but she could sense it. She inhaled the magical air appreciatively.

Now, if only she had the power to know where it was hidden. Once the girl and the Crystal were in her hands, she would have all the authority she wanted, enough to destroy and to build whatever she wanted: the galaxy would be hers!

Ah the girl; she could be one of them. After all, she was born with emerald eyes and silver hair, the mark of an Empire Witch! She was somewhere in the galaxy, but where? Her witches had scoured numerous planets and infinite realms for many years but even with their powers combined, they could not find her. Only recently did she learn that the girl and the Crystal were on Earth.

With a harsh swirl of her cloak, the High Witch dispersed into black particles, arriving moments later in the lower dungeon.

* *

An imprisoned witch sat in the far corner of the cell with her head in her arms. However, she didn’t let tear stains mark her face. She was not sorry, no, not at all. She was not fearful either, and they would not get the information out of her, no matter how much they tortured her!

Sworn by the oath given by her and her sister witches, she will maintain herself to keep Larissa safe! If they found the girl...Zarina could only imagine the worst.

Zarina heard the sound of falling particles; she was here. She stood, her head held high, and waited. The cell bars – charmed not to break upon any spell – now crushed to dust. Zarina saw the dust rise and swirl; delicate grey powder turning into black crystals, forming continuously until before her stood the High Witch.

Zarina did not flinch. The High Witch’s eyes watched Zarina with interest. With a flick of her index finger, Zarina crouched in pain. Moments later, her hair rose in the air as if pulled. Zarina cried out, as stabs of pain vibrated through her skull. The High Witch released her seconds later.

“You can torture me all you like, but I will not tell you where the girl is,” Zarina hissed when she got her breath back.

Two junior witches who had arrived behind the High Witch, snickered. The High Witch twitched her eyes and the snickering stopped. She smiled; her magic was too powerful, even for herself sometimes.

“Why do you disobey me, Zarina? Do you like it here? You are weak and soon your powers will leave you. No longer will you be able to cast spells, use charms, or enchant again. The magical elements will be against you. Understand this, you will be empty, the darkness that draws near, will be claiming you like the many others before you. Do you wish for this?” The High Witch lifted Zarina’s chin with her thin, curved finger.

Zarina’s golden eyes suddenly burned red, and sparks flew from her irises towards her enemy, but a shield appeared within a heartbeat, diminishing the flow of magical energy in an instant.

“Why do you try, Zarina?” The High Witch sighed. “Shelachi!” she screamed, and Zarina flew across the cell, crashing into the wall where she slithered to the floor like a limp rag doll.

“Take her to the Room of Silence,” the High Witch ordered her juniors.

The witches, with their voices returned, cackled once again, and dragged the unconscious Zarina out of the cell, levitating her still form towards the most feared room in the castle.

* *

Zleus paced the hut; worried for his mother. He cursed the witches who took her! And where was Xyth? Since their mother sent him to Earth, he had heard nothing from him. It was the second twilight since their mother had been taken...what they were doing to her; he couldn’t bear to think about. Why couldn’t they leave her alone?

He sat on a rustic wooden bench and focused his mind. Drawing energy from within, he chanted a few words under his breath, and then spoke aloud until he was shouting. Zleus chanted the spell repeatedly, focusing until he could decipher something. Now, where was Xyth?

Something began to form in his mind; some coloured lights, noise- was that music? He intercepted smoke and then...he found him. Xyth was talking to someone, but he wasn’t happy, he was angry. Zleus tried to send a message, but it wasn’t working.

He punched his fist on the bench, his golden eyes ablaze. What was Xyth doing? Their mother had told him to send back information, why hadn’t he?

He shouted, venting all his anger.

“You must keep your calm,” said a voice outside. Zleus went to the window and pulled back the curtain. A

unisus (half Unicorn, half Pegasus) stood there, scraping the ground with its hoof.

“Abyliss,” Zleus greeted the unisus. He went outside. “Thank you for coming. What wisdom do you bring me?”

“The High Witch took Zarina and flew her to the west with the aid of the flying black horse. Her juniors accompanied her on dragons. It is not yet known where in the castle she is imprisoned. My fellow comrades, Myeth and Rhixle, are watching the castle. They are of course, invisible.” Zleus was glad the unisus’ were on their side, but it was a shame that the Empire Witches had conjured support from the majority of the other magical creatures.

“Thank you, Abyliss,” said Zleus.

“Son of Zarina, do you have a plan? Do you know what you want to do now?” asked Abyliss.

“No. I am awaiting the arrival of Xyth. He should be home by now, but he has not made an appearance, neither has he connected his mind to me.”

“I am sorry to hear that, but if I may say so, Zleus, your brother may not have completed his duty,” Abyliss offered his wise words.

“Do you know what this duty may be?” Zleus asked Abyliss sharply.

“It is not known,” Abyliss replied. “Zarina did not discharge any more information to me before she was taken. All we know is that Xyth has reached Earth safely.”

“I cannot wait any longer, Abyliss. I dread to think what the evil witches are doing to my mother. What about the Sacred Witches of the north, south, and east? What do they have to say about this? What the High Witch is doing must affect them, surely? It has come to my knowledge that it not only my mother who was taken, but other skilled witches too.”

“It is unsettling,” agreed Abyliss. “A meeting must be called. Fret no more, Zleus. I will speak with the Unisus Magical Creatures Council without delay.”

“Thank you, Abyliss. I will meet with the Sacred Witch of the East. We part until then.”

Abyliss gave a curt nod, opened his great white wings, and soared into the sky.

* *

Zleus stood outside the grand entrance of the Sacred Witch’s dwelling, a rather magnificent place. The Sacred Witch of the East; a prestigious witch, born to lead, was the one all witches of the east sought advice from, especially in the dark days.

Along with the Council of Witches, of which she is the head, the Sacred Witch takes decisions on a regular basis to organise and control the east side of Zrotaz.

This was true for the north and south side of Zrotaz, as well. Zleus remembered asking his mother why she was called, ‘Sacred Witch.’

“The word sacred means purity of the soul, Zleus, unstained by greed or envy and other human characteristics. Only the Sacred One can ‘see’ problems ahead as far as two planets, and as one Sacred leaves this plain, another is born to take her place.”

After that, Zleus had great respect for the Sacred Witch and longed to meet her, but his mother denied him that privilege. Perhaps one day, she had said, the Sacred Witch was not easy to meet. Now it was his chance, even though the circumstances were dire.

At the foot of the gates stood two proud centaurs, known as the guardians of the Sacred Witch. Their bodies boasted golden coloured flanks, and they wore shiny suits of armour. They carried long swords by their sides. Zleus gulped.

“I’m here to see the Sacred Witch,” he announced, trying to sound important.

“She is waiting for you,” said one of the guards. “You may enter.”

This surprised Zleus, but he refrained from showing it on his face. The gates opened and he walked into the most beautiful garden he had ever seen. The purple twilight sky illuminated Zrotaz’s finest multi-coloured flowers of various sizes. Some opened into umbrellas, some stood tall, but all looked beautiful in their majestic setting.

He heard sweet music, which seemed to be coming from the singing birds, perched high on the fruit trees. He listened for a few minutes, and then walked on, inhaling the fragrance of the garden as he did. Before long, he was at the door, which opened without the need to knock.

“Of course, she knows I am here.” Zleus felt uneasy and admittedly, ashamed of being frightened.

Stepping into the spacious hall, he was distracted by blinding white walls until his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He noticed rows of books, going as far up and wide as his eyes could see on one side of the hall. The other side boasted doors, so many that he dared not start counting them for fear of being ancient by the time he would finish! Suddenly, he remembered the reason he was standing there.

Zleus looked around to see if anyone could help him. He didn’t know whether to call out or remain quiet. Just then, the third door in the line of doors opened and a small girl came towards him. She wasn’t walking but seemed to be gliding and was dressed in a rose coloured witches gown with a matching pointed hat.

“May I assist you?” she asked.

Zleus looked at her. She appeared only to have been ten years old but her voice sounded much wiser, beyond her young years.

“You are a child,” he stated.

“Age has no significance,” she replied.

“I’m sorry,” Zleus mumbled, embarrassed.

“How may I assist you?” the girl repeated.

“I would like to see the Sacred Witch,” said Zleus.

“Of course, she has been expecting you. Please follow me.”

Zleus followed her through the door and found it was an entryway to a long, winding corridor. The young witch whispered spells under her breath, but what they were for, Zleus didn’t understand. He had never heard of them. His footsteps echoed on the marble flooring and he said a quick, silent spell. The echo vanished.

“I don’t mind the noise. I find it soothing,” the girl smiled.

How bizarre. “Do you want me to undo my spell?” asked Zleus.

The young witch smiled again. What did that mean? However, Zleus needn’t worry about that now, for they had arrived at another door.

“This door will lead you to the Sacred Witch’s office. I cannot accompany you. You must follow the stairs and you shall find her.” The girl suddenly dispersed into white smoke and was gone, leaving Zleus alone again.

Zleus faced the door and put his hand on the handle, but the door opened of its own accord.

“I should be used to that,” said Zleus to himself. “This place seems to be full of enchantments and spells.”

He walked to the foot of a spiral staircase, which, like the hall, seemed to go up and up with no end. He saw a sign on the left side of the stairs.

‘A good witch need not climb.’

What did that mean? Zleus spent a few minutes thinking about it, and then it came to him. He was a witch; he didn’t need stairs to reach the top! Zleus laughed and breathed the Aviation Spell. Up he flew, past the twisting of the stairs. In no time at all, he arrived at yet another door. This one was bright and swirled the many colours of the spectrum.

This time Zleus didn’t try to open the door, instead he walked towards it, and as expected it opened of its own accord, like the many other doors in this place.

Zleus entered a large room with a curved desk that ran from one end of the room to the other. He stared, for he saw at least ten witches and two unisus’ looking right back at him. The unisus’ were sitting on grass rather than the floor, their legs folded under them, and the witches sat on elegant, silver chairs.

“Thank you for coming, my dear Zleus,” said a warm voice.

Zleus followed it to a beautiful lady in a royal blue gown. Her golden hair cascaded in spirals around her shoulders.

“Your Highness.” Zleus bowed but was unable to look away from her beauty.

“Please, Zleus.” The Sacred Witch pointed to a chair in the middle of the room.

“Welcome,” said a male witch as Zleus took the chair. “Chrysies, should we now begin?”

“We may,” replied the Sacred Witch, and took her own seat at the middle of the table.

“I have come about my mother,” Zleus began.

“Yes, we have been waiting for you. We are all concerned about the state of affairs in which Zarina was taken,” said the Sacred Witch.

The other witches nodded in agreement.

“Let us introduce ourselves,” said the first witch. She shone of a natural green hue, and her dress and hair were adorned with green leaves that shimmered from tiny dewdrops. Like little diamonds, the droplets twinkled.

“If we must,” said the male witch in the room.

“I am Verna,” the witch with the green dress continued, ignoring the male witch. “I am the witch who looks after the environment.”

“I am Beskine,” said the male witch in a bored tone. “I am in charge of planet affairs and work closely with the Sacred Witch.”

“I am Tuscane,” said witch number three. “I am the witch of the rivers and seas.”

And so, everyone introduced themselves. Every witch was allocated their own area of expertise, such as the flying transport, political indifferences between planets, and creature liaison.

“You are the Council,” said Zleus, understanding at last. “But the unisus?”

A brown unisus with a white triangle that extended from his forehead to the bridge of his nose addressed Zleus.

“I, and my brother,” the unisus looked towards the other, “have been invited to this meeting. We thank the Sacred Witch. My name is Myeth and he is Rhixle.”

“Oh! Abyliss spoke of you...but are you not watching the castle?” asked Zleus.

“We have been temporarily relieved. Two other soldiers are watching the castle until our return,” said the unisus.

“Zleus, it is important we have the support of the unisus who are highly trained in reading spellbound maps and intercepting them. They have also agreed to help us in any way possible to rescue your mother. Of course, the unisus’ will liaise with Tuscane.” The Sacred Witch smiled, looking in his direction.

“That is all very well, but when will my mother be rescued?” Zleus asked, somewhat rudely. The Sacred Witch raised her eyebrows. “Sorry,” he apologised. “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

The Sacred Witch stood and paced the room, her face troubled. “We will try our best. We do not want to lose a great witch and a great worker.”

“Tell us, Zleus,” said Beskine. “Your brother was sent to Earth, was he not? Do you know why that was?”

“My mother did not think it important to inform me,” said Zleus bitterly.

“Don’t be chastened, my dear boy,” Verna spoke gently, as a grandmother would. “Your mother probably knew something like this would happen. She was careful to keep her thoughts and reasons to herself. The Empire Witches must not know.”

“They must not know what?” Zleus asked, more confused than ever.

The Sacred Witch came to Zleus and looked deep into his eyes. “Time will give you the information that there is to know.”

Then, she said mysteriously, “Zarina is a strong witch, Zleus. She is also important to this community and to this Council. We have discussed meeting with the Sacred Witches of the north and south. As this concerns your mother, we would like you and your brother, Xyth, to join us, but as he has not yet returned...”

“I would like to join you, and thank you,” said Zleus quickly. “I will accept.”

“Very well,” said Verna. “It will be arranged for a scroll to be sent to your dwelling. It will include the time and the date of when we will depart.”

“You do know how to fly, I presume?” asked Beskine, smirking.

“Fly?” asked Zleus.

“We will travel by air rather than on foot. The witches will fly on broomsticks naturally, but a unisus will be able to aid you,” said the Sacred Witch.

“I have not flown on a unisus before, but I can learn,” said Zleus.

“Very good, we can arrange –” began Verna.

“My friend, Abyliss, will assist,” said Zleus.

“Abyliss will not be able to fly long distances,” said Beskine.

“He is my friend and I trust him.”

Beskine smiled, although not warmly.

“Thank you, Zleus. We will meet soon,” said the Sacred Witch, and the door to the stairs opened.

There were no stairs now; only a walkway that led directly out into the garden.

6

EARTH

Blinding light flashed from the opponents’ wand, and Jake bent into a crouch.

“You stay away from her!” Jake released a series of spells towards his opponent, but he was soon beaten.

A spell from the enemy had him sprawled to the ground. The witch stamped his foot on Jake’s chest, a sneer on his face.

“Did you believe you could save her, all alone on this mediocre planet?” The witch kicked him hard and Jake turned over, his face in the dirt.

“Get up, Xyth. I don’t like to win duels so easily,” he snarled.

Jake lay still to buy himself some time. The appearance of Celtiq surprised him. How was it possible? How did he know Larissa was here and how did he find them? All feared Celtiq, the spawn of the evil High Witch. His handsome face could charm any ordinary witch, yet if they went against him, their lives would be something they would fear for. “Jake!” Larissa’s petrified face crumpled as she saw him go quiet and still. “Let me go!” She turned to the witch. “Who are you?”

“Oh, have you not heard of me?” the witch laughed. “Why I am Celtiq, the most powerful sorcerer on Zrotaz. I see you are confused, dear Larissa. Has your mother neglected to tell you about the High Witch and me? Where is she, where is your mother? Shouldn’t she be here, protecting you?” He let go of Larissa’s arm where a bruise had formed already. She rubbed it with a whispered spell, and the black and blue mark vanished.

“Impressive,” remarked Celtiq.

“What have you done to Chantelle?” Larissa shouted. Chantelle lay spread-eagled on the grass. “Is she dead?” “No, just put to sleep. She will not remember a thing after we all leave Earth. She will not remember you were her friend, or that you existed. I shall make sure of that.” Rage flew through Larissa’s body. A mass of power swelled in her core and her eyes turned emerald and her hair, silver, unbeknownst to her.

Celtiq stared. “It is true...!”

White beams shot from Larissa’s eyes, hitting Celtiq in the chest. Another powerful spell hit him in the legs and Celtiq fell. Hearing the thud, Jake jumped up.

“What happened?” he asked, looking at Celtiq’s unconscious form.

Larissa shook her head, confused and dazed, her appearance already changed back to what it was.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I feel different...”

“How?” asked Jake.

“I can’t say...it doesn’t matter. We need to wake Chantelle!”

Jake ignored Celtiq, and zigzagged his way across to Chantelle. He crouched next to her, and let his power flow over her. She awoke in seconds, and looked just as confused as Larissa.

“Questions later,” Jake said before she could ask. He glanced at Celtiq. “We need to get home, and quickly.” Jake helped her up.

“Both of you get in my car,” he said. “Quickly, before Celtiq awakes!”

The small group piled into Jake’s car and he sped away.

* *

Jake was glad he had got to Larissa in time, but he didn’t expect Stuart to be Celtiq! As soon as Jake was able to persuade Larissa and Chantelle outside, Celtiq followed them into the woods, to the lake. He confronted them, changing his appearance at will.

Stuart morphed into Celtiq, his short blond hair lengthening to his shoulders, his t-shirt turning into a tunic, and his jeans turning into a thin leg garment. He was handsome, and yet dangerous.

Celtiq blew a spell towards the party, which was still going ahead at full steam.

“No one will miss us now,” Celtiq grinned.

“What did you do?” Jake almost shouted.

“Just erased a few memories. Oh, and that other boy and his girlfriend won’t remember us coming with them either,” said Celtiq. He walked up to Larissa. “I am so glad we finally met.” He looked towards Chantelle. “A friend of yours? What’s your name girl?”

“Chantelle,” she squeaked.

Without hesitation, Celtiq clicked his fingers, and she dropped.

“We can’t have her bothering us, can we?” he smirked.

Larissa gasped and backed away, frightened. A spell battle began between Jake and Celtiq. The power flew through the air, hitting trees and woodland shrubbery. The lake reflected the wondrous lights the spells created, rather like fireworks. However, Jake knew this was not any form of entertainment. He didn’t know when one of Celtiq’s spells hit him. Luckily, for him, it didn’t do any damage.

It was very dark as Jake drove through the lanes. Larissa could hardly see the road ahead. Jake concentrated hard on the driving and raced on.

“Slow down Jake!” Larissa held onto the door handle.

Her knuckles had turned white.

“I cannot risk Celtiq catching up with us. He is able to

follow trails very well,” said Jake, his eyes hard as steel. “What kind of trails?”

“Magical trails. As magical beings, we leave a magically

enhanced vibe. This is not seen by humans, only by

creatures, and witches,” Jake explained.

“Who is Celtiq?” asked Chantelle. “I saw some light, and

then I don’t remember anything. Can someone tell me what

happened and why we are driving away from a cool party

like criminals?”

A fireball crashed into the road ahead, illuminating a

deep crack on the asphalt. Jake swerved the car, making both

girls scream.

“Damn! He is on our trail!” Jake swore loudly. He manoeuvred expertly around the large crevice and

pressed the accelerator. The car seemed to be flying. Of

course not, thought Larissa, but when she looked down, she

let out another scream. They were around a hundred feet off

the ground!

“Relax. We just need to get rid of him. We need cover in

the clouds,” Jake said and flew into the indigo plumes. Larissa’s heart was pounding. Chantelle had fainted; Jake

didn’t look too clever himself. He slowly brought the car

down to the road and began driving at a normal speed. “How did you do that?” Larissa spoke faintly. “Do what?”

“How did you make the car fly?”

“Larissa, look out!” shouted Jake.

He ducked and threw Larissa down onto the seat at the

same time. Thank God, Chantelle was still passed out. Ice

shards rocketed around them, some shattering the car

windows. Jake jammed his foot on the brake. Chantelle

lunged forward, waking herself up.

“I had the strangest dream,” she said, still in a dream-like

state. “I saw green eyes and someone wearing a pointed hat!

It reminded me of The Wizard of Oz...Oh my God, so this

isn’t a dream?”

“No,” Jake said through gritted teeth. “The Empire

Witches have arrived.”

The girls looked through the smashed windscreen. Three

witches stood before them, their silver hair shimmering, and

their emerald eyes glowing prominently, like cats eyes in the

dark. Larissa’s stomach flipped.

“Oh Lord, I was afraid of this,” Chantelle muttered.

“Rita will kill me!”

“What?” Larissa said.

“Nothing, I said nothing.” Chantelle avoided Larissa’s

curious look.

Larissa made a move to leave the car, but Jake’s strong

hand clamped down on hers.

“No,” he said. “It’s you they want. I am going to speak

to them, please, just stay in the car.”

“But...” began Larissa.

“I said stay in the car!”

Jake went over to the witches.

“Leave her be,” he said in a loud and firm voice. “You

have no claims on her.”

An Empire Witch cackled. Jake hated it, the sound

gnawed on his nerves.

“So your name is Jake here, Xyth? How boring.” Celtiq

chuckled. “Give her to me Xyth, and nothing will happen to

you or the other girl.”

“If I have to kill you, I shall,” Jake threatened. “If you want your mother alive, you will do no such

thing,” said Celtiq. The smile had vanished, replaced with an

angry scowl.

The two witches smirked.

“My mother? What have you done to her?” Jake’s fists

hardened.

“The High Witch has her locked up in her castle,” one of

the witches spoke. “What she will do to her, no one knows

but it won’t be pretty. You know what to do to set her free,

son of Zarina. Give us the girl!”

“Never!” shouted Jake.

Jake’s mother has been locked away in a castle? Why

were they calling Jake, Xyth? Should she call her mother?

Larissa was very confused; she didn’t know what to do. She

knew Jake wouldn’t be able to fight these witches alone. She

had to call her mother. She closed her eyes and reached out

to her mother.

“Mum, please – I need your help! Jake is in trouble. He

said the Empire Witches are here!”

Marcaria’s urgent query came instantly. “Where are

you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I will find you. Who else is with you, Larissa?” “Only Chantelle and Jake.”

“Don’t do anything. Just stay quiet. Promise me,

Larissa.”

Larissa sighed. “I promise.”

As Larissa disconnected the conversation, the doors of

the car broke off. She and Chantelle floated out, hovering to

the front. Chantelle screamed when a flash hit her in the

chest, making her head flop forward.

“Chantelle!” Larissa yelled.

“She is not dead.” Celtiq came towards her.

“What do you want from us?” Larissa cried.

“We only want you, my dear witch,” smiled Celtiq. “But

first, I need to take care of Xyth.”

Thick long vines appeared and wrapped their tough

threads around Jake’s legs. He fell on the hot asphalt. Before

he could breathe a spell, the vines wrapped around his face. “Stop! You will kill him!” Tears ran down Larissa’s face.

“I will...I will do anything you want!”

Clouds thundered overhead; the Empire Witches and

Celtiq looked up in glee. A few more witches had arrived.

They circled the group on the ground, forming an electric

ring. Blue and white sparks sizzled. Larissa was unable to lift

her heavy eyes away. Cackles filled the air, keeping her in her

trance.

“You see, there is no escape,” said Celtiq.

Satisfied with the turn of events, he lowered Larissa and

the unconscious Chantelle down to the ground.

“Take Xyth, I will take Larissa,” Celtiq ordered one of

the witches. “Mother will be pleased.”

“Mum!” Larissa screamed in her mind.

A flash of yellow light illuminated the black sky then, and

a noise, like moving earth, filled the air. Celtiq looked around

with alarm and surprise.

“Leave my daughter alone!” Marcaria screeched, coming

to a stop on her broomstick. Her black hair was wild around

her.

Shards of crystal cut through the electric ring, disarming

the Empire Witches in the air. They screamed and dispersed

in different directions.

“Where are you going? Come back, you useless witches!”

Celtiq shouted. “You will be punished for this!”

He turned to face Marcaria who just smiled. The other

two witches on the ground didn’t flee like the others, but

they were frightened, Larissa could see that.

Everyone looked up towards the sky and saw what seemed like at least twenty more witches, dressed in yellow cloaks, hovering on broomsticks. Then the two witches,

petrified, fled. Celtiq knew he was defeated, for now. “We know where you are!” he shouted. “I will come

back and all will perish!”

A swish of his cloak and he dispersed into millions of

black particles. He was out of sight in half an eye blink. Marcaria cut Jake’s bindings, and woke Chantelle with a

sprinkling of fine, golden dust. The witches in yellow

descended and gathered around Larissa, Jake, and Chantelle.

Larissa recognised Rita, and Mike.

“Rita, Mike, what are you doing here...?” she saw the

long, yellow cloak, the pointed hat, and the broomstick on

her arm. “You both are witches too?”

Rita smiled. “We are. For a long time, we have been

delegated to guard you and your mother by the Sacred Witch

of the East. It has not been easy job.”

“There is a lot to explain,” Marcaria said, and embraced

her daughter. “I thank the Gods that we got here in time.” A thousand more questions formed in Larissa’s mind,

but she was exhausted. Marcaria kissed her on the forehead. “You will fly with me, darling. Jake, you go with Mike.

Chantelle, you can go with Rita,” said Marcaria.

“You and I will be having words, young lady. You were

supposed to be looking out for Larissa,” Rita scolded

Chantelle. “Not go gallivanting to parties.”

“Sorry, auntie Rita,” said Chantelle.

“Auntie Rita?” asked Larissa.

“I too am part of the clan,” Chantelle told Larissa

sheepishly. “I am a witch and Rita is my aunt.”

“And you never thought to tell me, ever?” Larissa was

livid. “I am your best friend!”

“I had orders,” Chantelle said. “I’m really sorry, Lar.” Marcaria blew a kiss on her daughter’s head, “Questions

later, my darling.”

* *

Larissa was not quite in the land of nod, but not quite awake either. She heard her mother and Jake talking. She knew they were home now, she could smell the familiarity. She must have fallen asleep on the broom for she couldn’t remember arriving.

“Who commissioned you to come, Jake?” asked

Marcaria.

“My mother. I am Xyth, son of Councillor Zarina.” Marcaria gasped. “You are Zarina’s son!”

“Yes. I am her eldest.”

“Oh Zarina, how I miss her. It has been a long time

since we parted...” Marcaria smiled through her memories and reminisced about her days back on Zrotaz with her best friend, and her husband. She looked up at Jake. “I must thank you for all that you have done for us. If Zarina were here, I would thank her in person, and I wish that were true. You must give her my love, won’t you? How is she?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to her in many days,” said Jake.

He was disturbed. He had been trying to get hold of Zleus too but there was no connection. Why wasn’t his telepathy working?

“Celtiq said something...he said mother has been imprisoned by the High Witch, can that be true?” Marcaria’s eyes widened in shock.

“Then there’s no time to lose,” she said.

“Then it is true?” asked Jake. “I can’t believe it! I must go

back to Zrotaz, now!”

“There is nothing we can do right this moment. You must

wait for daylight, Xyth,” said Marcaria. “Meanwhile, on

Earth, you will be referred to as Jake.”

“Come on lad. Let’s get home, you and I need some

rest,” said Mike.

Larissa opened her eyes then, but didn’t sit up. “Thank you for coming back, Mike,” said Marcaria. “Thanks for the tea,” said Mike leading Jake through the door.

“Good night Marcaria,” Rita hugged her. She turned her head to Larissa, who closed her eyes. She didn’t want anyone to know she was listening in. “Poor thing, she doesn’t know anything, does she?”

“Good night Rita,” Marcaria kissed her friend on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have been able to do all this without you all.”

7

A jolt woke Larissa, sweat masking her face and neck. Had she dreamt it all? The witches with the pointed hats and their long garments...and Jake, or Xyth, whatever his name was supposed to be...was it all true?

It was dark in the bedroom, and everything seemed very still. Silence dominated the space around her. Larissa opened the window and revelled at the gentle rolling waves in the distance. The moon shone brightly, but it looked strange to her today, as a shadow had befallen it. She noticed a blue hue hovering around it. It was strange, very strange.

She turned away and her gaze fell on the clock that was resting on the dresser. It read 2 a.m. Funny, she couldn’t remember much of the previous night, apart from the party and those witches. The sound of the cascading waves brought Larissa out of her thoughts; she looked in the direction of the sea again, it seemed to be beckoning her. She longed to be there, on the shore. She loved Robin Hood's Bay, a quaint little fishing village, right next to the sea.

The sea was her companion during nights like these; it seemed to ease her anxieties, especially when things happened that she didn’t understand. Her mother refrained from telling her much; she understood that now. Oh, she knew she was a witch and she had powers that she could not control, but she knew nothing of her past. Where did she and her mother once live on Zrotaz? Did she have an extended family? How did her father die?

She had tried to get answers, but her mother just smiled and said she would tell her when the time came. Now, the time had come, and Larissa knew her questions would not be left unanswered for long. Things were changing. She could feel it; the time was near.

Larissa yawned and closed the window. She went back to her bed, vowing to ask her mother about everything when the sun rose. Lying in her bed, she let her eyes become heavy, and in a few moments, she was asleep.

* *

The day dawned bright when she awoke the second time that morning. Enticing smells of a cooked English breakfast reached her before she got to the kitchen.

“Good morning, did you have a nice sleep?” Marcaria asked her daughter cheerfully. “Eat up now. We have a long day ahead.”

Larissa noticed her mother’s face looked tired and worn, as if she had not slept at all.

“What is all of this?” Larissa sat at the table. “It smells lovely.”

Marcaria put a full plate in front of her daughter. “Larissa, do you remember anything about last night?” Marcaria sat on the opposite chair. Her hands were twitching.

“So it was all true?” Larissa stopped eating.

“Yes,” sighed Marcaria. “I’m afraid it was. What do you remember?”

“I remember there were witches, with green eyes and silver hair. There was a boy, who was supposed to be Stuart, but he turned into a witch. Oh and Jake...or Xyth...” Larissa suddenly remembered Chantelle!

“Mum, where is Chantelle? Is she alright?”

“She is fine, just a little tired. Rita is looking after her. Larissa, I know you have many questions and I will answer everything. You deserve that much. Now, let’s finish breakfast, shall we?”

* *

Larissa donned her jacket and followed her mother to the car. Marcaria stopped, as if she had changed her mind about something.

“What is it, Mum?” asked Larissa.

“Before I take you to the Witches Council ...” “There is a Witch’s Council?” Larissa asked, wide-eyed. “Yes. We will be going there in a few minutes, but first, I

want to show you something. It is important you understand the significance of this thing. Wait a moment.”

Marcaria closed her eyes, her body tensed, and her face twitched. She seemed to be talking to someone. At last, she opened her eyes.

“Rita is re-arranging the meeting. She is good! I don’t know what I would do without her,” Marcaria said at long last.

“I can’t believe Rita is a witch, or Mike, in fact!” exclaimed Larissa. “This is amazing!”

Marcaria just smiled. “Follow me.”

She led Larissa back to the house and up to the attic. As she reached the door, she found it open.

“Oh.” Marcaria suddenly remembered not sealing the door. “Oh no!”

“Mum?” Larissa stood behind her mother, now confused more than before.

Marcaria ignored her daughter and opened the door to the attic. She sensed the box and the Crystal inside. She sighed with relief; it was still there. She cursed herself silently for not re-casting the charms.

Marcaria put her hands on Larissa’s shoulders. “There is something here and I want to see if you can locate it. This small test will show me how strong your abilities are and how mature this item is.”

“What am I supposed to find?” All Larissa could see were dusty boxes, an old wardrobe, a mirror that looked like it had stood there for centuries, and an odd treasure chest. Marcaria watched her intently, and frowned when Larissa showed no inclination to concentrate.

“Focus, Larissa. Close your eyes and feel its energy.”

Larissa closed her eyes and let her mind search the attic. She felt cool items, like old toys she used to play with when she was young, some old clothes, and some boxes of her mother’s things. The chest contained metal curiosities and that mirror; it seemed to be sending out vibrations. She didn’t think it was what her mother wanted her to locate though. She drew in a deep breath and concentrated harder.

Larissa felt an unusual warmth, an aura that turned hot, and then, like an icy burn. It seemed to be calling her. She opened her eyes in bewilderment, feeling as if someone had splashed freezing water on her face. Immediately she was drawn to the Crystal that now hovered on top of the box, gleaming yellow and silver. Larissa walked towards it and grasped it in her hand. The Crystal whispered to her.

“The Dark Witches are coming. You must be aware. You must be protected and protect...”

The Crystal stopped glowing and turned grey.

“It...it spoke to me!” said Larissa.

Marcaria had watched everything in awe from the time Larissa closed her eyes until now. She saw the Crystal float out from the box. Like Larissa, she felt its change of temperature. It glowed gold at first, sending a shimmering spectrum across the attic walls. A blinding white light then followed and flashed around the room.

“What did it say?”Marcaria asked.

“It told me to beware of the dark witches. Who are they, Mum? It said I must protect and be protected. What does it all mean?”

Larissa turned the Crystal in her hand, it glowed pale gold for a second, and then turned back to grey.

“Your power is more powerful than I imagined. The prophecy is right.”

“Prophecy?” questioned Larissa.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging from down below.

“What is all that noise?” Marcaria was alarmed.

The banging became persistent. Mother and daughter looked at each other, and then sprinted downstairs. The Crystal was still clutched in Larissa’s hand.

Marcaria opened the door. Jake stood there, doubled over and breathing heavily.

“Jake! What’s wrong?” Larissa exclaimed.

“They’ve got Chantelle, they’ve taken her!” Jake said, in between deep breaths.

“Who has taken her, Jake?” Marcaria gently brought him inside, and sat him down. She didn’t really need him to clarify, for she already knew.

“The Empire Witches...they have taken Chantelle!”

“Are you telling us that my best friend has been kidnapped? What are you talking about, that’s ridiculous!” Larissa would have laughed if Jake’s face wasn’t so serious. “Oh God.”

“Jake, start from the beginning,” Marcaria said. “Larissa,” she looked at her daughter and then at her closed hand that cradled the Crystal.

“Make sure the other door is locked and let’s check the windows too,” she told her.

Larissa understood what her mother wanted, and headed for the attic. Jake remained seated while the women secured the house. Marcaria and Larissa quickly met back at the living room, and when the two were both present, he spoke.

“I was taking a stroll this morning thinking about yesterday, and my mother...and I saw Chantelle walking along the beach. I caught up with her and we began talking. It happened so fast, I had no chance of protecting her.

Two Empire Witches appeared, flying high on broomsticks. Their cackle was loud and unbearable, so much so that I had to cover my ears. Wind and rain arrived, lashing down on us. We were forced to crouch. I couldn’t see Chantelle’s face.

Before I could chant a counter-spell, I heard Chantelle scream. Then, everything stopped. The sky cleared, and the witches vanished, as well as Chantelle. In her place, was a note...”

“Can I see it? What did it say?” Larissa almost shouted.

“The note?” he asked.

“Yes, the note, Jake. What did it say?”

“It said, only one person was permitted to rescue Chantelle.” Jake looked at Larissa. “They want you.”

“I want to see the note,” Larissa stretched out her hand.

Jake took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

“Sorry,” he muttered, giving it to Larissa.

Marcaria touched the corner of the note with her index finger and the paper smoothed out.

“Thanks,” Jake said.

Larissa waited for the last crease in the note to clear itself and then began to read. It said everything he had mentioned. She turned it over, but the other side was blank. Then suddenly, blue words started to appear in front of her eyes.

Everybody gasped. Larissa read it out aloud.

Larissa, you know where the Crystal is. It is ours as you are ours. Come oh dear light one. Come to the Empire Witches, and you shall be rewarded with powers known only amongst the highest of witches. You have until the Earth’s moon reaches its first quarter. The Empire Witches of Zrotaz are waiting for you, dear child.

Larissa read the last sentence again, this time to herself.

“We need to call the meeting now,” Marcaria’s words broke into her thoughts.

It took only a few moments for Marcaria to organise the meeting. She communicated telepathically with Rita.

“It has been arranged. The meeting commences in twenty minutes,” she said. “We must move.”

8

Marcaria led Larissa and Jake across the moors, to the edge of Robin Hood’s Bay. The sea crashed beneath them, roaring in the wind. They stood before a large tree, whose tendril like branches circled around them. The leaves spread at their feet, in autumnal colours.

“We must hold hands.” Marcaria held her hand out to

Larissa and Jake, and they formed a circle.

“The birth of the circle, we bow in greeting. The Ray of

Solar, we say our thanks. To the Gods of Zrotaz, we bow in

respect. The Witches of the East, we hail you.”

The tree began to sway, its long finger-like branches

dancing around them. White blossom rained upon them as

the great tree became semi-transparent.

“This is unbelievable,” Larissa exclaimed. Jake nodded in

agreement.

Marcaria would have smiled, if the situation had not

been so dire. As they walked through the tree, it became

solid behind them.

“Remarkable,” Jake said.

It was spacious inside, and not circular, as Larissa had

thought. White light illuminated desks and chairs. No one

was around. Larissa questioned her mother with her eyes. “This is the study area for the witches selected for

special services,” explained Marcaria. “They will go on to

become Spell Finders, and travel whole galaxies.” “That is so cool,” said Jake.

“Their future work is extremely vital, for the

continuation of the existence of the witches here, and

Zrotaz. They report directly to the Sacred Witch of the

East.” Marcaria walked over to a bookshelf and touched a

hollow space that Larissa knew wasn’t there before. “It stays hidden until someone needs a book. The Tree

senses the wish to find a book, and it appears.”

“Why?” asked Larissa. “That’s just silly.”

“It may be silly to you, but I assure you it is imperative

for security reasons. The books will only appear for the

Witches of the East. The Tree is sworn to secrecy.” “The Tree...?”

“The Tree is the Seed if you like, that nourishes the wish

and strength of witches. Without it, the Witches of the East

would be lost. It senses, but does not speak. It is able to send

messages to all witches through its sensors. The messages

reach us telepathically.”

“Why are there no witches here at this moment?” asked

Jake.

“All the witches have been called to the meeting, which

we are to attend,” replied Marcaria patiently.

“All the witches? How many are there?” Larissa

questioned.

“I estimate a total of nine hundred, from around the

world. Many witches are from the east of Zrotaz, with a

handful from the south and north.”

Before Larissa could ask any more questions, a boy with

golden hair, draped in green satin, materialised before them. “Councillor Marcaria, the bench is ready.”

“Thank you,” said Marcaria.

The boy led them away from the study area, to a cocoon

shaped room. There seemed to be no opening. The boy

simply touched the cocoon, and it turned semi-transparent

just as the tree had a few moments before.

“Come, oh light one,” the boy addressed Larissa. Astounded, Larissa looked at her mother, who smiled

and nodded. Larissa walked through to an amazing sight of

soft blue and white light, with numerous witches bowing to

her.

“Dear Larissa, welcome. Please, take your seat,” said a

witch who sat on a tall chair, in the middle of the room. Marcaria nudged her daughter. “Go on darling. I’m right

here. You have nothing to fear.”

Larissa walked towards a chair that was positioned

opposite this witch. She seemed lovely, dressed all in white;

she had an ethereal presence about her. Her smile was warm

and welcoming. Larissa liked her. She relaxed into the seat

meant for her.

“I will begin by introducing myself,” said the witch. “I

am the Sacred Witch of the East, and I have travelled a long

way to meet you, dear Larissa. Councillor Marcaria, I thank

you for bringing your daughter here. I understand you took a

great risk in doing so.”

Marcaria smiled. “The circumstances are not great, and

so this meeting needed to be called urgently. Please forgive

me for such short notice, Sacred Witch.”

Larissa looked to her mother in confusion. What was she

talking about? The Sacred Witch turned back to Larissa. “May I see it?” she asked.

“What would you like to see?” Larissa’s voice echoed

around the audience. There was an intake of breath, and

whispers. She felt her cheeks burn.

“Your voice is melodious,” commented the Sacred

Witch. “Open your palm, dear one.”

Larissa opened her palm, and found the Crystal, sitting

there like any ordinary rock. She frowned, she was sure she

had put it away back in the box. How did it get here? “I can’t believe it,” she whispered. She looked to her

mother who was astounded, too.

“The Crystal is magical, Larissa. It follows you, and it

shall appear when trouble is near. It possesses power far

beyond that which any of us can understand. Larissa,

remember, it listens to you now.”

“But I don’t understand,” said Larissa.

The Sacred Witch clapped her hands; a shower of clear

bubbles floated down to eye level, and formed a circle. The

bubbles began to rotate, making Larissa laugh in delight.

Inside every bubble, she saw images of witches, laughing and

happy with their families.

“What you are looking at is the future, if you succeed in

your task. If not, the picture in front of you shall be reversed

to sadness and deprivation into dark shadows on the World

of Zrotaz.

“All the witches here, around you, are the witches of

Zrotaz, who were forced to flee their homes and find refuge

on this planet. The Empire Witches are becoming stronger,

and their hold on Zrotaz is causing fear, terrible fear. Zrotaz

is our planet, and all the witches have a right to live there,

away from the horror.

“The prophecy has come true, my child, and you are the

only one who will be able to restore hope for the future, to

enable these witches to return to their homes, to return to

Zrotaz.”

The Sacred Witch held out her hand, and the Crystal

floated to her. She smiled, seeming satisfied.

“You trust my words,” she said to it. “Larissa, the

Crystal will help you in your quest. It came to me, as it is a

part of you and you allowed it, subconsciously. The Crystal

will only do what you want.”

There were so many questions in Larissa’s head. Where

should she begin?

“I cannot answer all your questions, Larissa, but you will

find the answers soon enough,” the Sacred Witch

emphasised.

Marcaria stepped forward. “The Witches of the West have

broken through the charmed seals that were put around the

entrance to Earth,” she said.

Everyone gasped, and murmurings began.

“I ask for silence,” the Sacred Witch said in a quiet tone. All chatter died down at once, and the focus was to the

centre once again. The Sacred Witch waved her hands, and

then crossed her arms over her chest. The bubbles popped

and diminished. Another wave of her hands, and Larissa

found herself floating in space. She screamed, and clutched

the ends of her chair.

“Fear not, dear Larissa. This is only an illusion. Open

your eyes, you are quite safe,” came the voice of the Sacred

Witch.

Larissa opened her eyes as instructed, and saw, to her

astonishment, the Sacred Witch standing on a star. “How? This is not possible,” she said.

Larissa found her mother sitting by the side of her chair,

relaxed and smiling. She took Larissa’s hand in hers. “Look around, Larissa,” she whispered.

Larissa saw all the witches still sitting in their seats, but

floating in space. Space debris whizzed past, leaving a

motion shimmering behind. Stars shone brightly, meteors

rocketed and golden dust fell like silent snowflakes. Two

planets were prominent, Earth and a red and gold ball, with

rings circling it.

“Is that Saturn?” Larissa asked.

“That is the planet of Zrotaz, the sister planet of

Saturn,” Marcaria said.

“It’s beautiful.” Larissa was awe-struck.

“I want you to focus on the activity on Earth’s surface,”

said the Sacred Witch. “Tell me what you see.”

Larissa looked towards Earth. An array of coloured

lights danced around Earth’s atmosphere, dust particles

filtered in, thus causing the movement of the lights to

change direction. Then, she really saw it.

“The northern lights! But...you can only see them near

Norway, and why are there holes?”

“You are nearly correct, my dear one,” the Sacred Witch

said. “What you see is the reflection of the Aurora Borealis,

the northern lights to some. This is the gateway to Earth. It

is now permanently open.”

“What do you mean?” asked Larissa.

“Many years ago, when Zrotaz was safe, the witches

didn’t need a refuge planet, but times have taken an ugly

turn. The High Witch became powerful.”

“Who is the High Witch?”

“She is the most evil of all witches, and leads the Empire

Witches in the west. She became powerful to her position

after the fall of our sister planet, Saturn, and is now working

to dominate all of Zrotaz, the planet is divided into four

quadrants – The east, south, north, and west witches.” “But what does she want?”

“She wants Zrotaz and everything in this galaxy. She

wants fear instilled in all witches to do her bidding. She

wants the witches to serve her black power. At the

beginning, she thought it would be easy, but the witches

fought back. Many perished; those who survived the attacks

went into hiding.

“Discussions took place all over Zrotaz and it was

agreed to ask the Earth Spirits to gain entry to their planet.” “Earth is guarded by Spirits?” asked Larissa.

“Yes. They are the guardians of Earth, and have been so

for millions of years. Earth is full of secret magic, but the humans cannot see it. The spirits, to protect the humans in times of need, release the magic. Therefore, planet Earth is the best place for witches to seek refuge. The spirits granted permission for the witches of the east, south, and north to gain entry, but in moderation, so as not to arouse suspicion

in the humans.”

“What do I need to do?” Larissa could feel tension in the

room, it didn’t help that she was feeling anxious herself.

“Can you tell me something about the prophecy?” “I can tell you what information I have. A prophecy was

made five hundred years ago. By whom, we cannot be

certain. Stories have been exaggerated but the fact is that it

was about you and the Crystal and that, together, you two

are destined to save Zrotaz from high evil.”

The Sacred Witch waved her arms, and they all were

back in the room once again.

“You need to close those holes, Larissa. With the power

of the Crystal, coupled with your own, you will succeed. The

meeting is now adjourned.”

“Wait! What about Chantelle? We can’t leave her to their

mercy!”

However, no one seemed to have heard her. The room

was thinning, and Larissa could no longer see the Sacred

Witch. The walls turned into the Yorkshire moorland

landscape, stretching out far before them. Thunderous grey

skies lay heavily over the moors, Larissa could see the sea.

She was standing deep in long grass now, with her mother

and Jake.

“What just happened?” she asked.

“It was time to end the meeting. Your questions about

Chantelle cannot be answered in front of everyone; the

witches must not know about her abduction,” said Marcaria. Jake sat on a large rock, putting his hands on his hand. “The witches are already anxious, and if the news of

Chantelle’s abduction reaches them, there would be a lot of

frightened witches. They would try to contact the council,

thus causing a lot of activity, which may bring the attention of the humans to the centre of this mayhem. Not a good thing, considering we are trying to remain in hiding,” said Jake. “Marcaria, can I talk to the Sacred Witch about my

mother? She must know something.”

“Yes Jake. Come along with Larissa and me; we are to

meet the Sacred Witch at midnight. For now, let’s get home

and rest,” said Marcaria.

“I will take my leave, I will see you at midnight,” said

Jake. He left mother and daughter to head back home.

9

ZROTAZ

Abyliss paced the space around the circle. His fellow comrades waited for their leader to speak, sensing apprehension.

They stood on a tall hill, which was almost hidden by surrounding white clouds. The rays of the sun filtered through, casting long shadows along the grass, and the sound of a rushing waterfall added to the serenity of the unisus’ dwelling.

“What have you decided, Abyliss?” Charm, a fair unisus stepped forward. Her voice was pure and rang like bells.

“For centuries, the fight has been between the witches. Our ancestors did not intervene, why should we now?” asked Myeth, a broad, brown stallion.

“Myeth, we are unisus’ and are born to protect. The magical powers that we possess are beyond the witches’ abilities, and it is what we use to combat against evil. The witches know that. Perhaps our ancestors were blind to the fact, but we are not.” Charm shot Myeth a look of loathing.

Abyliss turned to face them. “Both of you have a fair point, but Charm is right, Myeth. The High Witch was not a threat during the time of our ancestors. She was innocent then, but the wickedness has taken her soul. The lives of the witches of Zrotaz, as well as other creatures – including us – from other planets in the galaxy, are in dire jeopardy. We have little choice but to intervene.

“And you are prepared to lead us into danger, to probably kill us all?” Myeth scowled.

Charm went to Abyliss. “I will fight, Abyliss. You can count on me.”

Myeth scoffed. “I have been to the Witches Council, Abyliss, as you asked. The boy, Zleus, made a visit.”

“That is good. What did you ascertain from that?” asked Abyliss.

“He is worried more for his mother than for the future of our world. Do you think we should be fighting for witches such as him?”

“Zarina is a much respected witch, with abilities that outshine most other witches. Even if she didn’t possess such powers, she would be no less a witch, Myeth. Zleus is a young boy who loves his mother very much, as he should. A boy’s love for his mother must not be ridiculed.”

“What about the girl?” Myeth challenged Abyliss.

“I don’t understand.”

“The rumours have spread. The word is that the Crystal has been found. It has matured and has accepted Larissa as its equal. Larissa and the Crystal, together, will destroy the High Witch.”

“Where did you hear this?” Abyliss asked, curiosity engaging him.

Myeth shrugged.

“It is true. The word is all around Zrotaz,” said Charm.

“Then it is important we act sooner rather than later.” Abyliss turned to the circle, “My friends, I want you all to be ready for when the witches will need our assistance. Summon your powers and sharpen your awareness. We will meet when I know of more developments, but in the meantime, keep a lookout and inform me if any of you see anything different on our planet. This meeting is adjourned.”

* *

Abyliss sat on the grass, soaking up the light from the moon. The stars and planets shone above, and Abyliss watched the mass of purple dust dance on the surface of Saturn, the sister planet of Zrotaz. His thoughts wandered to Myeth’s disagreement of helping Zleus and Zarina.

It was true their ancestors did not interfere in other creatures’ affairs. They thought it was not their duty or their business to fight others’ wars. Times have changed, however, and Zrotaz and its creatures must be protected. A unisus’ duty is to protect and it must be fulfilled.

Their ancestors were wrong to ignore such a right, and they perished. But he won’t, and he won’t let his comrades do the same, he concluded.

“Abyliss.”

Abyliss sighed. “Charm, you should be resting.”

Charm folded her wings, and sat beside her friend.

“You should be too,” she responded. “You look worried.”

“These are dark days, Charm, and I need the support of everyone.”

“I support you and always will.”

“But not Myeth,” said Abyliss, looking troubled.

“Myeth is very stubborn. He has never liked the witches, and only does what is required of him, when you tell him. He cannot disobey your orders. The same is true for all of us. If you order him to fight, he is bound,” Charm said. Abyliss turned his head to face her. “I don’t want to force him. It shouldn’t be like that. Myeth should be willing to fight without any orders.”

He stood and flexed his wings. Charm stood too. “Come back to the dwelling and rest, Abyliss. It is very late. We need our rest, especially you.”

Abyliss let Charm lead the way back. He was quite tired, and welcomed the thought of his resting place. He yawned, and Charm smiled.

“I told you so,” she couldn’t help saying.

Abyliss laughed heartily. Just as they reached their warm dwelling, a falcon flew in their midst. He had an envelope clutched in his talons.

“Decro, what a nice surprise to see you,” Abyliss smiled.

“I won’t say the same,” the falcon grumbled, and dropped the envelope. “Well, a good night to you two.” He flew away.

“He never warmed to me, that falcon.” Abyliss shook his head in regret.

“What does the letter say?” Charm asked.

The letter rose to their eye level, and opened on Abyliss’ quiet command.

The wise unisus began to read.

“Abyliss, I need to speak to you urgently. Please meet me at my house tomorrow morning at seven. PS. Can you fly?”

The letter floated to the ground, like a lazy feather.

“Abyliss, what are you thinking?” Charm broke the short silence.

“I admit I am a little disturbed. Zleus has never requested – or demanded in this case – to see him. It sounds important.”

“Would you like me to accompany you?” Charm asked.

“Thank you my dear, but he has requested me to see him and, it seems, me only. Well, let us get some sleep now. It’s going to be an interesting day tomorrow.”

10

Zleus waited on his doorstep. He hoped the letter had reached Abyliss, but he couldn’t be sure. Actually, nobody could be sure with falcons, which were mainly grumpy and unreliable creatures. It was hard to persuade Decro to take the letter to Abyliss, and so a silver coin was offered as his reward for service.

It was a warm morning, and the sun was just peeking over the horizon. Rainbow birds stood in line on a tree branch, looking about with interest. One yawned, and nearly toppled over. Zleus laughed.

Hearing approaching hooves he knew Abyliss was coming. He wasn’t at all surprised to see Charm

accompanying him. Charm, the beautiful unisus, was always by Abyliss’ side. She was just fifteen years old when her family were killed in a battle between the north and west witches. Abyliss then had taken her into his protection.

“Good morning,” Abyliss said, coming to a stop by his friend.

“Thank you for coming, Abyliss,” said Zleus. “How are you, Charm? I should have known you would come too.” However, Zleus was smiling.

“My dear Zleus,” Charm nuzzled her head against his face, making him chuckle.

“I had forbidden her to come, but as you know, she is very stubborn.” Abyliss shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter Abyliss,” said Zleus, still smiling. “It wouldn’t be right for you to travel here on your own.”

“Well, I beg to differ, young man. I am not that old! Tell me now; what was the urgency that you had to send a letter with that dreaded falcon? Why did you want to see me?” Abyliss watched his friend’s face.

“I went to see the Sacred Witch as I said I would,” Zleus began.

Abyliss nodded. “Myeth informed me.”

“We talked about my mother, and of a rescue plan. The Sacred Witch wants a meeting with the Sacred Witches of the south and north.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Abyliss approved.

“But we have to fly there,” said Zleus. “I was hoping you could help me.”

“How do you mean?” asked Charm.

“I was hoping...if Abyliss could come with me, to fly me there.”

Both Abyliss and Charm looked at each other.

“What’s wrong?” asked Zleus. “Is that a wrong thing to ask?”

“Zleus, my dear boy, I am very near to eighty years old in human years. In witches’ years that is a hundred and fifty years old.”

“I didn’t realise...I thought...” this information took time to digest, and he understood. “So that means that you are not able to fly, at all?”

“Oh, I can fly, but not great journeys, I’m afraid. My wings are tired, and I am not sure they would be able to do the job. Zleus, dear boy, I haven’t flown long distances in as close to a hundred years. The younger mares and stallions are the only ones strong enough to carry passengers safely,” said Abyliss.

“Then, how do you travel any distances?” Zleus asked, clearly perplexed.

“We use our magic,” replied Charm. “As we get older, our magic becomes strong and powerful, but with age, it has limits. Elder unisus’ can only fly short distances with their magic, but would need much rest in between. A great deal of travelling is done on foot.”

“That’s that then, I won’t be able to attend the meeting with the Sacred Witches,” stated Zleus, glum and defeated.

“Not quite,” smiled Abyliss.

Both Charm and Zleus looked at him with curiosity, and surprise.

“I may not be able to fly, but my dear Charm here, will be able to accompany you, Zleus,” said Abyliss.

“That is out of the question!” Charm protested severely. “Who will look after you whilst I am away?”

“You worry about me too much. I don’t need looking after. Now, it is settled. You will go with Zleus, and send me information every day. I will meet with the Sacred Witch to discuss what needs to be prepared. I believe they will be travelling by broomstick?”

Zleus nodded.

“Very well, we shall leave now. We have much to organize and, as I believe, you and the Council do too.”

“Thank you Abyliss,” said Zleus.

“We shall speak soon,” said Abyliss.

* *

The Sacred Witch met with Zleus privately, a day after he met with Abyliss. She arrived at his home unexpectedly. He was engrossed in his reading, and received a shock when she knocked on his door.

Zleus lived in a ragged stone and mud cottage that was set in woodland clearing, many miles away from the city.

His mother, Zarina preferred the life in this natural habitat. She always said that magic was resourced more effectively from the stem trees.

Zleus didn’t show the surprise he felt, and let the small party of two other witch councillors he had met – Verna and Beskine, as well as the Sacred Witch – into his small abode.

“Are you prepared for this long and dangerous journey, Zleus?” the High Witch looked strange standing in his very simple cottage. However, she didn’t falter in the small space. She took off her scarf, and made herself comfortable on a chair. Verna took a seat too but Beskine remained standing; he did not look too happy.

“I think so,” replied Zleus, where in fact he wasn’t at all.

“Very good, now, we shall be travelling over waters that possess evil, so we need to be prepared. I am pleased to tell you that the Witches Council is trained to defend themselves and others, if something disturbing occurs. I don’t expect you to know powerful spells at a young age. Can you tell me, have you had duel or defence spell training?”

“My mother has taught me some spells, but I have never used a defence spell,” said Zeus.

The Sacred Witch pondered this information. “I will arrange a defence and attack training schedule for you. Beskine will be the best trainer. During the time you are with us, you will be our responsibility, and we will keep you as safe as possible. If the unforeseen happens, Zleus, we would need you to fight.”

The Sacred Witch blew on the small table that stood in front of her, and a hefty book appeared.

“This book will prepare you for the training ahead. It contains information on powerful spells, attack and defence strategies. I suggest you pay attention to these closely. The meeting with the North and South Witches has been scheduled for a month’s time. Travelling to Eve’s Drop will be eventful, and not at all easy. I will ask you again, are you prepared for such a journey?”

“My mother means more to me than my own life,” said Zleus.

The Sacred Witch smiled. “I am pleased to hear it. Beskine will train you every day for two hours, and in the free time you have, I expect you to learn the spells. Training will commence in two days.”

Beskine looked even more unhappy; Zleus wondered if the training would be fun at all! The Sacred Witch left Zleus in a haze of excitement and dread.

* *

Zleus sighed, and looked up at the sky. He missed his mother very much, and especially this day. He needed to know she was safe. Whatever happened, he would rescue her. If only he could get a hold of Xyth, and inform him of what had happened to their mother. Why wasn’t he responding?

Frustrated, Zleus went back into the house. He saw the book, and decided to take the Sacred Witch’s advice. Approaching it, he opened it to a page. A mass of grey, angry waves took up the centre fold inside the book. The night sky in the picture darkened its depths. Zleus shuddered; he was worried about crossing the Dead Sea, which lay between the west side of Zrotaz and Eve’s Drop, a place in the geography of the Evelyn Mountains. Terrible stories circled between the witch clans, whether they were myth or reality, he wasn’t sure but he had a feeling he would find out soon enough!

Zleus took a closer look at the picture, and was sure he saw something sinister lurking beneath the waves – a sea monster? Zleus shook his head. No, he was over thinking things, and anyway, like the Sacred Witch said, he will be looked after...if...

* *

Zarina tried to find her son. She knew he would be worried about her, and would do anything to find her. But she didn’t want him to endanger his life. Zarina had no idea what part of the castle she had been imprisoned in. The Empire Witches had tortured her relentlessly, and the effects were almost unbearable. Zarina’s magic was weakening. However, she must be strong and concentrate to find a way to escape!

She thought of Xyth, whom she had sent to Earth to protect Larissa. The High Witch must not get a hold of the girl! She must be kept safe! Larissa is important, not only as a daughter of her dear friend, Marcaria, but also as a daughter of Zrotaz. She hoped Xyth had made contact with Zleus. Her own magic wasn’t strong enough to find Xyth; Earth was too far away...but Zleus would be able to speak with him. She must get a message to him. He must know she is still alive, and not to come looking for her. She must also find out if he has spoken to his brother.

Telepathy was the only way, and the only form of communication she could still use without being detected by the witches. Luckily, for her, councilors were gifted in this way, and the Empire Witches were still unfamiliar with it.

Zarina tried again to focus on Zleus, and after a few moments of hard concentration, she found him. However, she was surprised, what was he doing? Was he performing a spell? The room was dark, and the curtains were drawn. Zleus was chanting something. There was a vase in the middle of the room, and he seemed to be directing his spell at the object. The vase glowed fuchsia, then shattered. Zleus’s smile was triumphant. He tried the spell again, and this time on a rock. It glowed blue, green, and then fuchsia. The stone was resisting! Finally it shattered.

Zarina couldn’t understand why Zleus was practicing such a spell. It was one of the complex spells, and yet, he was succeeding. She searched the room. All furniture had been moved to one side, and all ornaments and pictures taken from their places. Zarina spotted a book that lay on the table. She concentrated on it. It was large in volume, with gold-leafed pages. The cover was of bound fabric and the colour of midnight blue. It looked familiar. She looked closer and read the title in trun – the language of the witches – ‘Spellification and Charms.’ Zarina gasped, the book belonged to the Sacred Witch! Why did Zleus have it?

“Mother, is that you?” came Zleus’s voice, loud and clear in her head.

“Zleus! How are you, my dear boy?”

“Where are you, mother? I’m coming to – ”

“No! You must not, son. It is too dangerous!” Zarina literally shouted in her mind. “Do you hear me?”

“Mother, tell me, where are you?” Zleus began pacing the floor.

“Have you spoken to your brother?” Zarina asked quickly.

“No mother – ”

Zarina heard footsteps and cackling laughter.

“Zleus, keep safe.” She closed down the communication, and lay down, pretending to be asleep.

Her cell door opened, a metal dish clanged, and then it slid on the floor towards her. The door closed, but Zarina feigned sleep a little longer. When she was sure it was safe, she opened her eyes, and sat up.

That was too close! She let out a sigh of relief. She must be mindful to not use her telepathy near a mealtime.

11

EARTH

Larissa entered the room first, followed by Marcaria. The Sacred Witch nodded in greeting.

“Thank you for coming, Marcaria and Larissa. It is paramount we talk in private, as this issue is most sensitive. It would not be good for everyone to know of the unsettling developments with regard to the abduction of Chantelle,” began the Sacred Witch. “I will be leaving Earth shortly after this meeting, as there has been some activity on Zrotaz that needs urgent attention.”

“Chrysies, forgive me but I have brought someone else,” said Marcaria.

“It is against protocol, you know that Marcaria,” the

Sacred Witch warned.

“I understand but it is vital he is included in our

discussion,” Marcaria insisted.

“Very well,” sighed the Sacred Witch. “Who is this

person?”

“It is Xyth, son of Councillor Zarina. He is known as Jake

on Earth,” said Marcaria. “We know Zarina has been taken

by the High Witch.”

The Sacred Witch was silent for a moment. “Call him

in.”

Jake came in and bowed to the Sacred Witch. The witch

looked at him with deep interest but also with regret. “I have spoken with your brother, Zleus. The Witch

Council is working with him to bring your mother home,”

she said.

“What was the motive? Why Zarina?” Marcaria asked. “My guess is that since she helped you and Larissa

escape Zrotaz, the High Witch has associated the connection

with you. I believe she is after Larissa and the Crystal. Zarina

would be the one who would know about it, as she is your

closest friend and was present when you fled, therefore, she

would have knowledge of your whereabouts,” the Sacred

Witch explained.

“That is absurd!” said Jake. “Forgive me, Sacred Witch

but how would mother know about this Crystal?” “Jake is right. Zarina and I have not been in contact since

my coming to Earth. She doesn’t know where we live, or

where the Crystal is hidden,” said Marcaria.

“My speculation is that the High Witch doesn’t know

that,” said the Sacred Witch.

“It doesn’t make sense, why take her after all these

years?” Jake said in frustration.

“It’s because the Crystal has matured...I am correct, am I

not, Chrysies?” asked Marcaria.

“That is my conclusion as well,” the Sacred Witch said

quietly.

As Larissa watched the bizarre conversation between her mother, Jake, and the Sacred Witch, she tried to understand whom they were talking about. She was certain she had never heard the name, Zarina, before. Her mother never spoke about her.

“What is going on, Mum? Who is Zarina?” asked Larissa,

very confused.

Marcaria looked to her daughter. “She is the one who

helped us to escape...the day your father gave up his life for

us. She is Jake’s mother.”

“Larissa, I want to speak to you, about your task,” the

Sacred Witch intervened.

Larissa was watching the ceiling now; planets, shooting

stars, and the galaxy shimmered above their heads, artwork

that could only be created by magic.

“It is mesmerising, isn’t it?” the Sacred Witch said. Larissa nodded, unable to take her eyes away from the

illusion. Jake too, was in the same quandary.

“Chrysies, we need to talk about the abduction of

Chantelle, and the task,” Marcaria said.

“What task, Mum?” asked Larissa.

The Sacred Witch waved her hands in a crescent moon

shape. The space before them turned into a swirling mass of

moving stars, planets, and space dust before settling down,

and clearing to a live image of the Aurora Borealis. “The Northern Lights!” gasped Larissa.

“Correct, but do you see the holes?” asked Marcaria. “There are more of them,” Larissa stated. “What does it

mean?”

“Your task is to repair those holes,” said the Sacred

Witch. “It is necessary for the balance to return. With the

creation of these holes, the passageway has opened up wider,

this allows evil of every kind to enter Earth at will, putting all

of Earth’s inhabitants in grave danger. The Empire Witches

used this passage to their advantage. They came through,

found Chantelle, and took her as easily as a thief in the

night.”

The Sacred Witch looked directly at Larissa as she sat on a soft white, upholstered chair.

“You shall travel to Norway and find the Earth Spirits who guard the Aurora Borealis. The Northern Lights – as you call it – contain reflective lights that make passage from Earth to other planets possible and vice-versa. Over the years, the particles have dwindled because of the misuse of power. This is the cause of the holes. The Earth Spirits have watched this over a number of decades.”

“Earth Spirits? Who are they and why didn’t they stop it?” Larissa cried.

“They are the guardians of planet Earth. They hoped the misuse of power would stop. It was perhaps a silly presumption. When the Crystal connected with you, Larissa, activity in the Scandinavian skies went into a frenzy. The tourists thought it was nature’s light display, but the authorities were confused by this development.”

“What happened?” asked Marcaria.

“The creation of more holes, I’m afraid. The gap is getting wider. Marcaria, Larissa, have you seen the silver lining around the sun?”

“Yes,” said Larissa. “I thought it was strange.” “That is a short term repair solution of the Aurora Borealis,” said the Sacred Witch. “It is a shield, and visible to witches only, which I am thankful for. It can be seen from Earth, and is seen as an outline around the Sun. The shield is an ‘emergency barrier’ cast by the Sacred Witches of Zrotaz, but it is not effective. It is of great importance that the particles of the Aurora Borealis regenerate, thus closing the holes. The Earth Spirits will explain more to you once you reach their dwelling in Norway.”

“What do they look like?” These spirits intrigued Jake. “Can we see them? Are they like ghosts?”

The Sacred Witch smiled. “They are very quiet and invisible to those who are ignorant, or to those who are not searching for them. You will find them, as you will be looking for them.”

The Sacred Witch conjured up a filing cabinet filled with documents. Larissa couldn’t help but gasp again.

“An old trick, I can assure you,” the Sacred Witch said, smiling.

She took out a red file, and handed it to Marcaria. “The location of the Spirits is in here. Once there, you will need to search for it, as this is only an estimate. I assume you know how to proceed?”

“Thank you, Chrysies,” Marcaria said. “We shall be prepared.”

“In that case, I bid you all goodbye until we meet again, and good luck,” the Sacred Witch said. “Larissa, remember, the Crystal is a part of you now. It will be lost without you, and you will be lost without it. Go home, and open your heart to it. You will be surprised.”

Before Larissa could ask any further questions, she found herself on the beach, with her mother and Jake.

* *

“Why can’t we just walk out of a door like normal people? This magic is really disorientating,” grumbled Larissa.

Marcaria laughed, linking her arm with her daughters. “You will get used to it. I would say it is a speciality of hers. Let’s go home, I am hungry, and I’m sure you are too. Jake, you are welcome to join us.”

“Thank you, Marcaria, but Mike is expecting me. I thank you again, for letting me come to see the Sacred Witch.”

Marcaria went up to Jake and kissed his forehead.

“You are like a son to me, and I will do anything I can to help you rescue Zarina.”

Larissa’s stomach growled making Jake and Marcaria laugh.

“Goodbye Jake,” said Marcaria.

“Bye Jake,” said Larissa.

As Larissa walked home with her mother, she saw the silver lining around the sun. She sighed inwardly, and worried thoughts returned to the task ahead, and to Chantelle. She hoped she was alright.

* *

Whilst Marcaria made a pot of tea, Larissa took the Crystal out. She has stowed it in the box in the attic, after returning home from the witches meeting.

She now placed it on the table before her and closed her eyes, calling out to it.

“Welcome, Larissa,” the Crystal responded. “How can I be of help today?”

Larissa opened her eyes to find the Crystal animated, with different colours flowing through it.

“I think we...um...need to introduce ourselves.” Larissa felt silly talking to an object, but carried on regardless.

“Agreed. I will begin. I am the Crystal, and I am here to aid you in defeating the High Witch. I possess many powers that can destroy and create. In this moment in time, all I can say it that I am grateful to your father for rescuing me from the High Witch, who had me imprisoned for a very long time.”

“How do you mean?” asked Larissa.

“Before the witches of the west became evil with greed, Zrotaz was peaceful where everyone lived in harmony. The High Witch was a young girl, and she found me by chance. I was,” he said dryly, “her playmate.”

“How did my father free you?” asked Larissa.

“I am unable to reveal more at this time, dear Larissa, please forgive me. What I can tell you is that he was a lovely man, and I am glad to have met him. I can never forget the day your father sacrificed himself to protect both you and I.”

“Can you show me that day, please?” asked Larissa, her heartbeat picking up.

“As you wish.”

Images of that fateful day ran in Larissa’s head like a film. She saw her father murdered by the Empire Witches, and she and her mother fleeing to a ship for safety.

“My father died for me...” the fact suddenly hit her.

“Larissa, you are an Empire Witch – a good one has returned,” said the Crystal. “I will always serve you.”

Tears streamed down Larissa’s face, and she felt her mother’s hands rest on her shoulder. Larissa turned and hugged her.

“I miss Dad so much.”

“I miss him too, but you know, he is still with us,” Marcaria smiled sadly. “Come now, let’s have some tea.”

12

ZROTAZ

Zleus worked hard and practiced every day with Beskine. The witch was indeed strict and made sure Zleus did not slack at any point in his training. Beskine was not happy that he had to train Zleus, and to do so in a month was a bit ridiculous! This kind of training took years to perfect. However, it was the order of the Sacred Witch; he could not disobey.

Zleus was trained by Beskine to the highest level of defence and attack that was possible in the limited time given. It was the best any mediocre witch could hope for, and it was crucial Zleus understood the complexity of the spells. An attack from an Empire Witch, or creature would leave him dead.

A timetable was set, which meant Zleus had to practice morning, noon, and night. Although he grumbled, he was grateful as it distracted him from thinking of the dangerous and terrifying journey ahead. Nevertheless, he was determined to conquer the first obstacle to finding his mother.

“I will show you again,” Beskine said. “Look at that boulder, then close your eyes, and ‘see it.’ That is your target. Call the energy from within, chant the spell in your mind.”

Beskine was silent, but beads of sweat betrayed his exertion. He will never be able to do it, thought Zleus, with a slight smile. However, the next instant, the boulder exploded, sending stone shrapnel flying in all directions. Beskine put up a shield instantly, protecting them from the flying shards.

“That was magnificent!” exclaimed Zleus.

Beskine looked triumphant. “It all comes with good practice. Now, your turn.”

* *

Zleus, Charm, and the Council of Witches stood in a line with the Sacred Witch facing them.

“This is, as you know, a difficult and dangerous journey. I believe you all have prepared well? The Dead Sea is extremely ‘alive’ at this time of year, which is most unfortunate for us. We will travel on our broomsticks, and in the case of Zleus, Charm will aid in the flying.” The Sacred Witch turned to the unisus. “Please express my sincere gratitude to Abyliss for this service.”

“It is our pleasure,” said Charm.

“All safety measures have been practiced, and put into place. You and Zleus will be protected, should the need arise. Eve’s Drop is approximately three days and two nights away. Once we cross the Dead Sea, we will rest. Witches and unisus’, are you ready?”

“Yes!” everyone chorused.

Zleus climbed onto Charm’s back, and felt a cushion beneath his bum rather than the firm musculature one would expect from such a creature.

“It’s a long ride,” said Charm. “Hold on tight.”

Zleus was indeed nervous, and tightened his hold around Charm’s blue mane. He gulped as he looked at the sky.

“I hope you’re not scared of heights!”

“No, of course not.” Zleus tried to keep his tone light.

Charm laughed, and soared into the air, pushing Zleus back slightly. He tightened his hold, and prayed for dear life. He saw the witches on their magnificent broomsticks flying beside him.

Verna smiled sweetly with an encouraging nod, but Beskine smirked and zoomed ahead. The Sacred Witch took over the lead, and the flight began in earnest.

13

EARTH

Larissa stood by the window in her room, looking out. She was miles away, thinking of her frequent dreams, which she now understood. Her father died to protect her, the Crystal, and their home planet. Tears welled in her eyes, and she blinked them away. No more tears, she must be strong.

Her destiny was clear, she must fulfil the prophecy, to make her father proud, wherever he was, and not let his sacrifice be in vain. It was her duty, to not only rescue her best friend, but to defeat the evil High Witch, and avenge her father’s death!

She thought of Jake and his mother, who was imprisoned, and felt truly sorry for him. She thought of Chantelle, whom she knew must be at the end of her wits! And Chantelle being a witch! She never knew!

Larissa looked back at her bed, and saw the pile of clothes to be packed. She began to sort through it. She and her mother planned to leave for Norway in the next few days. This gave Marcaria time to tie up any loose ends of her life on Earth. Rita and Mike volunteered to travel to Norway with them, for which Marcaria was grateful. Jake told Marcaria he will travel back to Zrotaz with them – he needed to get back to his brother and rescue his mother!

Larissa just hoped she would be able to fix the Aurora Borealis, in order to travel to Zrotaz.

* *

In the lounge, Larissa, Marcaria, Rita, and Mike went over the plans once again. Their luggage was ready, sitting in one corner of the room. Marcaria looked at her watch. The flight to Norway was at seven p.m., check-in time two hours before. It was three p.m. now. They had plenty of time.

“Once we reach Norway, we will travel with you to the territory of the spirits,” said Rita. “After that, we don’t know what will happen but we will help if you need us.”

“Thank you so much, Rita,” said Marcaria. “To come with us, is a great thing in itself. We are grateful.”

“Well, we couldn’t let you two go alone,” Mike said in a grave tone. “Rita and I will be able to help if you fall into some difficulty. The journey to the Spirits is anything but easy. I have contacted a Scandinavian friend, who will meet us at the airport when we arrive. He knows the country very well.”

“That is very helpful, thanks Mike,” said Marcaria. “I have read the special document the Sacred Witch gave me; it’s good to be prepared.”

“Mum, what did the document say?” asked Larissa.

“It was quite complicated at first, and it took me a while to unlock the enchanted codes. It showed me the location of the Earth Spirits. It also told me a little about their history, and the prophecy in detail.”

“It sounds like a historical essay, can I read it?” asked Larissa.

“Perhaps later,” said Marcaria. “I have packed it away in my bag with the enchantments secured again. Larissa, have you packed the Crystal away safely in your backpack? It is important you don’t let it out of your sight.”

“Yes Mum,” Larissa confirmed.

To be on the safe side, she began to check her backpack, when they all turned their heads at the chime of the doorbell. Larissa dropped her backpack and went to answer the door.

“Jake!” she exclaimed. “It’s about time, we were wondering if you changed your mind!”

“Larissa, do you mind if I come in? It’s raining like cats and dogs outside – it’s a phrase you Earthlings use, right?” Larissa let him in, and then playfully punched him on his arm.

“I am not an Earthling,” she said. “I come from Zrotaz too.”

Jake laughed, and he and Larissa walked into the lounge.

“Oh, good, you have arrived. You have got your passport?” Mike asked.

‘All safe and sound,” said Jake.

There was a beep outside.

“That’s the taxi,” said Marcaria. “Well, this is the end then.”

“No Mum, it’s the beginning,” said Larissa.

14

The Scandinavian host met the group at the airport on arrival as Mike had arranged. Larissa had her suspicions straightaway that he was not human.

“Is he one of us?” Larissa asked Mike.

Mike confirmed. “Yes, he is.”

The host introduced himself as Eveliyah, and instructed

everyone to put on thick, woolly coats, and fur-lined snow boots.

“But we don’t have any,” said Larissa.

“Jake, if you can do the honours please,” said Mike.

Jake obediently pulled out a small bag from his case. He proceeded to pull out coats and boots, along with gloves, and scarves.

“How is that even possible?” Larissa exclaimed, and Jake gave her a pointed look.

“Oh, yes, we are witches,” she muttered.

“Be aware, Larissa. Norway is a chilly country,” Eveliyah said.

He wasn’t joking. A blast of freezing air hit everyone with force. Larissa nearly swore aloud.

“A b...b...bit...ch....ch...chi...ll...y!” she stuttered, as she tried to fight the bitter cold, and curled her arms into herself. She didn’t waste any time putting on her coat.

Once the winter clothes were on, warmth began to creep up from her toes, making its way to her heart, and finally enveloping her whole body. She couldn’t believe it! She saw the look of amazement on the faces of the others, except for Marcaria and Eveliyah.

With everyone in their winter clothes, Eveliyah began to lead them away from the airport entrance to a limousine.

“Wow, a limo!” Larissa said, and Jake rolled his eyes. “What? I have never been in one!”

The driver put the group’s luggage into the boot of the limousine, and everyone clambered in. The driver drove away swiftly. Eveliyah invited all to have some strong drinks, whilst Jake and Larissa had some fantastic hot chocolate.

No one spoke for a while, and took to watching the country as the driver drove through the traffic undeterred by the congestion. It began to snow lightly.

“Eveliyah, can you explain how we warmed up so quickly?” asked Larissa.

“Haven’t you guessed yet?” Jake laughed. “It’s magic, of course!”

“Quite right,” said Eveliyah. “You see, our magic can become weak in freezing temperatures, and it can eventually destroy it. Weak magic means we would be vulnerable to all kinds of threats, and dangers. The coats and boots you are wearing are charmed with a powerful spell. This will block the freeze from contaminating our blood, thus keeping the magic untouched.”

“Mum, did you cast the spell?” Larissa asked.

“I was part of it,” replied Marcaria. “This kind of spell can only be cast if there are three, highly skilled witches. Luckily, I had Mike and Rita.”

“That is amazing,” said Larissa.

“You are only young, but you will learn a lot as you get older. Some spells, you shall learn sooner than any from your age group would have learnt. These are hard times, and you will need the knowledge of how to cast highly dangerous and extremely difficult spells, to defeat the evil on Zrotaz,” Marcaria said grimly.

“It is not by accident that your mother gained her prestige on the Witches Council, Larissa,” said Rita.

“Mum, you never told me that!”

Suddenly, the limousine came to a halt, jolting everyone forward.

“What happened, Micah?” Eveliyah asked the driver.

“We will have to make a detour, sir.”

“Why?” asked Jake.

“It’s the blizzard,” said the driver.

Everyone looked out of the window once again.

Sure enough, the light snow that had been falling a few minutes ago had turned into a ferocious blizzard!

“Don’t worry, this is normal,” said the driver quickly. “We Scandinavians can get through anything!”

“I don’t think it is normal!” said Larissa, and she looked at her mother, who she could tell thought the same thing.

They heard a haunted, howling sound that sent a chill up Larissa’s spine. “What was that?”

“The blizzard is a mix of powerful forces it seems. The girl is right, this is not a normal blizzard. Eveliyah, I cannot see ahead, and the traffic seems to have stopped. What do you suggest we do?” the driver asked, panic etched on his face.

“Do you know of another route?” Marcaria asked.

“Mum, I’m scared,” said Larissa. “What is happening?” Just then, the limousine began to rock. Larissa and Rita screamed. The men held on to anything that was bolted to the vehicle for dear life!

“Mike, Rita, Eveliyah?” said Marcaria, looking directly at them.

“When you are ready,” said Mike.

“What are you going to do, Mum?” Larissa asked, very worried. She took hold of her mother’s hand tightly.

“Jake, Larissa, you must stay here. Do not – and I mean it, Larissa – do not get out of the car!” Marcaria’s expression was serious.

“Easier said than done,” Jake muttered “Considering the conditions.”

Larissa ignored him. “Okay Mum.”

“Good girl. Micah, if you encounter any trouble, I want you to take the children out of the car at once,” Marcaria instructed.

“Understood, Ma’am,” said the driver.

* *

Marcaria, Rita, Mike, and Eveliyah began to fight their way through the blizzard as soon as they exited the limousine. They felt no chill; the heat spell was still intact.

“How do we stop them?” Rita shouted over the howling wind.

“We need to send a curse into the clouds!” Eveliyah shouted back.

“But how did the Empire Witches find us?” Rita asked, squinting as snow particles hit her eyes.

“I have no idea!” Marcaria shouted. “Gather around, we need to form a circle!”

The group of four collected away from the traffic, and found some privacy under a large tree, where they were sheltered from some of the falling snow. They joined hands and closed their eyes, allowing their minds to connect to one another. It took only a few seconds.

“We must aim the spell directly into the clouds, it should diffuse the pace of the snow activity, and hopefully before the Empire Witches realise. We will only have minutes to get back to the car, and out of this traffic,” Marcaria addressed everyone. “Rita, you take the lead, and we will follow.”

Rita began to visualize the spell in her head in the form of a small, round, white dot. Suddenly it appeared in the air, glowing, next to her. The others concentrated all of their energy on the dot, and it began to lengthen. Blue and white light fizzled, which ran from their minds out to their fingertips.

“Now!” ordered Rita.

Everyone moved from under the tree into the open, and thrust their joined hands into the air. The light shot into the clouds like a beam, instantly diffusing the snow to a trickle, which then stopped completely. The air was clear, and the wind, just a sharp breeze. The silence was wondrous for a second, then the built up traffic began to move, the engines roaring back into life. Marcaria and the others wasted no time getting back to their own transport.

“Take the route through the country roads, Micah,” instructed Eveliyah. “If the Empire Witches strike again, at least it will be away from humans.”

“The Empire Witches!” exclaimed Jake and Larissa together.

“Yes,” said Marcaria. “Weather disturbance is their trademark, after all.”

The driver swerved out of the traffic, and turned into a narrow road, heading out of the city, and finally on to a country road. Larissa couldn’t see the landscape, as everything was pitch black.

“Exactly where are we going?” Larissa asked.

“Micah can only take us so far,” said Eveliyah. He looked at Marcaria as to gain permission to disclose more; she gave her consent by a slight nod of her head.

“Your mother informed me of your need to visit the Earth Spirits,” he said. “I have lived in this part of Norway for a hundred and ten years. I have known hostility amongst the magical folk, and the Spirits, who do not like to be disturbed.” Eveliyah stopped to contemplate something. He looked at Larissa.

“Your mother explained to me the reason why there are holes in the Aurora Borealis, and what your task is, set by the Sacred Witch. I admire such bravery, to take on this task, especially for someone so young.

“Larissa, all I can say is to tread carefully around the Spirits. Don’t ask too many questions, and let them lead the conversation.. They do not like anyone to delve into their business.”

Larissa gulped; she didn’t like the sound of the Spirits, and was not really looking forward to meeting them. She would rather meet the High Witch, she thought.

“What is their territory like?” Jake asked.

“Their territory houses creatures, evil and good. They stop travellers, but what they do, I do not know,” Eveliyah said mysteriously.

* *

Larissa stood facing a stretch of road, covered with fresh snow. Marcaria and Jake stood on the right side of her with Rita and Mike, on the left. Eveliyah stood before them.

“This road will lead you to the Spirits, but it will not be an easy journey,” he pointed out.

“Journey? What do you mean?” asked Larissa.

Marcaria answered. “The Spirits reside high in the mountains, above the clouds. The journey to reach them will take five days and nights on foot, and as Eveliyah has said, it could be dangerous. We will need to keep together, but we will also protect you if something happens.”

Larissa stood bewildered and stared at the road that snaked around a series of towering mountains. They loomed against the ever-darkening sky as snow crystals glittered on the peaks.

“Our first stop will be at Mount Shard. That is the first mountain, where we will be able to rest,” said Eveliyah.

“What about our luggage?” asked Larissa.

Jake laughed. “The only thing we will be taking with us will be weapons of defence if our magic fails us, food and drink rations. This is not a holiday!”

He unzipped the bags and handed everyone a backpack, which were already full with supplies. Larissa was surprised to find her bag very light, as if nothing was inside.

“Magic dust,” whispered Jake in her ear, and he set off walking, a way behind the others.

Larissa ran to catch up with him. “I don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what?” asked Jake.

“When did you arrange all this?”

Jake smiled sheepishly. “Mike and I arranged it a few days before we were set to leave,” he said.

“Oh,” said Larissa. “Why wasn’t I told?”

“We didn’t want you to get overwhelmed by the whole witch responsibility thing.”

Larissa couldn’t pretend she wasn’t angry. Why did they all treat her like a child? Jake wasn’t an adult either, she thought.

“Um, Jake, how old are you?” she asked.

“Seventeen, why do you ask?”

“Just making sure you’re not a hundred or so. It’s very difficult to know for certain, when everyone looks so young!” said Larissa.

Jake’s laugh echoed around them, which made everyone stop in their tracks. In the next second, Larissa thought she heard howling.

“Was that...wolves?” Larissa’s voice went into a whisper.

“Wolves? Not quite,” said Eveliyah grimly.

They heard the howls again and they seemed to be getting nearer.

“Let’s get going,” Eveliyah said urgently. He began to jog, and soon was sprinting. “We must get enough space between us and them.”

The rest followed his lead. As they rounded a corner, they heard growls, and snapping of teeth. It sent vicious shivers down Larissa’s spine. Soon, she was out of breath, and couldn’t go on. Jake stopped when he realised she was no longer running beside him, and saw her bent over. He ran back, and clamped his hand on her wrist.

“Do you have a death wish or something?” he said harshly.

“Jake, I can’t run anymore,” Larissa complained. She began to gasp for breath.

Jake looked ahead, and saw that the others had stopped too. Mike came back to them.

“What’s wrong?” he said.

“She can’t run. Here.” Jake threw his backpack at his friend, and was about to put Larissa onto his back when he noticed she was deathly pale.

“Larissa? Are you alright?” he asked, worriedly. When no answer came, he began to panic. “Mike, call Marcaria back, I don’t like this. There is something wrong with Larissa.”

However, Mike didn’t have to do that, as Marcaria was beside her daughter already.

“She is asthmatic,” said Marcaria. “Rita, quickly get her blue inhaler from my inner coat pocket.”

Jake took off his coat, and laid it down.

“Jake, no!” said Marcaria.

“She needs it more than I,” said Jake, and he made Larissa lie down on it. Marcaria handed her daughter her inhaler.

Slowly, Larissa regained her breath, and everyone relaxed.

“It’s my fault; I should have remembered to give her the breath potion!” Marcaria was beside herself, her guilt not helping. “I am so negligent. Please forgive your old Mum, Larissa!”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” said Rita gently. “Forgetfulness is a human trait, and when we spend so much time with them, we are bound to pick up some of those habits. Look, Larissa is alright now.”

Larissa did indeed look better, “Oh Mum,” she said, and hugged her. Suddenly, she screamed.

Everyone turned around to see what had frightened her, and their hearts skipped a beat. Surrounding them, were a pack of wolves, who then began to change shape. They transformed into men, who still had the wolfish faces.

“Werewolves!” Marcaria gasped.

One of them came forward, baring his teeth.

“We have many names,” one growled. “We transform at will. So, the prophecy has come true!” he eyed Larissa with his yellow eyes, and stepped towards her.

“You stay away from my daughter!” screeched Marcaria.

“Well, well, well...if it isn’t Councillor Marcaria. It’s been a long time,” said another werewolf. He stepped forward.

“Who are you?” Marcaria dared to ask.

“Oh, don’t you recognise me?”

“I’m sure I don’t,” said Marcaria.

“I was a witch once; I used to work for your husband on Zrotaz. Of course, then I was just a mere apprentice...do you remember now?” the werewolf laughed, as recognition dawned on Marcaria’s face.

“Ripaz!” she gasped. “But...you were such a good witch. What...why?”

“Never mind all that,” interjected Mike, quite viciously. “What do you want from us?”

“We heard you were heading into Spirit territory,” said Ripaz.

“You heard right,” said Jake in a clipped tone.

“And your daughter is the one to defeat the High Witch?” Ripaz looked to Marcaria. She nodded in confirmation.

“What is it you want, werewolf? What is your motive?” Mike’s eyes narrowed, he did not trust this creature.

“We want in; we want to enter the Spirit territory. We have...things to finish off,” Ripaz said with a menacing look that made his features look even more grotesque.

“We do not believe that, werewolf. Your lot have always been a pack of liars, mind the pun!” Mike smirked. “Now, whatever you want to finish, is none of our concern. We need to reach the Spirits quickly, so please, kindly get out of our way!”

Larissa looked from witch to creature, both of them heaving with hatred. She moved closer to her mother. Why did Mike have such a loathing of this creature, Ripaz, and what was the story behind her mother and him, she wondered...

“No, we will accompany you,” Ripaz broke Larissa away from her thoughts. “If you do not adhere to our ‘request’, then we shall have to...let’s just say that young Larissa will no longer stay a witch...” Ripaz bared his dagger like fangs.

Larissa shivered at the thought of his canines tearing into her skin.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Marcaria’s voice broke.

Jake, Mike, Rita, and Eveliyah formed a barrier, blocking Larissa from the werewolf’s line of vision. Ripaz laughed however, as more werewolves joined him.

“None of you will survive an attack from us,” he warned.

“And neither will any of you werewolves survive an attack from us!” came a deep voice from above.

Larissa gasped, as she saw four armoured unisus’ circling them. The werewolves looked up and howled. Larissa saw fear in their eyes. Changing back into their four-legged form, they scampered off into the woods. Larissa and everyone else were stunned. Why did the werewolves run?

The unisus’ descended, and bowed to Marcaria, then to Larissa.

“Our greetings, Councillor Marcaria, and Larissa, The One,” said a fair unisus, with a sphere shape on the base of his nose. “I am Myeth, from the Unisus Council. The Sacred Witch sent us here, for your protection.” The mystic creature looked at Jake. “My greetings to you, Xyth, son of Councillor Zarina.”

“Hello Myeth, it’s good to see you,” said Jake. “How did you find us?”

“We found you by sheer luck,” said a female unisus. “I am Cyle. The Sacred Witch told us of your plans, and felt you would need protection. It wasn’t easy locating you with the little show the Empire Witches put on with the blizzard!”

“Yes, and I must applaud you on your quick thinking,” said Myeth. “It was a clever way to diffuse the problem.”

Larissa stepped forward. “I have never met a unisus before...can I?” she asked Cyle.

“Go ahead,” smiled Cyle, whilst Myeth harrumphed.

“We are not mere animals,” he muttered.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter,” Cyle said. “And I can’t refuse The One, can I?”

Larissa touched Cyle’s beautiful, silver mane and caressed her face. She heard some stamping, and her eyes locked on the third unisus.

“That is Quin, a new recruit. Quin and I are recruits of the Royal Air Battalion, trained to fight and protect,” Cyle said proudly.

“Hello Quin,” Larissa said shyly. Quin nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“Myeth, how is Zleus?” Jake asked.

“Your brother is fine. He is on his way to meet the Sacred Witches of the north and south,” the unisus replied. He directed his next words towards the group. “It is time we make progress. There aren’t enough of us to allow you to ride our backs, I’m afraid.”

“We can walk,” said Marcaria, “But please take Larissa. She is unwell.”

“She can ride on me,” offered Cyle.

Jake lifted Larissa onto the unisus’ back, where she settled down. Larissa watched Jake put his coat back on. Soon, the now larger group, once again headed towards Mount Shard.

15

Marcaria was grateful for the protection the Sacred Witch had sent. She shuddered just thinking what could have happened if the unisus’ had not arrived in time to save them. Like the others, she wondered why the werewolves had fled for their lives. She looked towards the mountains; it seemed this journey was going to be anything but easy.

The walk towards the mountain became treacherous as they went deeper into the region. Icy winds blasted around them, trying to seep into the core of their hearts. The slow snow flurries soon whipped into a frenzy as the winds joined forces, causing poor visibility. Mike cast a wrap spell around them, which kept the snow at bay. They carried on walking as the road twisted into an upward climb.

“This path will take us to Mount Shard,” said Eveliyah. “There is a lodge where we can stop to rest and eat.”

Larissa was sitting up now as her strength had returned. Her mother, who was walking beside Cyle, squeezed her hand.

“How are you feeling Larissa?” she asked.

“Much better, Mum, but I feel so tired.” Larissa yawned. “Eveliyah, when will we reach the lodge?” asked

Marcaria.

“It will take around four to five hours to hike there,” he

replied. “Will you be able to carry on?”

“Can’t we just fly?” Jake asked. “We are witches, after

all.”

“We don’t have broomsticks, Jake,” said Rita. “Why do we need broomsticks? Can’t you conjure up an

aviation spell? It will get us quicker to the lodge at least,”

Jake pointed out.

“He’s right,” Mike took his side.

“No.” Marcaria shook her head. “Flying in these

conditions will be treacherous.”

“I agree,” said Rita. “We already have two charms active;

adding another in such conditions will weaken the other two

and that will cause more problems.”

“We need to find a temporary shelter to rest, Eveliyah,

otherwise none of us will make it to the lodge,” Marcaria

advised.

“There are caves, but they could be inhabited by the

White Bears, or Wolverines,” said Eveliyah. “I’m sorry, I’m

not being very helpful, am I?”

“No, you’re not,” said Jake.

“Jake!” said Larissa, a little too harshly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean...”

“Never mind,” Cyle said. “I have an idea...why don’t we

fly you?”

The rest of the group stopped and looked at the unisus

in bewilderment.

“No, we can’t,” Myeth said gruffly. “There are only three

of us!”

“But we can get there faster, Myeth, and we can take two

each,” Cyle insisted.

“She is correct,” said Quin. “We have been trained

specifically for the protection of magical creatures and

witches. It is our duty.”

Myeth looked from one hopeful witch to another. “Very well,” he sighed and Cyle beamed.

“Er...there is one problem,” Jake said. He looked

embarrassed.

“I’m afraid of heights and I have a low, actually, zero Gforce tolerance.”

Larissa couldn’t contain herself and laughed so loud that

her voice echoed around them. Marcaria scolded her

daughter and she stopped, although the laughter was still

apparent in her eyes.

“Sorry,” she said, sheepishly.

“Jake, do not worry. We can put a spell on you to fall

asleep. You won’t know anything and it’s not harmful at all,”

Mike said.

“What sp-” Jake began to speak, when, to Larissa’s

astonishment, Jake’s head dropped to his chest and he began

to snore.

“Well, let’s not waste time; let’s get on the unisus!” Mike

rubbed his palms, chuckling to himself. Larissa let out a little

giggle.

Soon, they were all sitting on the unisus’ backs. Mike and

the sleeping Jake on Quin, Larissa, and Marcaria on Cyle,

and Eveliyah and Rita on Myeth –who sported a scowl on

his face.

The unisus’ soared into the cool, crisp air, rising high out

of the snowstorm and above the clouds.

Larissa’s breath left her in absolute astonishment as

green, blue, and purple lights danced above them; it was the

most beautiful sight she had seen. Each ribbon twisted and

straightened in and out of the other, creating a mystical

performance.

“Is this...?” asked Larissa.

“Yes, the Aurora Borealis, known to some as the

Northern Lights,” said Cyle. “I’ll show you something.” She

climbed a little further up. “Look closer,” she said. Both Marcaria and Larissa looked, and together they

gasped. There were the holes, the ones she saw at the

Witches’ meeting. Only these were bigger and many more

than what she saw last time, she was sure of it. The holes

gaped like craters, and she could see right through them.

Through one of them, Larissa saw a faraway planet. It shone

bright red, and then it disappeared out of sight as dust the

colour of red wine, blocked her view. Marcaria was

dumbfounded too.

“I can’t believe it,” she said.

“Mum?”

“Yes darling?” asked Marcaria.

“With the holes this big, anything can pass through,

right?” Larissa asked.

“That’s what we are afraid of,” said Marcaria. “Those

holes need to be repaired, and soon.”

As Cyle dropped back down to the others, Larissa

looked at Jake and wondered how he had come to Earth. He

must have used one of those holes. Then another thing

struck her. How did he come here, if he was afraid to fly?

* *

With the wrap spell and the charmed winter gear, Larissa and the others were safe and warm in the freezing night sky. Out of habit, Larissa looked at her watch. It was eight in the morning! Why then, was it still so dark?

“Why is it still like night time?” she asked her mother. “In the winter months, there is no sun. Therefore, there is no light. Darkness surrounds Norway and the north for most of the winter season,” explained her mother.

“I would hate to live here.” Larissa yawned. “I’d miss the sun.” Her eyes drooped. Soon she was slumped against her mother and fast asleep.

Marcaria put her arms around Larissa protectively.

“How long have we been flying?” Marcaria asked Cyle after a while.

“It has been nearly three hours,” the unisus replied.

“Don’t you get tired?”

“We can fly long distances for a period of time but we do need rest, like most creatures.” There was a hint of a smile in those words.

Suddenly, Eveliyah shouted and pointed to a speck on a white-capped tip on the mountain. “I see the lodge!”

* *

The lodge was cosy; the fireplace was burning bright, sending warmth to all corners of the room. Larissa was still out, and Marcaria left her dosing in an armchair. Mike put Jake who was still knocked out from the spell, onto a fur rug.

That spell must have been quite a powerful one, Marcaria thought, smiling. She sipped her welcoming mug of tea and turned to the window.

The light from the moon made everything look charming, and she stared at the soft falling snow for a while. Eventually, she turned back to the room. Mike was talking in low tones with Eveliyah. Marcaria was sure she heard the words ‘football’ and ‘game’ in the same sentence. Typical men!

Rita came up to her with her mug of tea.

“Where are Myeth, Cyle, and Quin?” Marcaria asked. “They found an empty cave not far from here.” Rita

shivered. “It must be freezing in there.”

“On Zrotaz, the unisus live high on the mountains in

caves and benefit from the clean air. It’s their natural

habitat,” Marcaria said. “I have a friend on Zrotaz, an old

and wise unisus. His name is Abyliss. I do miss him greatly

sometimes; I wonder where he is now.”

“What’s Zrotaz like, Marcaria? You have never really

spoken about it,” said Rita. “I don’t remember it much; we

came to Earth when I was very young.”

Marcaria looked at her friend. It was so easy to forget

that Rita was not much older than Larissa, just a six-year

difference between them. That would make Rita twenty-six. Rita had come to Earth when she was very young, at the

age of only three years old. Her parents fled to Earth after

the Empire Witches destroyed their house but not long

before they were cursed. It killed them eventually. Rita grew

up with foster parents who were witches. They had been

friends with her parents, and loved her like their own

daughter.

“Zrotaz is one of the most beautiful and wonderful

places in the Universe. In some aspects, it is similar to Earth,

but there are many differences. For one, there are two

moons and the sky is purple at the end of the day. Where we

lived, it was my private haven. I loved my small garden

where we grew our vegetables and nurtured our flowers to

help growth,” said Marcaria with pride.

“Are the flowers and vegetables very different to the

ones here, on Earth?” Rita quizzed.

“Yes, very much so. The vegetables are somewhat oddly

shaped but provide the nutrients that one needs on such a

planet as Zrotaz. A potato or a strawberry would be

poisonous on Zrotaz, as it would exude fumes that could not

be tolerated.

“The flowers grow much taller on Zrotaz and give out

the most beautiful aroma too. One of my favourites is White

Velvet. Its colour is silver, and milk is extracted from the

flower. It is widely used in cooking and healing.”

“I would like to see it one day,” Rita said. She had a

faraway, dreamy look on her face.

Both women were quiet for a moment, and then the

silence was shattered when an ear-splitting scream pierced

the sky.

“What was that?” Marcaria exclaimed.

Rita shrugged and Marcaria turned to the others. “Did you hear that?” she asked everyone in the room. Mike and Eveliyah were already on their feet. The need

to investigate passed among them. They put on their winter

outfits at once.

“Mike, I would feel better if you stayed with Jake and

Larissa. Please?” Marcaria asked.

Disappointment etched Mike’s face, but after looking at

the sleeping teenagers, he agreed.

“Thank you so much,” said Marcaria.

“Go on then but I want to know what is happening.

Keep me informed,” Mike said.

Marcaria, Rita, and Eveliyah wasted no more time when

they heard another scream.

16

When Larissa woke up, she was alone in the room apart from Mike, who was snoring and cradling an empty bottle. She wondered where did he got it from...she stood up and stretched, looking towards the fireplace.

The fire was burning low, so Larissa added a few more logs. The flames jumped back to life. Larissa warmed her hands, enjoying the heat. She looked around, hoping for some water. Her throat was parched. She wandered around the lodge; there must be a small kitchen somewhere.

“Try the second door on the left,” said a voice. Larissa turned around in surprise.

“Who said that?” her voice was shaky.

“It is I, the Crystal,” it said.

“What? Where are you?” Larissa tried to find the ‘voice.’

She looked at Mike, who hadn’t moved a bit.

“Only you can hear me, Larissa, but others can also, if

you want them to. Look in your backpack.”

Larissa found her backpack lying against a wall, nestled

among Jake and Mike’s. She pulled it forward, opened it, and

found the Crystal, It was securely resting deep within her

clothes. Her touch caused it to glow a pale yellow. “Thank you,” said the Crystal, glowing a deeper shade. “I don’t remember packing you in this bag,” Larissa said.

“How did you get here?”

“Your mother had the hindsight to do it. Oh, I don’t

blame you, you are still so young and naïve in many

ways…but you must remember that we are part of a team.

You will not survive this task alone. You need me,” the

Crystal said.

“I’m…sorry,” she said.

“There is no need to apologise,” said the Crystal. “I am

here to help, and guide you. Now, you were thirsty?” “Yes.” Larissa began to feel the dryness of her throat

even more, and she went to fetch a glass of water. She came back, much relieved, and with more questions

on her mind that she wanted answers to. The Crystal seemed

to know many things. However, when she reached it, it

seemed to be asleep. She held it between her hands, and

turned it, willing it to wake up. However, she felt no warmth,

and no magic. That’s odd, she thought, perhaps the Crystal

only operates for a few minutes at a time, or when there is a

need...

Larissa would have to wait to ask the Crystal that the

next time it awoke.

* *

The snow was falling steadily. Larissa thought she heard a howl and shivered. Where was her mother and the rest of the group? With nothing to do, Larissa decided to go outside. She stepped into the cold air, and lifted her face to the snow. She laughed as the flakes dropped on her nose and melted. Larissa decided to lie on the snow and, spreading her arms outward, she twirled slowly in a circle, enjoying the sensation.

“What do you think you are doing?” Jake’s angry face loomed in front of Larissa’s, a mask of pure fury. He picked her up and practically threw her back inside the lodge.

“Jake!” Larissa shouted. “How dare you!”

However, Jake didn’t back down. Anger seemed to be radiating through him.

“Are you alright?” Larissa asked cautiously.

“Larissa, how could you do something so stupid? The cold could have contaminated your magic. Have you forgotten what Eveliyah said?”

Larissa had forgotten, and she felt very irresponsible, not to mention stupid, as Jake said.

“I...didn’t think, I’m sorry,” she said.

She looked at Jake and could tell that something else was bothering him.

“It’s not just that, that you are angry about is it? You can talk to me, you know,” she said softly. “Jake, is it your mother?”

Jake’s face crumpled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out at you...Larissa, I am very worried. I feel frustrated not being able to help mother, especially when she needs it most. My brother, Zleus, is on Zrotaz. I have been trying to make contact with him, but all I get is a block, like something or someone is trying to stop me...”

Larissa could feel Jake’s despair, and truly felt sorry for him. If something happened to her mother...she couldn’t bear to think about it.

“I’m sorry, Jake. I wish there was something I could do.”

Jake’s face cleared. “Could you ask the Crystal to help? I noticed you talking to it earlier on.” Jake looked hopeful. Larissa doubted it very much, she sighed.

“I guess we can have a go.”

* *

Larissa took out the Crystal once again from her backpack, and placed it in front of her. She closed her eyes, and concentrated her flow of energy to its core. This time, she felt warmth, which became hotter and hotter. Then, it cooled rapidly.

“Hello, Larissa,” the Crystal spoke. “I see we have a visitor in our midst. How may I be of help?”

Larissa was startled, for had they not spoken just a few minutes ago? Its tone had certainly changed.

“Er...this is Jake. We need help in regards to obtaining information about Jake’s mother, and his brother, Zleus,” said Larissa. “Can you tell us where they are now?”

The Crystal was silent, like it was thinking. It spoke,

“They are in grave danger. Zarina is locked away, somewhere dark. I cannot locate her exact position. Zleus is on his way to Eve’s Drop.”

“What is Eve’s Drop?” Larissa asked.

“I have heard of it,” said Jake. “It is a place deep in the Evelyn Mountains, known greatly for its deep ravines, and burning springs. Eve’s Drop is a circular stone situated in the hidden mountain, and is not easy to find, unless you have a code.”

“Do you know the code, Jake?” Larissa was surprised.

“No, only the Sacred Witches have access,” he replied.

“What about the High Witch? Does she know about Eve’s Drop?”

Jake didn’t answer, but shrugged his shoulders. Larissa redirected the question to the Crystal. It remained silent, hesitant to give more information.

“Please, we have to know,” said Jake.

“The High Witch indeed has heard of it, I believe. However, I cannot be certain that she has knowledge of it. The Fathers of all the Sacred Witches created Eve’s Drop by magic. However, today is not the time to tell you of its history. All I do know, Jake and Larissa, is that you both need to travel to Zrotaz quickly, but you can only do that once the Aurora Borealis is repaired, for the safety of the humans and Planet Earth.”

“Crystal, can you tell me if my mother is unharmed and safe?” Jake asked.

“She is alive, if that is what you mean. Whether she is unharmed, I cannot tell. Blessings and stay safe.” The Crystal went to sleep.

“What did he mean?” Jake asked anxiously.

“I really don’t know.” Larissa was equally bewildered.

* *

Jake and Larissa settled down in front of the fire, each to their own thoughts. Larissa was very interested in the place called Eve’s Drop, and especially its history. She looked towards Jake, who was lost in deep concentration. She could only guess what was going through his mind. She turned her attention to Mike; he was surprisingly still out cold.

“Hey! Mike!” she called.

“Do you think he’s dead?” Jake took the empty bottle from his hand, and tipped the last remnants onto the floor.

“That’s not funny, Jake.”

Larissa was concerned, where was everyone? She decided to contact her mother.

“Mum, where are you?” she tale-communicated.

The reply came a short while later; and it was faint.

“Larissa...is that you, Darling? Listen to me, you must stay where you are.” The voice became static, like a weak radio signal, but then it became loud again.

Larissa heard the word ‘danger’ before communication died down completely.

“Mum? Mum! Can you hear me?” Larissa shouted in her head.

However, there was only static.

“Larissa, what’s wrong?” Jake asked.

“Please, help me wake Mike,” Larissa cried. “Mum and the rest are in danger...!”

17

ZROTAZ

Zleus, the unisus-Charm, and the witches had been flying for two days, and took small breaks in between. They varied their resting places; sometimes on moors, briefly in caves, and in the woods. They endured weather that consisted of a mix of ferocious winds, warm but dangerous flying dust, and icy sheets of rain.

Zleus was amazed at the intensity of the counter-spells used to beat the the weather fronts, although the power from them wasn't always effective.

It was a warm morning, with the orange sun just rising. The group had found an island that appeared perfect for resting. The gentle, warm, pink sea lapped at Zleus’s naked feet as he ate a fruit that wasn’t anything like he had ever seen or tasted before. The fruit was round. It had a white and blue, striped skin that looked amazing! It was easy to get into and very delicious too.

“That is the Qye fruit,” said Verna, the witch councillor, who came to sit next to him.

“How do you know?” Zleus asked.

“I have eaten it,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Zleus took another bite out of the fruit. The tangy, sweet juice trickled down his throat, at which point fiery flames exploded inside his mouth. Zleus spat it out immediately! Verna laughed.

“What was that!” he shouted, standing up.

“I’m sorry,” Verna was still laughing. “I forgot to mention that!” She held out her hand, and a vial appeared, with blue liquid inside.

“Here, drink this,” she said. “It will soothe your tongue and throat.”

Zleus looked at it suspiciously.

“Trust me, it is safe,” said Verna.

Zleus took the vial and drank the liquid. A multitude of flavours burst inside his mouth, which sizzled, cooling him down instantly.

“Can I have more?” he asked.

“You can’t have too much of a good thing,” Verna winked.

Charm came up to them. “It is so beautiful here; I have never been to this part of Zrotaz.”

“Many haven’t ventured here...it is not very safe,” said Verna. It seemed that her mind was miles away, and Zleus’s curiosity ignited. He was going to ask her what she was thinking about, but the Sacred Witch interrupted.

“Can everybody gather around, please,” she called.

The group assembled, and the Sacred Witch looked from the witches, to Zleus, and finally to Charm.

“What I am going to say, concerns Zleus,” she began. “I have news, whether this is good or not, I cannot say. Abyliss, the unisus council leader, has been in contact with me. He has been able to send Myeth and two of his bravest soldiers to Earth, for the protection of Larissa, and for those travelling with her.”

The Sacred Witch looked directly at Zleus.

“Xyth is among the group, Zleus.”

“My brother is with them?” Zleus was taken aback.

“Indeed,” replied the Sacred Witch. “He was sent to Earth to protect Larissa, and the Crystal, as you are aware. Now, let me get to the matter in hand. I have been given information about the Aurora Borealis, and I am saddened to tell you that the holes have widened further. This is extremely distressing news.”

The Sacred Witch filled in the details of Larissa’s quest to repair the holes, a necessity to regain safety for the people of Earth, the citizens of Zrotaz, and other neighbouring planets. She talked about the Earth Spirits and of the dangers prior to meeting them. However, she didn’t mention Chantelle’s abduction for the same reason she told Larissa, back on Earth.

“Larissa will return to Zrotaz with the Crystal. It is her destiny to fulfil the prophecy and destroy the High Witch. You all have knowledge of this already. But now, it is up to us, to help Larissa to reach the Aurora Borealis.”

“And how do we do that?” asked Beskine brusquely.

“That can only be assessed once we meet with the other Sacred Witches,” replied the Sacred Witch patiently. “Our time has been reduced; therefore we must find a quicker route to Eve’s Drop.”

Everyone set out to work on another possible route. For Zleus, it meant paying extra close attention to the details, especially of any dangers that may spring up. The Sacred Witch said a few words, just enough for the group to hear, and the ground beneath them trembled. A large crack appeared, and everyone stepped back.

A miniature model of mountains, islands, and the sea erupted upwards, stopping at a good height. Labels hovered above the landscapes. One caught Zleus’s eye: the Dead Sea. A holographic line showed the new route.

The Sacred Witch sighed.

“I was hoping to avoid the Dead Sea,” she said. “But it seems this is the only quick way. It will get us there seven days earlier.”

“But isn’t the Dead Sea supposed to be really dangerous?” Zleus really didn’t like the idea at all of crossing that treacherous sea.

Charm nodded. “Anyone unfortunate to fall in, well, let’s just say, they need to pray to the Gods.”

Jake gulped. The Sacred Witch whispered another spell, and the model began to crumble, turning into dust in a matter of seconds.

“Alright, we all know the new route now. I suggest we eat and drink up, and make our way to Forex Krell, our next stop,” the Sacred Witch said. “Any questions?”

She looked at everyone. No one responded.

“Very good,” she concluded.

Everyone became busy again. Once they all were rested, and had satisfied their hunger, the group flew back to the sky.

Zleus looked back down at the island, and already regretted leaving it. He had enjoyed himself for a while...then he thought of his mother, and cursed himself for being so selfish.

* * The group were flying over a meandering river that crashed between huge rocky cliffs when Charm spotted something down below.

“Mermaids!” she said incredously. “I thought they all died out!”

“So did I!” said Zleus. “Look, they seem to be following us.”

The mermaids splashed in and out of the pink river, racing with one another. Then, one looked up. Zleus was sure her eyes rested on his for a second, he gasped.

“What?” asked Charm.

“One looked at me,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Charm asked. Her voice betrayed the darkness of her tone.

“Yes, why?”

“I have heard things,” began Charm. “They are dangerous creatures; their minds are not to be trusted.”

Zleus watched the mermaids as they spectacularly danced in the water. The sun reflected their beautiful scaly tails that shimmered in different shades of silver, blue, red, and gold. He had to admit they were beautiful.

Charm flew higher, obscuring the view below. Zleus could remember his mother reading stories of mermaids to him when he was a small child; the mermaids were always good. They were always friendly. Were they just stories and myths?

Just then, the blue sky turned grey. Black fog and cold mist surrounded them. A strange sound clattered in his ears, and Zleus tried to block it. He remembered a counter-spell that his mother had once taught him, to ward off evil. Would it work?

“Cold of the night and day, let the cries crush vanish. Hold tight the light!” Zleus waved his arms above his hands, “Pruxlemeli!” he shouted.

The fog and mist cleared, but then came back in the next second. Zleus heard a screeching noise. His ears were pierced by a scream.

“Look out!” someone shouted.

Charm swerved upwards, trying to fly out of the darkness, but it held. They couldn’t see anything.

“Charm!” Zleus shouted. He blinked, and his eyes watered. His throat began to constrict, he couldn’t breathe.

Then, he and Charm fell.

18

Zleus surfaced from the frothy sea, gulping for air. His eyes stung as he searched for the others but he couldn’t see anything. He had never been a strong swimmer but thankfully, the sea seemed to be carrying him, instead of trying to drown him.

Huge waves bounced him this way and that, each swell taking him high and giving him the opportunity to see everywhere, but only for a few seconds before the wave collapsed and pulled him under.

Zleus tried to summon a spell to help him stay conscious and breathe under the sea, but it was proving too difficult.

“Charm!” he called, but only a faint voice appeared.

There was no sign of her, or anyone. Just then, another wave hit him and took him under one more time, he struggled to fight the sea’s mighty power but he lost consciousness.

* *

Zleus found himself tied to a tree, the trunk’s skin cold and smooth, unlike the rough and thick surfaces he was used to. He twisted hard, trying to free himself, but the thick ropes held him tight. Around him, stood similar trees with huts dotted here and there. It looked like he was in a small village.

“Hello, is anyone there?” he shouted. However, this activity made him cough, stinging his throat.

What was this place? Why weren’t there any people around? Moreover, who had tied him up? Zleus tried to call out again, and ended up coughing again. The sun was high in the sky; it must be noon. He thought back to the last time he was conscious, wasn’t he going to drown? Moreover, how did he get here? He yawned. His eyes began to feel heavy, and soon he fell asleep.

He was barely conscious when water splashed on his face. He came to, startled by the moist droplets.

“Hello, Zleus,” said a pretty creature.

Zleus stared. What? Another mythical creature?

“How do you know my name?” he asked wearily. The creature laughed, “The stars told us,” she said. “Are you real?” Zleus wasn’t so sure.

“Of course, are you?” the creature asked.

Zleus couldn’t help but gaze at the centaur. Her flank was shiny, red, and orange. Her long tail swished back and forth. He noticed she wore a brown tunic that covered her torso and chest. She had long golden hair that spiralled around her striking face down to her waist. She was a beauty to behold.

“I am Sanfa, the second in command on Forex Krill,” she introduced herself.

Zleus thought he remembered that place, had not he heard the Sacred Witch mention it? He looked at the centaur.

“Why am I tied up?” he demanded.

“So you don’t run away, of course,” came her answer without a beat.

“Why would I run away, and from whom?” Zleus asked, exasperated. “Never mind, can you untie me now? Also, I would like some water, if that is allowed.” He couldn’t help but be sarcastic.

Sanfa smiled, and Zleus’s ropes fell away. Then, a tall, unique shaped vial of water, the colour of pale blue, appeared before him on a flat stone.

“It’s not much.” Zleus was dubious.

“It will do the job,” smiled Sanfa.

Zleus drank, and to his surprise, his thirst disappeared.

“Thank you,” he said.

Zleus should have not been surprised at this magic; after all, Zrotaz was a magical planet.

“Come with me.” Sanfa began to lead the way.

“Excuse me, but where is Charm? She is a unisus who fell into the sea with me. Did you find her?” Zleus asked as he followed. “And what about the Sacred Witch and the other witches, do you know what happened to them?

Sanfa stopped in her tracks and turned around to face her guest.

“My cousin is well, but wounded. You and Charm fell into the Dead Sea and it was very lucky we found you both; the Mermen nearly took you. As for the Sacred Witch and her councillors, they are safe.”

“What do you mean, Charm is your cousin? And Mermen?” Zleus was perplexed.

“The unisus is a cross breed of a pegasus and a unicorn. Years later, many winged unicorns – the unisus, such as Charm and Abyliss – came into existence as all creatures do.

The centaur is an evolution of the man and the Horse. How we came about, no one knows but the undeniable fact is that we all share the same gene trait of the common horse, making us cousins.”

“To answer your second question; when you fell into the Dead Sea, the Merpeople were ready for you, to take you to their kingdom under the sea. However, Charm was still strong after that fall, and rose out of the sea. She called for assistance using her telepathy. My friends and I arrived and brought you to safety. I must assure you it wasn’t easy, the Mermen are very angry creatures and tried their best to keep you in the water.

“We must make headway now to the Tribe Head, he is the first in command of this island. He will be very pleased to see you have come around at last. You have been asleep for a very long time. The Sacred Witch of the East will be relieved too,” said Sanfa.

“The Sacred Witch is here? I thought she...” Zleus stepped on something sticky. He screwed up his face as he wiped his feet on some large leaves lying on the ground.

“As I have been informed,” Sanfa said, and she began to walk again. “The Sacred Witch didn’t leave you, Zleus, and is in conversation with the Tribe Head.”

Zleus felt the conversation was closed; and so he walked in her wake, his mind buzzing with a thousand questions.

* *

Sanfa and Zleus walked through green foliage where strange, small animals darted in and out of leaves and broken tree bark. Zleus made out tiny huts that reached his knees. Smoke billowed out of the chimneys and light shone through their windows.

“This is the village of the elves,” said Sanfa. “They can be helpful little creatures but only if they want to. Oh, mind where you step. They don’t appreciate their homes being trodden on. The last creature who did it, well let’s just say he no longer lives on this island.”

Zleus didn’t like the sound of the elves, and swiftly moved on. However, he couldn’t help but peer into one of the little huts. Inside, a female elf was cooking something delicious, the smell was so tantalising! Her eyes met his, and she squealed, dropping the tiny pan. Zleus’ eyes widened and he hastily apologised, before running out of the village.

Sanfa pretended to be oblivious to what had just happened, and walked on. They came to a clearing, and Zleus found himself facing a vast sea. Across, he could see another island that connected to the one they were standing on, by a bridge made of stone. However, the bridge seemed to be floating; he couldn’t see any reinforcements of wire to hold the slates together.

Zleus dared to look into the sea, and was astonished to see small fishes swimming in shallow water. He was mesmerised by the stunning stones that lay embedded on the sea floor glinting in a spectrum of colours from the rays of the sun.

The water was as clear as glass, and Zleus speculated why there was a bridge when one could easily walk to the other side. He also wondered how the bridge floated.

“We have used a charm to make it float,” Sanfa said. “And the reason behind the bridge is so that we don’t get wet when crossing, I thought it was quite obvious.”

“How did you know I was thinking that?” Zleus asked. Sanfa just smiled. “Oh, I see. You used telepathy...er Sanfa, where are we going?”

“To the island that you see over on the other side. There, we will meet the Tribe Head.”

Sanfa and Zleus crossed the bridge with Sanfa gracefully stepping off. When Zleus tried to step off, something deflected his body, sending him crashing into the sea.

19

Zleus stood up from the shocking warm sea. He climbed back onto the bridge, and tried to step onto the island again, but he received another shock that vibrated through his entire body. This time it flung him a good few yards back.

Sanfa was beside herself. She touched the barrier that was just visible through the vibration of the air, and its electricity fizzed at her fingertips. She jumped back as she felt the strong jolt, massaging her arm from the pain.

“Zleus, are you alright?” she asked, somewhat shakily. “I’m fine, I’m just a bit sore. Why can’t I get in, Sanfa?”

“I don’t know.” Sanfa was very worried. “It looks like someone is trying to keep you out.”

“Or something!” Zleus’ face showed no surprise. Surrounding them was what looked like twenty-five Merpeople, their heads and shoulders visible above the waterline. He saw a few shiny, green and silver-scaled tails flicker in and out of the water.

Zleus couldn’t stop staring at the females, who bore large angelic eyes, their long locks floating on the water surface. It seemed to change colour, glowing red, and gold alternatively. The men were not ugly either; they were very handsome. They wore eye make up that accentuated their godly features. Zleus found their expressions defiant, and challenging.

“They don’t look welcoming, do they?” Zleus said after a while of silent observation, from both sides of the party.

“They certainly don’t,” Sanfa agreed.

“Merpeople,” she spoke in a firm and loud voice. “What do you want from us? Why are you not letting Zleus enter the island?”

A Merman, dressed in a white head crown with gold chains around his neck, came forward. He held a white, ornate spear that seemed to be made of large fish bones.

“You had no right to steal this boy or the unisus,” he said. “They were on our territory.”

Sanfa snorted. “You have no hold on them, Raphryll. They don’t belong to anyone. You are treading in dangerous waters.” Sanfa smiled at the pun in spite of herself.

“Let me remind you that they were found unconscious on our part of the sea,” Raphryll thundered.

“Not by choice!” Sanfa’s eyes flashed. “It was you who brought them down, and you know it. Do not deny it, Raphryll!”

“What do you want from me?” Zleus looked from Sanfa to Raphryll.

“It is the High Witch’s orders,” Raphryll said simply.

“The High Witch? Oh, I see, you have joined her legion with the dragons and God knows what other evil creatures.” said Zleus. “The Empire Witches have taken my mother and I will make sure I get her back, but I won’t be captured and taken to the High Witch, I promise you that! You go and tell her that I won’t go without a fight!” Fury ripped through every core of his body that made him want to jump at the Merman’s throat. He took deep breaths to calm himself.

“Well, well, well, another one with a temper.” Raphryll laughed. “I hope your kind can hold their breath

underwater.” He laughed and his kingdom laughed with him.

Whilst the two were engaged, Sanfa was trying every spell she could think of to break the barrier charm, but it was no good. What could she do or say to stop the Merpeople from taking Zleus?

“How did the High Witch manage to recruit you? You are a species that will not work for anyone, or for any price. The whole of Zrotaz knows tha,” Sanfa said, trying to buy some more time.

“I have to say, that is not quite correct,” said Raphryll in a smooth tone. “However, sometimes we have to break our own rules. What the High Witch has offered was too good to refuse. Anyhow, I do not see how it is any of your business. Now, enough of this chitchat. Guards, take the boy!”

“No!” Zleus shot two lightning flashes towards Raphryll, who barred them with his spear with no effort at all.

Zleus was about to try again but the Merpeople were quick. Two ropes flew through the air towards Zleus, binding his hands behind his back. Two more ropes flew to his feet that made Zleus fall and crash onto the bridge. Next, a large net trapped him completely.

“NO!” shouted Sanfa. “RAPHRYLL, free him this instant! When the Tribe Head hears about this, he will be far from happy. His wrath will crush you!”

However, the Chief Merman just laughed and disappeared under the sea, as did all the other Merpeople.

“I will free you, Zleus!” Sanfa promised, as Zleus slid towards the edge of the bridge pulled by invisible ropes and fell into the sea.

* *

He was able to breathe, how was that possible? Everything was clear under the sea, Zleus could see for miles. A city of emerald houses and a red castle lay ahead in his line of sight. Merpeople swam before him. It was enchanting and it left Zleus speechless. A group of small Merchildren came to a stop a few yards from him. They looked up at him and smiled. Zleus smiled back and tried to move towards them, but he found he could not. He was encased in a bubble! This was no ordinary soft bubble, but one that was hard cased and stayed rooted in the golden sand.

Zleus began to panic, and banged his fists on the casing, but it made no difference.

“Help!” he yelled, “Someone, let me out!”

The Merchildren looked startled and swam away.

“No, wait!” Zleus shouted. Could they hear him? Would they be able to understand him?

Rainbow coloured fish of small and medium size swam between stones and coral. The sky above reflected in the water, sending spirals of light into the small bubble pockets. It was truly mesmerising, and distracting!

“Help!” Zleus shouted again.

He pressed his palms on the bubble, and tried to push it out but it stayed permanently in its location. Frustrated, Zleus slammed his fists against it and then to his surprise, the bubble turned soft and jelly-like. It gradually thinned, and then it popped!

Zleus was free but his eyes began to burn, and the scene around him clouded over. He couldn’t see anything! He couldn’t breathe!

“Help!” he croaked, but no one heard him, and he heard no one.

His mind became confused, and foggy...he fell into unconsciousness.

* *

A whooshing noise filled his ears, like a rushing waterfall. Zleus opened his eyes to find himself lying in between large rocks that towered before him. He could smell salt air. Scrambling to his feet, he peered through a gap and saw he was on a beach. The whooshing noise was a waterfall, silver sheets cascaded into white foam at the bottom. It was marvellous!

On another side, the pink sea lapped gently on the sandy beach...but where was the danger? Was he not encased in a dangerous bubble just minutes ago? Zleus couldn’t be certain. Unexpectedly, the sand began to give way underneath him. He lost his balance, and thought he would bang his head on one of the rocks, but to his astonishment, they rose and moved away from him! One picked him up from the sand hole he was standing in, and moved him to another spot.

“Aghhhhh! Help me, I’m being attacked!” he shouted out in sheer panic.

One of the rocks laughed...er...what?

They focused their stony faces on him. Zleus thought he was seeing things, when one spoke!

“Sorry, we ‘ave orders, we aint allowed ta let ‘ou out,” said the first rock in a deep but scratchy voice.

“What ‘is saying, is true,” said the second rock.

“Who are you?” Zleus asked, somewhat perplexed.

“It’s dee orders, see. We‘re your guards, I mean, we are guarding you and keeping you safe from ‘em,” said the first rock. He pointed a thick finger towards the end of the beach.

“Who?” asked Zleus. “I can’t see anyone else here apart from you. Who are ‘they’ and what are you talking about?”

“Dee Merpeople o’ course,” said the second rock, as if it was a dumb question. “We are keeping you safe from ‘em. The elves had a ‘ard time getting you out of the Merpeople kingdom, let me tell ya! Dey was brave, yeah, very brave, you see. Dee Sacred Witch an’ dee Tribe Head ‘elped as well.”

“We aal sow it, it was amazing!” said the second rock.

“But then, why am I kept prisoner? Where is the Sacred Witch and the Tribe Head?” asked Zleus.

“Dunno ta be ‘onest,” shrugged the first rock. He moved his shoulders that seemed like it was about to fall off and crash down on Zleus. He covered his head with his arms just in case.

“We aint gonna ‘urt ya,” laughed the second rock. It was loud and gruff.

“Well, that’s good at least,” said Zleus. “So, am I just supposed to wait here?”

“Sorry, mate,” the second rock said. “We forget dat ya must be ‘ungry.”

“And thirsty!” said Zleus.

The rock pushed a box towards Zleus.

Zleus peered inside to find a fine collection of edibles and refreshing drinks. He realised he was famished and very dehydrated too.

“Can you tell me how I came to be here?” he asked, as he dived into a crackle sandwich.

It was one of his favourites, a basic green leaf and chalky cheese combination with red berries in between two salty, large square slabs of rustic bread.

“Sure we can,” said the second rock. “We were minding aw own biz, doin’ nuthin but sharpning ar weapons and stuff, and den we see dee Head Tribe gallop towards us wid ya on ‘is back. Dee Sacred Witch was right beside ‘im. She was flying withou’ a broomstick. We never knew she could do tha’!”

“Neither did I!” Zleus took another bite of his sandwich and gulped down some juice.

“Right! So dey put ya down ‘ere, an’ told us dat ya were rescue’ by dee elves from dee Merpeople but ya ar’ still in danger. Dey left dee box of food an’ ordered az to luk after ya until dey got back.”

“That’s all? There must be more, didn’t they give you any details?” Zleus was disappointed.

“Dat’s ale, mate,” said the first rock.

* *

Zleus ate and drank whilst waiting with the rocks. They didn’t surround him now but sat beside him, talking to him at times and sometimes talking amongst themselves. They were excited about seeing the Sacred Witch and the Tribe Head. They told him it was not a normal occurrence and it was a privilege to meet them.

They were very interested when Zleus told them of his adventures, from the time of falling off the unisus to finding himself with Sanfa, then being dragged into the world of the Merpeople, and finally finding himself here.

“Merpeople, dey ar’ evil tings. Ya be best ta keep clea’ of awl of ‘em. Dey luk pretti bu’ dey aint,” said the second rock.

“You said elves saved me, why would they?” Zleus asked.

“I leek elves, dey so tiny an’ coote. Dey ar’ kind too, bu’ ya ‘ave ta be carefool. Dey small bu’ can snap ya in ‘alf if ya geet an dee wrang side of ‘em,” the first rock butted in. “One ting I know abou’ dee elves is dat dee owe dee witch community somefink deep, an’ that’s meybe why dey saved ya.”

Zleus contemplated on this fact, and as the day went on, he became very sleepy and dozed off. The rocks gathered around him, sheltering him from the chilly night wind that began to blow their way.

20

EARTH

Larissa shook him vigorously by the shoulder, “Mike, wake up!”

Mike said something incomprehensible in his sleep, and then went back to snoring. Larissa looked wildly towards Jake for help. He immediately reached for a glass of water that had been sitting on the table, and threw it on Mike’s face.

“Wh...What was that?” Mike, startled, gaped like a goldfish as he sat up.

“It’s Mum and the rest. They are in trouble. Come on, Mike, get up! We must go at once!” Larissa grabbed Mike’s right arm and Jake took the other, and they hauled him up.

“We need to put our coats on and make sure the heat charm still works,” advised Jake.

“Okay...if you say so,” said Mike. He seemed to be confused of his whereabouts. “Why are we flying?” Larissa was already waiting outside. Jake rolled his eyes, and helped Mike into his winter coat and boots, and then pushing him forward into the cold. Mike suddenly became fully alert.

“Feeling better?” asked Jake.

“Sorry,” said Mike. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Just a little too much drink,” mumbled Jake.

“What?” asked Mike.

“Nothing,” Larissa said quickly, giving Jake an annoyed look.

“So what happened?” Mike asked.

“I’ll tell you on the way,” said Larissa.

“On the way to where? Do you know where we are supposed to be going?” Jake asked.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Larissa rushed back inside. Moments later, she came out with their backpacks. She was glad that her mother, Rita, and Eveliyah had taken theirs.

Larissa threw a backpack each to their owners, and shrugged hers over her back where the Crystal was stowed away safely.

“Mum showed me a waterfall and a river when we talked telepathically,” Larissa said, looking at the inky black sky. She took out her torch. “Keep close.”

* *

The trio traipsed silently in the thick snow. Larissa thought she caught glimpses of a few rabbits in her torchlight. When she swayed her torch back to the spot, the rabbits had disappeared. She concentrated on listening to the sounds of the waterfall or the river, and advised the others to do the same.

An owl hooted. It seemed to be close by. She looked up into the trees but couldn’t see a thing.

“Did you hear anything?” she whispered to no one in particular.

“No, did you?” asked Mike.

“I thought I heard an owl. Perhaps it was my imagination,” said Larissa. As an afterthought she said, “I am going to try and contact Mum again.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Mike said. “I don’t think any of us know exactly where we are going.”

Jake suppressed a laugh that was bubbling inside him. Larissa ignored that remark and closed her eyes, letting her mind connect to her mother instead. She waited. Nothing happened. Larissa tried again.

Mum, can you hear me? Please, speak to me.

A few seconds later, Larissa heard a faint crackle.

“I can’t hear her!” Larissa sat down on the cold ground, frustrated and angry.

“Maybe it’s the satellite signal,” joked Jake. “I don’t think there is any reception here.”

“Oh ha ha, Jake. What do you know about phones and reception? You’re from Zrotaz!” Larissa got up and stormed off.

“I think you hit a raw nerve there,” Mike watched Larissa’s retreating back. “Let’s get on; we mustn’t lose her, for our safety as well as hers!”

Larissa kept on moving forward, lost in her thoughts. Perhaps Jake was right, like a mobile phone needs reception to connect to another phone, maybe there needs to be a power surge, like reception, for telepathy? However, she never had any problems at home and she was always able to connect to her mother. There could be a block, thought Larissa. A block that could weaken her magic. However, who or what would do that? No, she must not give up. She must try again!

She found a fallen tree whose trunk was just visible under the freshly fallen snow. She sat down and touched her temples. Closing her eyes yet again, she concentrated as hard as she could. She tried something she hadn’t done in a long time-creating a vision. Slowly but surely, Larissa began to see pictures. They were vague at first; she could make out dense but hazy shapes that were unusual. The pictures began to come into focus and Larissa saw some figures sitting around a jolly fire. Were they bears sitting with her mother? Larissa looked closer and saw Rita and Eveliyah. The unisus were standing behind the witches. They all seemed to be talking animatedly. Larissa tried talking to her mother.

Mum, if you can hear me, please, please speak to me.

“You won’t be able to do that here,” said a voice.

“Who said that?” Larissa jumped up, her heart drumming.

Just then, Mike and Jake arrived.

“Gosh Larissa, you are fast, aren’t you?” Mike said, quite out of breath. He lent on his back. “I’m not as fit as I used to be.”

“What’s wrong Larissa?” Jake asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“I heard a voice,” Larissa said.

“Oh, did you connect to your mother then?” Jake said.

“No, I didn’t. I wasn’t able to.”

Jake and Mike exchanged puzzled glances.

“You’re not making any sense. Are you feeling alright?” Mike asked gently. “Do you want to rest?”

Larissa shook her head.

“I can’t explain it. When I was trying to communicate with Mum, someone else spoke. They said ‘you won’t be able to do that here.’ What does that mean?”

“Do you think someone else is trying to talk to you, you know, telepathally?” Jake suggested, grinning.

“No, it sounded like someone was standing right next to me. Someone is watching us, following us, I am sure of it,” said Larissa.

Mike and Jake were baffled, but they looked around them just to be sure.

“I can’t see anyone,” Jake said. “Come on, let’s move on. This area gives me the creeps anyway and the sooner we reach the place where we’re supposed to be, the better.”

The small group moved on, a little faster this time. It seemed like Larissa knew the way now, how that was possible, she had no idea. Very soon, they heard the rush of a waterfall.

“I thought waterfalls were frozen in these freezing temperatures,” Larissa spoke aloud without thinking.

“Well, when there is magic around, anything is possible. Do you know, the waterfalls began to thaw once you stepped foot here, my dear,” said the voice.

“There it is again. Did you hear that?” Larissa turned to the others.

“Yes, how strange!” said Mike.

It began to snow again, and Larissa stretched out her gloved hand, enjoying seeing the snowflakes land and melt.

“Isn’t it lovely,” she whispered.

“I’d prefer the warmth myself, thanks,” said the voice.

“That’s it! Whoever you are, make yourself visible this instant!” Larissa shouted.

Jake and Mike followed Larissa’s gaze. She was looking in the trees.

“I think she has gone loopy,” said Jake.

“Look, I won’t hurt you, just come out and prove I am not –” Larissa looked at Jake, “that I have not gone mad.”

They all listened for a break in the silence. Then, they heard a flutter of wings and a cute, snowy owl landed in front of them. It made a big fuss of cleaning itself of the snow.

“That was a poor landing! My poor joints!” it complained.

“You are a talking owl!” gasped Larissa.

“Well spotted,” the owl said dryly.

“It was you all along! Why are you following us?” Larissa crossed her arms across her chest.

“I was asked to keep a look out for you, and to guide you towards the waterfall. I gave you those visions you know, and that was why you knew where you were going,” the owl said proudly.

“Oh. Well, thank you,” said Larissa. “That was very kind.”

Jake crouched down to the owl.

“I’ve never met a speaking owl before,” he said. “If you won’t be offended, do you want to perch on my arm?” Jake extended his arm towards the owl. The owl didn’t hesitate.

“Thank you, it is awkward talking to giants sometimes. Yes, this is much better. Do you know, us owls don’t travel to Zrotaz much. My kind prefers planet Earth.”

The owl looked into Jake’s face, then at Mike. “It’s an honour to meet a Warrior Witch. Greetings, Sir Mike, and greetings Xyth, son of Councillor Zarina.”

“How do you know who we are?” asked Jake.

“Every magical creature knows what happens on Zrotaz. We may not live there, but we know. You have a brother named Zleus. I hear he is flying to Eve’s Drop to meet the Sacred Witches of the North and South to find a way to free your mother. He has been trying to contact you, but there is always a block.”

Jake gaped at the owl. “My brother is travelling? How?”

The owl shrugged. “A unisus is aiding him.”

“But he is afraid of heights,” said Jake.

“As are you,” Larissa reminded him. “What is your name, owl?”

“I am Luille. I was born and bred in France,” said the owl.

“It is nice to meet you, Luille,” said Larissa. She turned to Mike. “You didn’t tell me you were a Warrior Witch!” Mike chuckled. “Yes, in the days of my youth, but that is a story for another time. So Luille, are you going to show us the way to the waterfall or not?”

“This way, Sir Mike!” the owl flew ahead as the others tried to keep up.

21

The group came to a waterfall that took their breath away. The water crashed majestically as it met the river below, an ethereal glow surrounding the fall.

Larissa had thought she may have misunderstood her vision with the bears, but she was more astounded when she saw it was all real, and she least expected to see the witches and the unisus talking animatedly with bears!

“What? No way!” Larissa exclaimed and everyone turned their eyes on the new guests.

“Welcome,” said a great brown bear that towered over them all.

Larissa found her mother, and searched her eyes for answers. Marcaria nodded, telling her the bears were safe and good. Larissa saw that her mother, Rita, and Eveliyah, all looked tired. Were they waiting all night for them to arrive? She looked back at the big bear.

“Hello,” she said, feeling a little shy and somewhat overwhelmed.

The bear gestured to the log seats that surrounded the fire. Larissa, Mike, and Jake sat down. Jake was glad of the much anticipated rest, that night walk had been exhausting. Marcaria hugged her daughter.

“What was all that about?” asked Larissa. “I thought you were in danger!”

“Sorry for that frantic message love, I thought they were going to kill us at first.”

Rita came and handed out steaming cups of tea to everyone, then sat down next to Marcaria.

“When your mother and I heard the scream, we headed down in this direction. The scream wasn’t a scream at all, but rather a call from an animal that was trapped. We reached the creature the same time as the bears.

“However, we didn’t do anything, the bears did it all. They freed the creature that was trapped in a shamble of twigs and branches. It bowed to the bears, said ‘thank you’, and flew off!

“The bears looked at us and began to advance on us. That was when you contacted me. However, when our contact broke, the bears spoke to us. We explained who we were and Eveliyah mentioned your name. The bears couldn’t believe that you were here, that you had actually arrived! They took us to their base here, and we talked in length about meeting the Earth Spirits,” explained Rita.

Eveliyah spoke, “The bears here are spiritual animals. They care for all animals, whether they are carnivores or herbivores. They felt our initial fear but reassured us that they would not harm us.” Eveliyah sipped his tea, “Rita, it is lovely.”

“I agree, where did you get the tea from? It is delicious!” Larissa took another sip from her wooden bowl.

“From the trees above,” said Rita. “Amazing, isn’t it?”

Larissa looked. The trees before her were not anything she had ever seen. Green and brown they were, but there was something different there too. She saw pods of tealeaves with white blossom springing from the twigs. Pink blossom hung from the long, finger-like branches. They swayed as if they were dancing to music, making the trees quite fascinating to watch.

“I can’t believe it,” whispered Larissa.

The Great Bear spoke, startling her. “Brothers and sisters, please join us in the circle.”

Everyone came forward and sat down on the logs, and the unisus came to stand behind them. Luille, the owl who had brought them here, perched himself on one of the tea trees. The gathering was an assortment of witches and magical creatures, and Larissa couldn’t stop staring at the bears who stood, looking magnificent, yet a little frightening.

“I am pleased you all have been refreshed. It is vitally important that everyone is wide awake and alert,” said the Great Bear. He wore a funny, frilly leaf and flower head band, with matching bracelets made of the same material. The other bears, eight in total, wore similar clothing.

“Stop gawking at them, it’s rude,” whispered Jake who was sitting next to Larissa.

Larissa’s face coloured. “I wasn’t.”

Jake chuckled but then focused his eyes on the Great Bear.

“Today in our midst we have some important guests and I would like to say that we are very honoured to have you here. The bears and other magical creatures have been waiting for this day for many years,” the Great Bear said. The bear waited patiently as more creatures joined the circle. They were an assortment - rabbits, foxes, birds, hedgehogs, and many others. Larissa knew they were magical, for they sported ‘human’ characteristics of fidgeting and coughing. The bear began to speak again, and the creatures became silent. They looked like they understood every word the bear spoke.

“Larissa dear, if you could join me in the circle?” said the Great Bear.

Larissa looked at her mother in bewilderment.

“It’s okay, honey. Go on,” Marcaria reassured her.

Taking a deep breath, for Larissa was very nervous all of a sudden; she walked into the circle and stood before the towering bear. The Great Bear signalled with his paw and another bear came forward with a necklace made from an assortment of flowers. The Great Bear took the necklace and placed it around Larissa’s neck. To her surprise, the necklace began to glow white and she watched it turn into a silver flower necklace. There was a collective sigh from everyone.

“What is this necklace?” Larissa fingered the cool metal, admiring it.

“It is the truth necklace, one that clarifies that you are The One,” said the Great Bear. “Our charts warned us of the damage the Empire Witches would do to this planet and the Aurora Borealis. It also told us that a certain girl would come into our midst. She will defeat the High Witch.

“First, there is a task she must fulfill, only then will she be able to defeat the evil that will come our way! The bears, along with every other magical creature in these woods, have been waiting for you to arrive. The charts were correct of course, although some had doubted it.”

“Charts...do you mean like horoscopes?” asked Larissa.

“Yes, like star-gazing and moon reading. Only here, the creatures read the charts that our ancestors created near to the time Earth was born,” replied Luille. He fluttered down to the Great Bear and settled on his shoulder.

“Can we see it?” asked Jake, very intrigued.

“Unfortunately not, son of Councillor Zarina. It is only for the girl to see, as it is her prophecy. Do you have the Crystal, dear one?” the Great Bear asked Larissa.

Larissa nodded, and went to her backpack. She took out the Crystal, and showed it to the Great Bear.

“In order to see the charts, you must use the magic of the Crystal,” he informed her wisely.

“But how do I do that?” Larissa didn’t quite understand any of this. She had never read anything like charts before. She always detested horoscope readings that her mother pushed her to do in her early years.

It is very important for a witch to understand what the future holds, she had said. Now Larissa wished she had listened!

“But how?” asked Larissa again.

The Great Bear didn’t answer her question, but began drawing in the air. At first it looked like he wasn’t doing anything specific, but then Larissa saw an outline of a book. It glowed red and yellow, like a burning ring. In this case, the shape was square. The red and yellow glow vanished only to be replaced with blue.

“The book is cooling,” the Great Bear explained.

The book turned grey and hovered for a few seconds in the air, then settled down on the ground. The Great Bear picked up the large book and handed it to Larissa. It wasn’t heavy like she had expected, it was as light as an owl’s feather! The cover was embossed in ancient looking scribe with an unusual crest of a tree.

Larissa opened the book and saw a diagram of stars and planets.

“The solar system!” she gasped.

The stars and planets were moving around the pages. Larissa saw an intact Aurora Borealis...then, the diagram changed. The planets and stars began whizzing around the page, almost blurring. The Aurora Borealis began to break in places, showing holes. Then the diagram became static.

Larissa looked at it in wonder. She forgot where she was for a while, and was startled when Marcaria spoke.

“Larissa, darling, are you alright? What did you see?” she asked.

“I saw...how the Aurora Borealis broke,” replied Larissa.

“You must turn to the next page,” said the Great Bear. “You will now need the Crystal. Use its magic with yours, the words will appear as the magic is poured inside. This is your prophecy, Larissa.”

With her stomach doing somersaults, Larissa turned the next page. She held the Crystal above the open page, and concentrated her magic with the Crystal. Larissa felt a change inside her. She felt light, and her anxiety vanished, as it was replaced with a warm glow and a power she never knew she had, that burst inside her. She could feel her appearance had changed too.

Lifting the Crystal high above her head, a surge of magic fell into the depths of the page, like a fish disappearing into a river, causing small ripples. Larissa expected to see writing, but what she saw nearly overpowered her. She was speechless, as was everyone else.

A figure stepped out of the book and stood before Larissa. It was transparent, like a hologram. It wore long robes, and a hood covered his head. The figure was holding a book.

“This is most unprecedented,” said the Great Bear to himself, but Larissa heard him.

The figure spoke, “Larissa, welcome. I am your prophecy.”

“My...my prophecy?” Larissa stammered.

“A long time ago, a prophecy was foretold by the ancient ones. They lived on Zrotaz, a planet that was a million years older than Earth. They saw a new planet born – Earth – and watched it for centuries going through many wars, suffering, happiness and enlightenment. They marvelled at its natural resources to help and heal, but saw destruction too. One such day, an ancient one had a vision of Earth’s obliteration by future inhabitants of their own planet. He also saw a girl who would save two planets. The ancient one was wise, and didn’t write his vision on paper but let the prophecy be told through generations, hoping it would reach the right channels and one day, the vision would reach you, Larissa.

“The ancient one then created me, the bearer of the vision, and a back up plan if you like, to inform you of your quest, if word of the prophecy did not reach you. I am glad to see it has. You and the Crystal are united and this bond cannot be broken. Together you will save the two planets.” The figure stopped talking and handed the book he was holding to Larissa. “I hand you my powers, they are for guidance only, and you must not misuse them. In time of need...until then...”

“Wait!” Larissa shouted, but the figure had gone in a blink of an eye.

A silence followed as everyone tried to understand what had just happened.

“Larissa, you have silver hair and emerald eyes,” observed Jake, coming to stand before her.

Larissa touched her silver locks. “It will stay like this forever now,” she said. How did she know that? This was getting too weird.

“What do we do now? Where do I begin?” Larissa asked the Great Bear.

“Now, we take you to the Earth Spirits, dear one,” he said. “Only they can direct you in your task.”

“The Earth spirits...they are who we have come to see, to repair the Aurora Borealis?” said Larissa.

“Yes,” said Marcaria, also coming to stand by her daughter. “We will all support you as best we can. We know this is daunting, especially for someone so young. But you must not worry, Larissa.”

Larissa took her mother’s hand in hers, and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“Okay, let’s meet the Earth Spirits,” she said.

22

The Great Bear insisted that everyone get a good sleep before the journey to the Earth Spirits. Larissa felt restless for any kind of sleep and told the Great Bear, but he wouldn't listen to her plea to stay awake.

“Dear Larissa, sleep you must. It is vital, for the task ahead is challenging enough. You must be alert for what the Earth Spirits may advise you on,” said the Great Bear. “Now, your bed awaits you.”

Larissa followed to where the bear pointed and smiled. She was pleased to be allocated such a cosy sleeping place. She supposed sleep wouldn't be too hard to come by. The ‘bed’ was made of soft wood pieces, leaves and feathers, and was positioned under a tea tree that made the sleeping experience more enjoyable. She closed her eyes and inhaled the aroma that danced down to her, sending her into a peaceful slumber.

Marcaria watched her daughter fall asleep and she knew it was the tea fragrances that did it. She was no stranger to this relaxing chemical, used by many witches when deprived of sleep. However, one must use it carefully, too much and the witch would drift into sleep oblivion and may never wake up. The Great Bear seemed to sense Marcaria's anxiety.

“You must not worry,” he said in a soft and kind tone. “The fragrance will not linger on Larissa. The tea is subtle and not overbearing. They serve their purpose and that is to bring about peaceful sleep, devoid of nightmares and dreams. Larissa will awake refreshed and with her energy returned.”

“That is reassuring,” said Marcaria feeling relieved.

“And now you must go to sleep, Councillor Marcaria,” the Great Bear said.

Marcaria yawned. “You won't get an argument from me.”

* *

Cool mountain air washed over Larissa as she awoke to the sounds of the waterfall kept alive by magic, and to birds orchestrating a beautiful song. She turned her head, searching for her mother and everyone else, but realised she was the only one awake. Although the morning had arrived, it was still pitch black. Larissa missed the daylight, had it not been for the soft light produced by the tea trees and their blossoms.

She felt something was strange, the air didn't feel cold anymore. In fact, Larissa was feeling quite warm. She became conscious that she was still wearing her coat and took it off, along with her socks and boots. She then remembered that the cold, harsh temperatures could harm the magic within her but the air was quite humid.

Larissa's ears pricked at the sound of a river in the distance. It seemed to be calling her. Should she take a much needed dip? No one would ever know. She crept towards the river on her bare feet, hardly making a sound on the undergrowth of leaves. As she got closer, she was almost breathless by what she saw. Fluorescent light from glistening plants lit up the river before her that snaked away into a fork.

Fishes swam in unison against the low ripples. Larissa could see right to the bottom, it reminded her of coral reefs highlighted in clear, warm waters in hot places but this was even better!

Dangling her feet into the water, the cool temperature soothed her. The fishes swam right up to her and Larissa cascaded her hand between her and the curious swimmers. They made funny noises as if they were happy she was with them.

Larissa let herself slowly enter the water. She revelled in the sensation of the water quenching her hot skin. Swimming a good few laps was easy and this surprised her. She didn’t know she was in such great shape! Feeling exhilarated, she swam for another twenty minutes without stopping.

“Larissa!”

Larissa stopped swimming abruptly. Did she hear someone call her? It sounded like her mother. Larissa hauled herself out of the water, and listened again. There was silence.

“Perhaps I imagined it,” she said to herself.

She lay on the rocks, enjoying the feel of the heat that radiated from it. Suddenly she sat up. It was winter! What was happening to her? Why was she feeling like this? Then it dawned on her...something inside had changed, something to do with her internal make up that related to her appearance. She was no longer the ordinary witch she had been before. Since opening the book, not only was the change of her cosmetic look permanent, but so was the change of her soul. There was a new sense of magic within her.

Larissa picked up her winter clothing but didn't put it on. She didn't need it. She glanced at her reflection in the river and at the face that mirrored her own, and saw the emerald eyes bright with curiosity and incredulity. She touched her shiny silver hair. Who had she become?

“Larissa!”

This time, she was sure it was not her imagination. Larissa glanced at her reflection once more, and then headed back to base.

* *

Larissa still expected to see some of the group sleeping but instead found the witches, unisus’, and the bears busy in some organised activity.

“What is going on here?” she said aloud.

Everyone stopped working and looked in her direction.

Marcaria rushed towards her.

“Oh Larissa, where were you? Why didn't you answer

when I called?” she asked anxiously. She looked over her

daughter. “This look is growing on you...”

“I'm sorry, Mum, I should have answered. I just went for

a swim,” Larissa said. What did her mother mean by the

comment of her appearance?

“A swim? Oh God, Larissa, are you feeling alright? The

temperature of the river is below freezing, it could have

killed you! ” Marcaria stopped talking when she saw Larissa

shake her head with a smile.

“Mum, look at me. I have changed, inside and out. I feel

different. Look at this.” Larissa stretched her hand out

towards the dead fire, and ignited the logs in an instant. The fire burned brightly once again. Jake and Rita, who

were standing near the fire, shouted and leapt away. Larissa laughed, “Sorry guys!” and turned back to her

Mum. “I couldn't do that before.”

Marcaria looked at her daughter in amazement, but there

was worry etched in her face. She took her daughter’s hand

and led her away from the others. They eventually sat down

under a secluded tree.

“You have markings of an Empire Witch, you always

had them when you were born,” she stated as she touched

Larissa's silver hair. “When we arrived here on Earth, your

appearance changed to the appearance of a non-magical girl,

and I have to admit, I was relieved. Now, I am scared for

you, my dear daughter.

“Is this why the High Witch wants you? No, I will not let

her take you away from me. We have kept you safe all these

years...”

“Mum, what are you talking about?” Larissa was

confused.

“You were born with emerald eyes and silver locks, you

were a beauty, and no one denied that. Nevertheless,

everyone knew you had the blood of an Empire Witch in

you. Your father's ancestors were Empire Witches. Over the

years, the witches married other clans and the bloodline

changed.

“Your father had no defined characteristics of an Empire

Witch, and so it was a surprise when you came along, perfect

with their dominant genes. No one from our village had seen

such a thing in many years and all were afraid. They knew

that you must be kept safe, away from the High Witch’s

grasp.”

“But what about the prophecy?” questioned Larissa.

“Did you know about that then?”

Marcaria nodded, “The day you were born, a prophecy

came to the Elders and was read. Senon and I were

frightened for you, so we hid you in the woods with a family.

We made sure you were impossible to find and secured your

location by every charm and spell that was known to witch

kind. We went back home and waited for the High Witch to

come for you. She didn't come herself, but she sent her guards. They had news that a girl was born to us, an Empire

Witch. They were very excited.”

“What did you do?” asked Larissa.

“We showed them a baby that resembled I and your

father. He had the bluest of eyes and the softest hair, the

colour of the palest yellow. The guards were astounded to be

wrong and insisted an Empire Witch was born here. But they

had no proof and left us be.”

“Who was the baby?” Larissa was curious to know. “It was Jake, darling,” smiled Marcaria. “He protected

you then, and he is still protecting you now...Zarina is a great

friend, it was she who suggested the idea. I just hope she is

alive and well.”

Larissa put an arm around her mother's shoulder. “She will be, Mum, I can feel it, and I am not going to be

taken by anyone. I love you, Mum. You are everything to

me.”

Marcaria hugged her daughter. “I love you too. Come

on, let's get back to the others before they come searching

for us.”

“Yes, Mum,” said Larissa as they began walking back.

“Mum, do you know that I can't feel the cold any more?” “Is that so?” laughed Marcaria. “What else can my

daughter do now?”

* *

Back on Zrotaz, the High Witch screamed. The skies above turned black and dark anger swirled amongst thunderous vibrations. The High Witch’s eyes blazed red.

“Nooooo! The prophecy...it is coming true...!”

She slashed the air with her hand, sending birds to fly away from their nests and animals to fleetheir homes. Times were changing.

23

The trek through the woods was uneventful but everyone was cautious of their surroundings nevertheless. Luille recited short poems whilst sitting on the Great Bear’s back as the group moved deep into the snow-filled mountain valleys.

“There was once a cat, who liked to yawn, though he was not tired, he still liked to bat,” the owl finished with a flourish.

“You do know that poem doesn’t rhyme or make sense?” Jake laughed.

“Perhaps not, Xyth, but the bears like it and it brings merriment to company,” the owl replied. “I used to sing to the king of Zrotaz once upon a time, I’ll have you know. He loved my verses.”

“The king? How many centuries ago was this?” Jake asked. “If I am correct, we only had one king and he reigned from 1260 to 1419. If you sang to him that would make you a very old bird!”

“That is fascinating!” said Larissa. “What was the king like? You must know a lot of poems too!”

“The king was a nice man, yes, we got on very well. I am also proud to tell you that I have not forgotten any poems to date. My wife would vouch for that, but the poor soul, she died whilst eating a nut.”

“Oh, I am sorry,” Larissa sympathised.

The owl waved a wing. “Oh the wife is happy where she is, so don’t worry. She comes to visit me from the world of dead birds. She tells me it is very nice there,” “I’m sure it is,” Larissa said uncertainly.

The group now totalled fourteen. The bears walked on the outside of the group with the unisus, then Marcaria, Rita, Eveliyah and Mike circling Larissa and Jake, who were in the middle. Jake felt better to be walking beside Larissa; this was another reason he had wanted to accompany the group to Norway, to protect her. His mother sent him for that sole purpose. He knew Larissa and the Crystal, must at all costs, be kept safe.

Those were her words to him before she arranged the rocky and dangerous voyage to Earth. He remembered how he had closed his eyes for the whole ten minutes of it! He wasn’t too worried, he knew he had the best sorcerers and witches with him, and he secretly congratulated himself for protecting her from Celtiq!

Now, walking through these creepy mountain woods, he was sure danger was lurking around the corner. Larissa on the other hand was quite annoyed, why she needed protection was beyond her. Jake was taking his duties a little too seriously, especially after learning she had become a fully-fledged Empire Witch and was, therefore, prone to more attacks from the evil witches of Zrotaz, or any creatures they may have recruited. She wished the Great Bear hadn’t told anyone.

“It was necessary,” the Great Bear spoke in her head, and she baulked. What else could this bear do? She heard him chuckle.

Jake smiled in her direction, trying to reassure her everything was going to be alright, but Larissa turned her head, huffing in response.

The snow was deeper now in the sloping wood and everyone had to work hard to walk through it, apart from the bears and the unisus. Luille flew most of the time.

The temperature had dipped further and Eveliyah had to doubly secure the heat charm on all the witches winter clothing, minus Larissa who insisted she didn’t need it. In fact, she was still feeling quite warm.

The group stopped to drink and eat when they found a clearance. The path was littered with small boulders, good enough to sit comfortably.

“Ah, that feels better,” Mike sighed, stretching his legs. “My feet are killing me!”

Myeth the unisus agreed, as he sat on a patch of melted snow. “How far are we from the Earth Spirits?” he asked the Great Bear.

“An hour from now,” replied the bear. “I am able to feel their eagerness to meet Larissa.”

As am I, thought Larissa. The bear smiled. Can you stop listening to my thoughts? She telepathically told him.

Yes, so sorry, came his reply, and this time, she smiled.

After some food, the group began their journey once more. The path now tilted and the trees came in closer. The group chatted amiably with one another to keep the mood light. Mike and Jake were still grumbling at the tedious trek, as was Myeth. The females on the other hand, took the walk with grace and didn’t complain once.

Suddenly, the Great Bear halted.

“Stop!” he boomed, making everyone jump.

“What is it?” Eveliyah asked.

The bear sniffed the air. “I can smell werewolves.” Larissa could smell them too. “He is right, ugh!”

“But with the unisus here, they wouldn’t dare to attack again,” said Rita.

The bear turned to her. “You have met them?”

“If they are the same ones, then we have,” said Rita. “One is familiar with Marcaria.”

“His name is Ripaz,” said Marcaria, and Larissa could see the disgust in her face. She wondered what happened...

“Hideous creatures they are!” said Luille, flapping his wings in mad fury. “And the foulest smelling things I have ever set eyes on, you know!” He shuddered at the thought.

Larissa would have thought it to be comical if the situation was not so serious.

“How far away are they?” Marcaria was worried. She thought Ripaz would have gone, but she should have known that he never gave up without a fight.

“They are here,” said a voice in the dark.

Eveliyah, Marcaria, Mike, and Rita shone their torches into the woods. Through the haze of the yellow lights, they saw at least ten werewolves, snarling and snapping their canine teeth like rabid, common dogs. They stood tall but the bears were still taller, however, that didn’t bother them. The unisus came to stand in front.

“Your numbers do not worry us, neither do your size,” sneered Ripaz. “We have come to get the girl, on the High Witch’s orders. We don’t want any mess...or mishaps.”

The Great Bear roared, and the earth trembled beneath them.“Get out of my sight before I rip you and your friends to pieces!”

Ripaz didn’t move but turned his fluorescent yellow eyes to Larissa, whose blood was flowing with adrenalin. She stared back at Ripaz and smiled, it enraged him. Without warning, he lunged himself towards her, a growl coming from between his teeth. However, the Great Bear was ready.

Before Ripaz could sink his teeth into Larissa, the Great Bear leapt in front of the werewolf. Ripaz found himself flying into a large tree, and then falling to the cold ground. A deadly silence, then ear-splitting sounds erupted. Everyone covered their ears. The unisus sat down and buried their heads behind their bodies.

Snapping sounds came next as grey, black and brown fur leapt on them, their teeth inches away from their feast. Myeth turned just in time, kicking a grey werewolf in its torso. The werewolf fell on its back and dragged itself away, nursing its bruise.

Myeth smirked and then flew in the direction of another werewolf who was just about to bite a bear. He flapped his large wings in the werewolf’s surprised face, and disfigured him grotesquely. The werewolf howled in pain. A sound so frightening, birds from nearby trees took flight in alarm.

The fight ensued in every direction; the witches kept Larissa in the middle, away from the werewolves’ harmful claws and teeth. Red, blue, and green jets of light hovered the enemies in mid air, then sent them crashing into the woodland.

Ripaz was up again and fighting Jake, who had conjured up a shield and a sword. As he blocked Ripaz’s claws against his own skin, Jake slashed the offender’s leg. The other witches used spells to blind, throw and block the werewolves from getting any closer to them.

Eveliyah threw a perfect spell towards a rather large grey piece of fur (as he called it) who went down like a sack of grain, hitting a boulder. It was left unconscious, but not dead.

“Why aren’t they dying?” Rita shouted as she dodged a falling tree. “Every time one is down, another arrives! It’s like they are multiplying!”

“They are multiplying!” Marcaria yelled back, as the sound of a spell hitting a boulder vibrated in her skull. The boulder split right down the middle, like a clean cut apple.

Myeth, Cyle, and Quin flew above the brawl and sent painful signals into the heads of the werewolves. The werewolves crouched and howled in pain, their elongated hands covering their heads. The unisus seized the moment and rushed down, kicking their skulls in.

Jake kept close to Larissa, shielding her from every possible contact from a mad werewolf, his effective spells blasting them away. The bears crushed the werewolves with no real effort and celebrated briefly before going to the next one.

Larissa watched the fight with alarm and fear. It was all so familiar. The lights from the spells...a cackle, heat, black dragons, her fathers’ fallen form...Larissa’s head felt heavy and she screamed. She crouched blind, as the present dimmed.

* *

Where am I?

Larissa shielded her eyes as she looked at a bright and rather different landscape. There was movement in the distance. She stared, as a group of people and creatures walked towards her. She gasped when they finally stopped in front of her.

A cloaked man, smiled down at her. His face was beautiful and caring. His red hair fell loosely around his shoulders. Larissa felt like she knew him.

“Dear Larissa, I am so happy to see you, after all this time and how you have grown. How is your mother?” Senon spoke. “I do miss her so very much.”

“You know who I am?” Larissa couldn’t believe it. “Yes, Larissa, you are my daughter and I am your father,” Senon’s eyes glittered with tears. “My friends behind me are your guardians, as am I.”

Larissa looked at the small group behind her father more carefully. There was a half-naked man with wings, and a woman who wore a flowing white gown, whose features resembled an elf. She was beyond beautiful. On her side, stood a dragon, whose hard skin shone in yellow and blue hues. It had green, kind eyes too. The last creature took the shape of a great eagle, its white and grey feathers looked magnificent in the light.

“These are my guardians,” she repeated to herself. It was all so surreal. “Are you really my father?”

Senon laughed softly and opened his arms to her. She ran into them, tears in her eyes. Senon released his daughter moments later and kissed her cheek, he then looked at the other guardians.

The woman stepped forward. “You have limited time here, dear Larissa. We have called you, to help you stay on the right path and do what you must do. We are here to guide you, always remember if you need help, you can call us.”

“Anywhere, and anytime,” spoke the eagle.

The others nodded.

“But who do I call?” Larissa asked.

“We all have our skills, whatever you ask for, one of us will come to aid you,” said the man with the wings. The dragon nodded his head wisely.

“Now, you must return, dear daughter, and defeat those werewolves. Use the Crystal, it will help you,” said Senon.

“But father, how?”

“Use the magic within you and the Crystal. It will know what to do, and it will show you,” said the dragon. “We must leave now.”

“No, you can’t go yet, I need answers!” Larissa said.

However, the guardians were now disappearing, like an illusion.

“Father,” she whispered, tears falling on her cheeks.

However, they were gone. Larissa began to feel sleepy and dropped to the ground.

* *

Larissa found herself back in the midst of noise and shouting. The fight was still on. Hadn’t anyone noticed what just happened? She stood up amongst the chaos and, as her father had said, she knew what she had to do! She took the Crystal out of her backpack and held it out.

“Crystal, will you help in bringing this fight to an end?” she asked.

“I thought you would never ask!” the Crystal said. “By the way, I am glad you finally met your father and guardians.”

“How did you know?” Larissa looked at her fighting family and friends.

“I am your Crystal, what happens to you, I get to know,” he said. “Now, shall we finish off those werewolves?”

The magic inside Larissa swelled and as it grew, she felt powerful, able to do anything. Lifting the now twirling Crystal above her head, she felt its power.

“Shashice,” she breathed.

A white light illuminated the fight, and everything stopped. Ice shards flew from the Crystal like daggers, right into the werewolves’ hearts. Encased in ice, they stood. Larissa saw Ripaz, his eyes frozen wide in shock. She put the Crystal down and conjured up a moving ball of mud and stone. It swirled towards the statues and clung to them like glue. The werewolves then turned to dust. A small wind carried the particles away.

Everything and everyone was quiet, and all stared at Larissa in astonishment.

Larissa shrugged, and then, laughed. She put the Crystal back into her backpack. “Shall we carry on?” she said

“Well, now that you have saved the day, yes!” chirped the owl, who flew down to her arm. “I thought the fight was going to take forever!”

“But how did you...?” Marcaria asked.

Jake knew though and caught Larissa’s eye.

“Guardians,” his whisper sounded loud in her ear.

She didn’t know how he knew, but she had plenty of time to find out.

“I will explain later, Mum,” she said. “Right now, I just want to get out of this place!”

Therefore, the group moved on, praying for no more adventures just yet!

24

The group comprising of witches, bears, an owl, and the unisus’, all stood before the gates that lead to the dwelling of the Earth Spirits. The gates and walls had an unearthly feel, a place that looked so delicate that it seemed it should not be here. A calm sensation entered Larissa. Luille, who was now perched on Larissa’s shoulder, also seemed to be in awe at the pearly white entrance.

The walls however, were not made of bricks and stone, but of wisps of white smoke, that held the appearance of dancing animals, a forever-changing picture of illusion. Larissa stared, mesmerised.

The bears bowed their heads and sang a strange song, their deep voices resonating from the depths of their throats. The gates opened and the wisps of smoke became static. As Larissa entered the dwelling, she felt harmony. Here, the air was warm and comforting. She watched the witches take their coats off.

Something else that was remarkable was that it was very bright and earthy, like spring. Daffodils, rose bushes, lilies, lavender, and many other flower and plant species lined the sides of an immaculate lawn. This garden was truly magical. Above, Larissa gasped as the snowflakes petered out as they hit the ‘ceiling’ of the garden.

“The Earth Spirits prefer light and warmth,” said the Great Bear. “They are unable to tolerate the cold. Let me tell you that they are also highly intellectual, they bring peace and tranquillity to all creatures that guard Mother Nature, but those who fail to do so, they can make their lives become a kind of hell.”

Larissa and Jake shivered at hearing these words. “They have witnessed the destruction of the Aurora Borealis and this has weakened them. The Earth Spirits and

the Aurora Borealis are connected and share the same magic,” the bear continued.

“The Aurora Borealis is the mother of connections between the Earth Spirits and the spirits of the other planets in our galaxy, like a spider’s web,” said Mike. “Am I correct?”

“Yes, quite so,” said the Great Bear.

“How did you know that, Mike?” asked Jake, astounded.

It sounded ancient to him!

“Well, young man, I went to witches’ school,” Mike

chuckled, quite pleased with himself that he had remembered

parts of his education.

“If one part of the web is broken, the other threads

begin to weaken too,” Luille said as he flew to a tree, and

shook his right leg, then his left, and then flexed his wings. “I am getting too old for this much flying, oh my poor

wings.”

“So, not only is Earth in danger, but so are other

planets?” said Larissa.

The Great Bear nodded.

“I’m going to kill those Empire Witches!” Luille said

with contempt. Jake and Larissa laughed, it was quite a funny

thing to hear.

“That is our intention,” Marcaria said.

Larissa looked around the garden, expecting to see the

Earth Spirits come out to greet them, but she saw nothing. “Do they know we are here?” she whispered. She didn’t

know quite why she was doing that.

“Yes, they know. They are also aware that the Crystal is

with you. I can feel their excitement,” said the Great Bear. “But why can’t we see them? Won’t they come to meet

us?” she asked.

Take me out, the Crystal spoke from inside the backpack.

Only Larissa heard. She obeyed immediately. Upon taking

the Crystal out, she held it in her palm.

Everyone focused on the Crystal and Larissa, their

curiosity aroused.

“Can you see them?” she asked it.

The Crystal illuminated and whispered, “Yes. Please put

me on the ground,” he instructed.

Once the Crystal was set on the ground, it began to spin.

The smoke that made up the wall came forth and enclosed

the Crystal, enveloping and twisting around it like a mini

tornado. Some witches shouted and screamed in alarm,

jumping back, but the Great Bears, the unisus’, and the Owl

watched in calm fascination.

The Crystal began to expand upwards before their very

eyes, rendering the witches speechless. It expanded to the

full height of a human, taking the form of a man. He wore a

blue tunic and his long hair reaching his waist was tied into a

plait. His eyes were the colour of green flecked with grey, his

face resembling a Greek god, as Larissa had seen in books. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him much to the distaste of

Jake.

“I am Canopus - Witch Crystal, and Earth Spirit,” he

said. “Thank you for freeing me, Larissa.”

He walked to a wall that had four engraved images of

people. They looked similar to the Witch Crystal. Larissa

hadn’t noticed it before. Canopus raised his hands and

spoke, “Earth Spirit, come to thee, I have been released, I

am home, your brother, Canopus.”

He kneeled on one knee, and bowed his head. Larissa and

the others watched in stunned silence as four individuals

came out of the wall, and stood before Canopus. They wore

long tunics with a belt around the middle.

“You may stand,” said the tallest Earth Spirit. He, like

Canopus, had long hair down to his waist, only his was not

tied. “It is good to see you, boy. Let us embrace and rejoice!” Larissa looked at Jake, who shrugged. He didn’t know

anything about it. As the Earth Spirits embraced, Larissa

shouted, “Wait!”

Everyone looked in her direction. “Sorry, but this is just

too weird. I thought the Crystal was just a magical stone, not

a human. Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked Canopus. “I am not human, but a brother of the Earth Spirits. I

am sorry I did not inform you, Larissa, but I had to keep this

a secret until I was sure it was time. I waited many long years

to return to my natural state,” he replied. “I once guarded

the planet of Earth with my brothers. We were able to keep

Earth from evil as a group, filtering all those that entered. In

the Fifteenth Century, I and my brothers heard news that a

spirit guarding Zrotaz was coming to the end of her

journey.”

“You mean she was dying?” asked Larissa.

“Even Spirits have to die,” stated Canopus. “I was given

the task to aid her in her last few hours, to make her

transition back into the galaxy as peaceful as possible.” “What becomes of a spirit, once he or she passes away?”

asked Jake. He couldn’t see a spirit just turn into bones and

dust.

“The spirits become stars after ‘death’ and they rest

gracefully upon the galaxies, sometimes sending messages to

those who ask for it,” said Eveliyah.

“How did you become a Crystal?” asked Larissa. “That is an interesting question,” trilled Luille. “I want to

know that too.”

“I was coming to that,” said Canopus. “After the Spirit

moved on, I was on my way back to Earth, but I was

intercepted by a sorcerer. He was an evil one; I could smell

it. He wanted my magic, believing it would make him

immortal. There was a duel; he used black magic on me that

weakened my body. I was unable to fight back. However, his

spells backfired on him, and killed him.

“As for me, his final spell had turned me into a Crystal,

keeping me trapped and unable to leave the enclosure. I lay

on the cold ground for many years, undiscovered, just a

shiny stone gathering dust and debris. Then, one day, a

young witch came to where I was lying. I could sense her

greed like the other witch. She found me and took me back

to her castle. I wanted her to release me from my prison, so I

spoke to her. She didn’t seem at all surprised! She played

with me as if I was her toy; she pretended to become my

friend and promised to release me many times. I believed

her. However, that day never came.

“I watched her as, day by day, she grew to be a lovely

and pretty witch, but also strong. I overheard her plans to

take over the galaxy and have the witches of Zrotaz working

as slaves, who would be forced to obey her rules. One day, a

man entered the witches’ domain. I sensed he was a good

one and would help me. I also felt he was telepathic. I spoke

to him and he understood. It was night, and the witch was

asleep in her quarters. Senon entered at his own risk and

found the cupboard that I was kept in, unlocked. Was it

luck? I don’t know, but I felt the spirit whom I had set free, had helped me in this case. Senon took me and hid me in his home.” Canopus paused as his audience absorbed his story. The garden grew quiet.

Larissa then spoke, “That witch...was she the High Witch?

And that man, he was my father.”

“True and accurate on both accounts,” said Canopus. “When did you find out about me, and the prophecy?”

asked Larissa.

“It was a dark day, I remember it very well,” said

Canopus. “It was on the day the Empire Witches came to

take you, and the day your father sacrificed himself for us.

Your father spoke to me that very morning, telling me that

he believed he had found me because he had to take me to

you. He told me about this prophecy that had been made

many years ago.”

Marcaria came to stand next to Larissa, and took her hand

in hers.

“Did you know this?” Larissa asked her mother. “No, I was unaware,” said Marcaria.

“He loves you, Mum. I met him when we fought those

werewolves.”

“What do you mean? That’s just not possible!” Marcaria

looked into her daughter’s face. “He is...”

“I can’t explain it but somehow I was transported into

this new world. Father was there with four others. He said

he and his friends are my guardians,” Larissa said. “Larissa is telling the truth, Marcaria,” Canopus added.

“After Senon died, he was taken into another realm that we,

the Earth Spirits, know about. He was initiated into

Guardianship for his bravery and true sacrifice. He has been

looking out for Larissa these many years.”

Marcaria didn’t know what to believe.

It is true, Mum. I know it is hard to believe. He asked after you,

Larissa spoke telepathically.

I love you, darling. Thank you for telling me all of this, said

Marcaria. Tears started to well in her eyes.

“I’m sorry to bring up distressing memories, Marcaria,”

said Canopus.

“It’s quite alright, Canopus,” Marcaria smiled, and wiped

the corners of her eyes. “Please tell us the rest of your

journey.”

“But you already know that, dear Marcaria. It was you

who took us to Earth. I was elated when I realised I was

back home, and I waited until it was time to show myself,

when the signs showed themselves. Do you remember the

silver lining behind the sun, and the freak thunderstorms? It

was the Empire Witches’ doing, wasn’t it? You came to the

attic to check and see if I had matured. It was then that I

decided to show you some of my magic. It meant that I

would soon be free of my prison,” finished Canopus. “And

now, here I am.”

All the while Canopus was speaking; the Earth Spirits

listened intensely for they also wanted to know where their

beloved brother, Canopus, had disappeared.

“We thank you, Senon,” said the eldest Earth Spirit,

looking up to the skies. “Without you, we wouldn’t have our

brother back.”

The eldest Earth Spirit turned to face the witches and

the creatures.

“I am Krakus, and these are my brothers, Shempr and

Xixle. We are so grateful to you, Larissa, for returning our

younger brother to us. Now it is your turn, what can we do

for you?”

“Earth Spirits, we have come to you, in hopes that you

can show us the way. How do we repair the Aurora

Borealis?” asked Larissa.

Krakus pointed towards the wispy smoke wall. It then

split in the middle, showing a path in the horizon. Dark

mountains dominated the now indigo coloured sky. “That is where you must go.”

25

They stood on a hill, overlooking the expanse of country that housed the dangerous and foreboding Dark Mountains. It had stopped snowing now, and the clouds had moved on, allowing the moon to shine down brightly. A green and red hue shone around the mountains, the light reflecting on the snow-caps that tipped the Aurora Borealis.

“You will need to bring back the magic that was stolen from us, Larissa,” said Krakus. “Only that will repair the Aurora Borealis.”

“What is this magic? I don’t understand. How do I bring it back?” asked Larissa.

“You will journey to the Dark Mountains, where the Dark Spirits have hidden the stolen magic. The magic is bound inside a sphere. Beware, it will be protected by the strongest of charms that can harm you,” said Xixle.

“The Dark Spirits like to play games,” added Shempr. “They won’t be your usual school games either and they will use anything and everything to defeat you.”

“But how will I know what to do?” Larissa swallowed, trying to hide her fear.

“Canopus will accompany you, and will aid you in this dangerous task,” replied Krakus.

“I will also go with her,” Jake stepped in. “She won’t go alone.” What he wanted to say was she won’t go alone with Canopus!

Krakus looked at Jake. “Ah, very well then. You will go as her protector but I hope, not as a hindrance.”

“I take my duties seriously, sir,” said Jake, somewhat offended.

Krakus gave a slight nod.

“Please, let me accompany Larissa as well,” said Marcaria. “She is my daughter...”

Marcaria’s voice faltered as Krakus’ hand went up.

“It is against the rules for you to enter their realm, please forgive me, councillor Marcaria,” Krakus responded, and Larissa could see the regret in his eyes. “According to the rules, only three young ones will enter the Dark Mountains.”

“And naturally that would be Larissa, Canopus, and young Xyth, who has bravely volunteered. No one else will be allowed to enter their domain,” said Shempr.

“Do you mean to say that everybody else will have to remain behind?” Cyle asked. “We are magical creatures. We could fight any demons who try to stop Larissa from obtaining the magic.”

“If Larissa is trapped or finds herself amongst unwanted company, she has Jake and Canopus to help her. She is also a witch who has remarkable talent, which will only show when it is needed,” Xixle said.

Krakus stationed himself in front of Larissa, Jake, and Canopus. He chanted a spell, and three backpacks appeared, standing like tombstones.

“These bags contain everything you’ll need for this quest,” he said. “Now you must go. Good luck, Larissa. We all await your return.”

Suddenly, a long, swooping sound broke the moment of intensity, and everyone turned their faces towards the sky. It was Luille, who came to land on Jake’s shoulder.

“Well, someone could have woken me up,” he huffed. “Did I miss any fun?”

“Larissa, Jake, and Canopus are leaving for the Dark Mountains,” said the Great Bear.

“The Dark Mountains?” Luille shivered at the thought. “Well, I’m glad it’s not me! I must say, you are brave, Larissa. You know, my late wife ‘lives’ – I will use the word loosely – around that realm. You call her if you need her and tell her you know me, won’t you? She is very friendly and a little annoying too. But don’t tell her I said that!”

Larissa let herself a smile in spite of what lay ahead, “Thank you, Luille, I wish you could come with me.” She turned to her mother and hugged her tight.

“Don’t worry, darling. I know you can do this,” Marcaria said with tears in her eyes. “I will always be with you.”

Larissa understood that she meant that they could always communicate using telepathy, and she felt much better for it.

“And remember your guardians, Larissa. They will always be there if help is needed.” Canopus reminded her of her father, and the other four spirits that she had come to know of, only a few hours ago.

Larissa took a deep breath. “Thank you everyone.” She turned to her two companions. “Let’s begin this adventure.”

26

ZROTAZ

Zleus woke up to bright sunlight, as he lay under a strange tree. The tree bark was long and spindly, with extended, wide foliage leaning towards the sand.

However, he didn’t care, for he was enjoying its protection from the flaming sun. It was midday; he knew that by looking at the shadows, which were very short.

He stood up and stretched, and then remembered the giant rock people he had been speaking to, was that only last night? He was extremely thirsty and looked for the box that contained the water and food. He didn’t need to search far, for the box was sitting just a few feet away.

While he ate and drank his fill, Zleus watched the gentle lapping of the pink sea and felt quite alone. Where were his rock friends? Shouldn’t they be with him, making sure he was safe? How did he come to be sleeping under a tree? He was sure when he fell asleep that it was under the security of the rock people.

Zleus came out of his reverie when he heard beautiful music, his thoughts forgotten for a moment. A stunning sea animal swam towards him from the far depths of the sea. It was a kelpie – a water horse – he was sure of it.

Zleus knew it was a female for she wore her white mane in braids, and a crown that established her as The Queen. As she came to the edge of the shore, she turned into the form of a woman, dressed in a flowing dress made of flowers and leaves. Zleus wanted to talk to her, but something inside him told him to be careful; these creatures could not be trusted. Nevertheless, he was drawn to her and he couldn’t resist this pull.

“I have not seen you in these parts,” her voice was of silk and sounded of bells.

“I am new to this area,” he said.

She smiled, disarming all negative preconceptions he may have had about her. She held her hand out, and he took it.

“I want you to come with me,” she whispered.

Zleus nodded in mute agreement. He walked behind her, still holding her hand, truly mesmerized by her exquisite face and melodious voice. He felt the delicious coolness of the sea between his toes as they reached the water. He carried on walking until he was waist deep, when he heard loud shouting. The water around him swelled in huge waves. The kelpie gasped, and turned back into the sea horse. The rock people came crashing through the sea, as if it was a small pond.

The kelpie disappeared under the sea.

“No, wait! Please don’t go!” Zleus shouted after the Kelpie.

One of the rock people picked Zleus out of the sea, and put him on his shoulder, and carried him back to the beach with the other rock people following close behind.

The rock man put Zleus down on the sand as gently as a rock person could, considering his height and strength.

“Why on Zrotaz’s moon, did ya do tha’?” the rock said in frustration. “Dun’ ya know tha’ kelpie’ s ar’ dangerous, and nat ta be trusted?”

“Sorry, I just got side tracked,” said Zleus, feeling embarrassed.

“Dun’ ya know dey ooz theys beau’y ta ge’ ya?” said rock man number two. “’orrible, jus’ orrible creatures.”

“Well, where were you anyway?” Zleus challenged. “I thought you were supposed to be guarding me, making sure I don’t get kidnapped again!”

“We ‘ad business ta do,” said rock number one.

“Such as?” asked Zleus.

“Ar’ we ‘llowed ta tell ‘im ‘bout ‘er?” rock number two asked rock number one.

“Who is ‘she,’ and what are you talking about?” demanded Zleus.

“Ah, ‘ere dey come!” rock number one looked relieved, and he clapped his hands. Zleus covered his ears to what sounded like a huge stone piece breaking off a rock face.

He directed his eyes to where the rock people were pointing and saw a small group walking towards them. As they came near, he recognised them to be the Sacred Witch, Charm – the unisus, and Sanfa the centaur, who was walking beside a male centaur.

Zleus guessed he was the Tribe Head that Sanfa was referring to before his capture by the Merpeople. There was also an elf, who wore a rather long hat adorned with beads. Zleus guessed that he, too, was important.

The group of mismatched creatures and witch came to an abrupt stop, before the rock people and Zleus.

“Good afternoon, Zleus. Did you sleep well?” asked the Sacred Witch.

“Yes, thank you,” said Zleus. He wondered why they were exchanging pleasantries; it was rather odd.

“I am glad, and also relieved you are safe and with us now. Thank you, rock people, for helping us,” said the Sacred Witch. “You’re welcome, ma lady,” rock number one and two said together.

“Zleus, let me introduce you to the friends who all helped in bringing you to safety. The Tribe Head, Numpha, and the Chief Elf, Nanomyn. You have already met Sanfa,” the Sacred Witch smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Zleus.

“Likewise,” said Numpha.

Nanomyn greeted Zleus, who he didn’t hear at first, however a few moments later, his words boomed in his ear.

“I’m sorry about that,” said the Chief Elf. “We have different sound levels for different creatures, and I haven’t perfected it for witches. I’m sorry, Sacred Witch.”

The Sacred Witch took her hands away from her ears. “That’s quite alright, Nanomyn. Now, Zleus, we don’t have any time to lose. Abyliss has been in contact with me, and has told me that Larissa, Xyth, and Canopus – the Crystal – are going to journey to the Dark Mountains, to retrieve the stolen magic in order to repair the Aurora Borealis. We don’t know how long that will take, but we need to be ready with our own plan of attack against the Empire Witches, when the time comes.”

As the Sacred Witch was speaking, all Zleus could think of, was that Xyth, his brother, was going into the Dark Mountains, and who was Canopus?

“Zleus, are you there?” asked the Sacred Witch. Zleus snapped out of his thoughts.

“Sacred Witch, I don’t understand. Who is Canopus, and what are the Dark Mountains? I have heard of them, and I know they are dangerous, but why is my brother going? Did they force him?”

“He volunteered, Zleus, and I believe that to be very brave of him. I understand your worry for your brother, but he is a skilled witch and he will be able to help the girl. Canopus is the Witch Crystal and Earth Spirit, who was trapped in a form of a crystal for many decades. He has finally been released from his prison, and as per the prophecy, he will be aiding Larissa in obtaining the stolen magic. You should be very proud to have such a brother,” the Witch Crystal smiled.

“I am very proud of him, Sacred Witch, but also scared for him,” replied Zleus.

“And that is very natural,” she said. “It is time to meet the Sacred Witches of the North and South, and we must do so with haste. We will not travel to Eve’s Drop as planned, but we shall will meet them on Zrotaz’s sister planet, Saturn. Sanfa, Numpha, Nanomyn, and Cyle will accompany us to Saturn’s entrance sphere. But we must be careful and aware of the Empire Witches.” The Sacred Witch turned to the group. “Nanomyn, is the shuttle ready?”

“It is, Sacred Witch,” he replied.

“Then, we leave.”

27

Zleus and the small group of assorted creatures and witches, walked to the end of the beach and stopped. The Sacred Witch raised her arms and chanted a spell, then calmly waited.

Zleus, puzzled, also waited but for what, he didn’t quite know. Seconds later, the air began to ripple. Sparks flew from the movement in random spurts. It spread wide and tall, finally stopping to reveal a shuttle.

Whistling, Zleus walked around this shiny machine. It was white with silver, with windows at the top. Zleus assumed one could see for miles through them. He imagined comfort and luxury seating inside and couldn’t wait to board.

“The shuttle will take us to the sphere entrance that will lead us to Saturn. However, when we reach the entrance, we will board another shuttle, for the purpose to travel through the Space porthole,” the Sacred Witch explained. “Our friends will return here by this shuttle.”

“I will fly beside the shuttle,” Charm volunteered. “I will be able to foresee any dangers coming our way, thus informing you.”

“Very well, thank you, Charm.” The Sacred Witch nodded.

The door of the shuttle opened and everyone boarded, with Zleus being the first to enter. Charm waited until the shuttle rose into the air, then she flew ahead. The sun shone bright, and Zleus gazed out of the windows, feeling anxious, yet somewhat content. He felt he was lucky to be alive and thanked his good companions who had helped him.

“How was I rescued from the Merpeople?” he asked the group seated in front of him.

They sat in a circle, the Sacred Witch, Zleus, the Chief Elf, Sanfa, and the Tribe Head.

The interior was as fabulous as Zleus had imagined, airy and lavish. White, comfortable seats lined the sides and some were arranged in a circle. It was the loop they had all occupied, with the centaurs on soft foliage, which they preferred.

The Tribe Head spoke, “Sanfa came to me as soon as you were taken, Zleus. We wasted no time in calling the Chief Elf. It was vastly important that we got you out and away from the Chief Merman’s clutches quickly. I dread to think that they would have handed you over to the High Witch!”

“Why are the merpeople so evil?” Zleus asked, trying to understand. “When I was trapped in the bubble, I saw a community of them and a city. It was quite marvellous! They had normal lives; I saw children going to school, some even waved at me. They looked so friendly.”

“The city of merpeople is controlled hugely by the High Witch. She bought their trust and services a long time ago, when her influence over Zrotaz was low. She gave them a city that they always wanted, and it is the finest in the underwater world,” said the Chief Elf. “However, the High Witch had given them conditions that they were expected to adhere to. One mistake, the High Witch would overlook it, but the second mistake would not be forgiven.”

“When the bubble dispersed, the Chief Elf arrived in time to drag you out of the water,” said Sanfa. “He is able to breathe under water, a gift bestowed upon him by his ancestors. He is one of a kind. He put a charm upon you, so that when you went to sleep and so you could still breathe. There was a fight of course. The mer-guards didn’t take too kindly at this intrusion but the Chief Elf was stronger and much more nimble than they had expected. The guards used arrows and spears to fight with but elf magic is far more effective. No harm came to our friend.”

“What is elf magic?” asked Zleus, intrigued.

“It is something we witches can never obtain,” said the Sacred Witch. “It is ancient magic that dwells on the mind, and to defeat the mer-guards is quite something.”

The Chief Elf laughed, brushing her compliments away, “Please, Chrysies, you are being too kind.”

“Don’t be modest, Nanomyn, we value your help very much,” The Sacred Witch said.

“Then what happened?” Zleus’ curiosity was getting the better of him.

“Well, with the guards down, Nanomyn had to contend with the Chief Merman, the most powerful creature underwater. His influence reaches far and wide in the water world, very much like the High Witch,” the Sacred Witch said drily. “I must say the duel was magnificent, and yet deadly. The centaurs cannot breathe underwater, even with the use of magic, but they can see through the surface clearly, even in cloudy waters. The centaurs rained arrows into the sea, disarming the Chief Merman and the other guards he had summoned. They were all taken down. The Chief Merman was alone, and outnumbered. Unfortunately, he managed to swim away before Nanomyn was able to catch him.

“With you safely on land, the centaurs brought you to Golden Island where the rock people reside. Time was limited, and we needed transport. The Tribe Head was very helpful and handled matters by securing this shuttle.”

Zleus sat back in his seat, deep in thought, when the shuttle suddenly shuddered. He saw Charm fly up to his window, flustered. Strangely, he could hear her speak.

“Merpeople! They are attacking - ” Before Charm could finish her sentence, an arrow struck her.

“Charm! No!” Zleus flew out of his seat, throwing himself against the window. He saw her fall, red liquid spreading over her torso. His scream never left him. He stood there until she was just a red speck falling, falling...

“Zleus!” Sanfa was shaking him. “She is gone. I’m sorry, but we need your help!” The shuttle was shaking, and shuddering, and Zleus was frightened.

“What can I do?” he asked, desperately. The Sacred Witch opened the door of the shuttle, and high velocity air rushed into the cabin. Zleus managed to hold to grab hold of a seat and steadied himself.

The Sacred Witch had her eyes closed, her fingers cradling a crystal ball. She was chanting spells and as she did, the passengers of the shuttle were able to stand, without being pulled by the swift currents of air. The Sacred Witch used another spell to throw Zleus a bow and a quiver filled with arrows.

“Shoot!” she shouted.

Zleus stood at the open door and prepared his bow. He noticed everyone was holding some kind of weapon; the centaurs with bows and sharp-tipped arrows, and the Chief Elf with a satchel of stones that sparked every now and then. They began their attack on the Merpeople down below.

The shuttle gave another shudder as arrows and powerful spells from below hit, causing smoke and destruction. The shuttle began to drift its nose down, but then the aircraft lifted a second later. The Sacred Witch was controlling the shuttle, keeping it steady and still while it was flying!

Zleus jumped back as a table flew towards him, but his arm was gouged by its sharp metal edge as it landed on its side, ripping Zleus’ skin. Clear liquid washed down his arm. Zleus swayed, but managed to clamp his other hand over the wound. He staggered, feeling his arm weaken and go limp.

“Zleus!” Sanfa cried. “You’re bleeding! Your magic is draining!”

The Sacred Witch looked up in horror; her concentration was broken. The shuttle began to lean on its side. An invasion of spells smashed the windows, shattering glass everywhere.

The Chiefs ducked, as shards flew in their direction, momentarily causing them to stop their attack down below. Arrows flew into the cabin, then another spell blew the back section of the shuttle away, leaving a large gaping hole.

For dear life, everyone held onto something that was nailed down. The air rushed towards them, whipping around them in a frenzy. The shuttle tilted even further, and the crystal ball began to roll towards the hole. The Chief Elf yelled obscenities as the ball rolled away from his reach. Everyone watched in silent horror.

Amongst the blur, Zleus saw a huge bird fly into his vision, something very powerful and surreal. It was the Great Hawk, only heard of and never seen, yet, it was here. In its fierce claws, was the crystal ball! It cocked its head, and then released the ball, throwing it in the direction of the Sacred Witch. She caught it and grasped it tightly.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

The bird bowed and flew away. The shuttle began to plummet. The Sacred Witch threw all of her energy and magic into the crystal ball, shouting spells one right after another. They were levitation spells and more, to keep the shuttle from diving into the sea, but it didn’t seem to be working. The shuttle fell...they all were going to die!

Zleus’ thoughts travelled to Xyth. He needed to see him, to warn him! Suddenly, he was there.

A window opened, and he saw Xyth somewhere dark. He was walking with a girl and a boy. Then Xyth looked straight at him!

“Xyth!” Zleus yelled.

Xyth came close to the window. “Zleus?”

Xyth put his hand on the window, trying to find a way in, but it was not possible.

“Are you in trouble? Brother, you are bleeding!”

“I will be fine. Listen, I need you to look after mother,” said Zleus.

The girl saw the wound, and without thinking if she could do it, she put her hands on Xyth’s arm, exactly where Zleus was injured. Zleus looked down at his arm, it was healing! His strength had returned and his magic too. How was that possible?

“Thank you,” he said to the girl. She smiled and the window of communication began to close. “Wait, how can I reach you again?”

“Think of Xyth and in times of need, the window will open,” the girl echoed.

Zleus watched as the window closed.

Everyone looked at him and back at the space where the window had been, shocked. Zleus shrugged.

He noticed the shuttle wasn’t falling anymore but was now rising higher and moving forwards. They had left the merpeople at last!

“Was that the girl, Larissa, whom we are protecting and helping to reach Zrotaz safely?” he asked the Sacred Witch.

“Yes, she has proved to be very special,” the Sacred Witch spoke.

With the merpeople now far behind them, the rest of their journey carried on without any incidents, and Zleus was able to close his eyes, thinking of Xyth and the girl who had healed him.

* *

The shuttle began to drop beneath the clouds. Zleus saw a wide expanse of barren land, which seemed nothing more than sand. The shuttle set down softly. As the group walked out of the damaged transport, the sun sparkled above. The Sacred Witch stopped ahead.

“The sun will dip and stay above the horizon, just for a minute,” she said. “The sphere vortex will then open, and you and I, Zleus, will enter where another shuttle will be waiting for us.”

“How long do we have?” Zleus asked.

“Fifteen minutes.” The Sacred Witch turned to their remaining friends. “It is sad that we have lost a great friend

and warrior, Charm. I will send word to Abyliss.” She hesitated, looking at the damaged shuttle. “Do not worry about that,” the Tribe Head said,

following her gaze. “We will repair it. We have enough magical knowledge between us to complete the task, what do you say Sanfa, and Nanomyn?”

Everyone nodded their agreement.

“Thank you,” smiled the Sacred Witch, “for

accompanying us. We are very grateful.”

Zleus remembered something. “Sacred Witch, what happened to the other witch councillors, who travelled with us in the first instance?”

“My dear Zleus, I think you can call me Chrysies now,” she said. “To answer your question, after you and Charm were taken down by the Merpeople, we circled the area. We reached you and Charm just in time, and took you to the Centaur’s village. I released the councillors and ordered them back home. They have been keeping a close eye on the Empire Witches and their sordid activities.”

“Will they come for us here?” Zleus was worried.

“No, I have set charms around us to ward off any unwelcome disturbers,” the Sacred Witch said.

The group waited quietly, watching the horizon as the sun dipped, and then hovered, just as the Sacred Witch had said it would. A few gasped as a vortex appeared before them, spinning in an accumulation of colours. It slowed down to a stop a few moments later.

“It is time,” the Sacred Witch bowed to the centaurs and the elf, and they bowed back. Then she looked to Zleus and held out her hand. He took it, and they entered the sphere.

28

EARTH

Jake stepped back from the window as it closed, and they were back to seeing only the woodland.

“What was all of that?” he said.

Larissa looked at her hands, bewildered as much as Jake. “I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know how I did it!

Jake, was that your brother, Zleus?”

“Yes, and you healed him,” said Jake in a grateful tone. Larissa turned her hands, palms facing up, and then she

turned them over again. She shook her head in amazement. “You were not completely conscious.” Canopus had

been observing the healing with interest. “Your

subconscious brought the special power to the forefront, when it was truly needed. Zleus was injured and he thought he was going to die. It can happen this way when an individual believes his last mortal moments have arrived. Signals are sent through airwaves to the one they are

thinking of, and in this case, it was Xyth.

“We have such ‘windows’ all around us, but we aren’t

able to see them. They only open in the presence of high

power and the vital need of the individual to reunite with

their loved ones. Zleus thought he was going to die, and his

need to see his brother one last time was imperative. I

believe he was not aware of this powerful source that

allowed him to see his brother, and he definitely had no

inclination that he would be healed.”

“So, Larissa was the high power that assisted in the

opening of the window?” asked Jake.

“Yes, again, a subconscious act on her part,” explained

Canopus.

“That’s amazing,” Jake was gobsmacked.

“Naturally!” Canopus half smiled. “Let us move on, we

still have a long way to go.”

“I miss him,” Jake said quietly, as he walked beside

Larissa. Canopus was a bit of a distance ahead. “I also miss

my mother. They are all that I have left.”

“I can understand,” said Larissa. “Jake, why do you think

Zleus thought of you in his perceived last moments and not

your mother?”

Jake thought about it, then said, “Zleus and I are very

close. When we grew up, we watched the wrong doings of

the High Witch and the detestable use of her power against

all the witches. Our father and mother taught us to look after

one another and ourselves at a young age and those values

never left us. Without one, the other is weak.”

“You are very lucky to have each other,” Larissa said. “I

don’t have any siblings, but I have my best friend - who I

found out was a witch too – she’s like my sister and I intend

to rescue her from the cruel hands of the High Witch! Zleus is brave and I am sure he will rescue your mother. You just

have to believe it yourself.”

The two friends walked in silence as they stepped on

twigs and bark, sometimes jumping over large scraggly

pieces. The sounds of their trekking echoed around them.

Canopus, on the other hand, walked on without making any

noise.

Larissa’s mind wandered over to her mother and

everyone else waiting for their return. She wondered when

that would be, and she felt a little guilty for leaving them

behind. However, what choice did she have? As she walked,

she didn’t realise when Jake left her side. She was too

engrossed in remembering the Earth Spirit’s words, ‘Only

three can enter the Dark Mountains.’ She sighed, that was

that then. Looking up at the sky, she watched the Aurora

Borealis dancing, but she could also see the holes, even from

there. Were they getting bigger or were her eyes deceiving

her?

Sheeshax.

A white blur sped past them, leaving a trail of mist behind. Fixela.

Another white blur.

Phexa.

And another.

Unfamiliar voices echoed in Larissa’s mind, getting

louder. She pushed her hands to her ears, turning around in

circles as the white shadows continued shifting past her in a

blur of activity. The voices wouldn’t stop! Larissa closed her

eyes and crouched, as the painful whispers became

unrelenting.

“Go away!” she screamed.

The voices came to an abrupt stop. Larissa opened her

eyes and took her hands away from her ears. She came to

silence. There were no white shapes anymore...but where

were Jake and Canopus?

“Jake?” she whispered, “Canopus?”

Only silence greeted her. Larissa was frightened, where

were they? Had those shapes taken them?

“Canopus!” she yelled this time. “Jake! Where are you?” Larissa stumbled in the dark, going through thick foliage

and around giant sized trees. She heard howls in the distance,

hooting, and growls. Her stomach churned. She didn’t like

this at all, where had the two gone?

Larissa walked deeper into the woodland, treading

cautiously on the brown earth. Her senses were alert, but her

heart was anxious and terrified.

Sheeshax. The white blur was back.

Fixela,

Phexa.

The voices overrode each other, so that Larissa was

unable to understand. The white blurs became a mass of

ghostly mist, obscuring her vision. Larissa walked around

blind, with her arms out in front. She tried to find a way out

of this nightmare.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

“We want to stop you,” one said, its voice thin and

raspy.

“From what?” She saw a pair of eyes in the smoke and

she stepped backwards, her foot colliding with a thick fallen

branch that made her fall over.

Larissa screamed as arms that she couldn’t see, held her

down. She kicked and twisted, however, they didn’t let go.

She was locked in their hold.

“Larissaaaaa...” the thing spoke, “You are forbidden to

reach your destination. You must stay with usssss...You have

magic that no one else has, we must take you.”

“No! Please, please, let me go!” Larissa tried to summon

a release spell or something that would make them withdraw,

but she was weak against the monsters. “Why am I

forbidden to go to the Dark Mountains? Answer me!” There was a prolonged cruel snicker, and Larissa

screamed.

“Stop! You are hurting me!”

At last, Larissa managed to yell out a spell, one that she

had never used before, one that she never knew existed. The

effect was colossal. The earth underneath her shook with

vengeance. Trees collided with other trees, plummeting to

the ground. The heavens above opened, rain crashed down

around her, thunder boomed and lightning lit the skies. The mists that were holding her down rose up, and

swirled, they seemed to be livid. They went into a ‘dance.’

Larissa’s eyes watered as a ‘hand’ grabbed her throat,

choking her. Her own hands tried to wrench them off her,

but to no avail.

“Oh, Father!” she breathed, as she felt her heart slowing. “I am here, dear daughter,” Senon spoke.

He stood before her, in the mist, undeterred. The rain,

thunder, and lightning stopped, and the white hands were

forced to release her throat.

“Remove yourself from this place!” his voice thundered.

“You have no right in this part of the woods. Away with

you!”

There was an eerie scream and the white mist figures

dispersed. Larissa was astonished but relieved. She touched

her throat; it was tender. Warmth came over her as she

found her father’s arms enveloping her.

“Father, thank you!” Larissa cried. “I was lost...scared...I

didn’t know what else to do but call you.”

“I am your guardian, as well as your father. When you

call me, I will always be here for you, sometimes only in

spirit.”

“Who were they?” Larissa looked into Senon’s face. “They were the ghosts of the Numan woods,” Senon

replied.

“Why were they trying to kill me?”

“They were not trying to kill you, but were trying to

subdue you, and take you to their abode. Your fear of them

was making it extremely difficult to do that,” Senon

chuckled.

“I don’t understand,” said Larissa.

“It is a myth that ghosts feed on fear. They fear ‘fear’

itself, as it makes their work harder than it already is. The

ghosts of Numan steal magic and take it to the Dark Spirits.

Your magic will add more substance to their control over the

surrounding mountains and, in effect, help the High Witch.” “That High Witch is behind this?” Larissa asked,

incredulous.

“She has tried but the Dark Spirits do not like orders,”

said Senon. “Larissa, beware, this is just one of the ‘games’

the Dark Spirits will throw at you.”

“And this was one of their games?”

Senon nodded his head in confirmation, and then said,

“They sent the ghosts, to know more about you and your

capabilities. They were testing you, as you are, after all, their

opposition. The stolen magic will not be handed over to you

on a plate, but will be made very difficult indeed to get hold

of. I must say, Larissa, your spell that made havoc of the

weather, was admirable.”

“It was all I could think of at that moment,” said Larissa. Senon walked to a tree. He turned to look at his

daughter.

“You do look like your mother so much,” he said.

Larissa could see tears in his eyes. “We always knew you

were special.” Senon began to walk away.

“Father, where are you going? I need you, you can’t leave

me,” Larissa’s voice cracked. “Please, stay for a moment

longer.”

“I wish that was possible,” Senon said softly. “But my

duties are completed here. I must move on. Until we meet

again, dear daughter...”

Senon’s figure became transparent until he disappeared. Tears ran down Larissa’s face. She wanted more of him,

to see him and talk to him. Would she ever get to know him?

Footsteps thundered towards Larissa. When she blinked her

tears away, she saw two concerned faces.

“Larissa, are you alright?” Jake touched her arm; it

comforted her.

“I think so,” she said.

“Who was that cloaked man? Was he trying to hurt

you?” Jake asked hurriedly.

“That man was my father, my guardian,” Larissa said and

smiled briefly. Larissa told Jake and Canopus what

happened, which left them speechless.

“Well, aren’t any of you going to say something?” Larissa

asked, somewhat annoyed at their lack of reaction. Canopus responded, as Jake still seemed to be perplexed. “I wish I was present to have met him again, in my real

form,” he said.

“I hope you will one day, Canopus,” Larissa gave a

watery smile.

Canopus cleared his throat, “Well, we must carry on.

Jake, shall we?”

Jake snapped out of his reverie. “Er, yes...blimey, that

was your father!”

Larissa laughed.

“Larissa,” said Jake. “You did well out here, and I liked

your freak weather too. I’m glad it wasn’t the Empire

Witches this time! Although...you do have the knack for it,

considering they are your ancestors.” He ducked as Larissa

threw a stone at him.

“I have a question,” said Larissa a little later as they

walked out of the woods. “When the ghosts arrived, where

did you two disappear off to?”

“They took us by surprise,” Canopus said. “We were

pushed out of the woods by the mist, and it formed a dense

wall. We couldn’t see anything or hear you. Only when the

mist cleared at last, did we see you.”

“But that doesn’t make sense. The mist cleared once,

and then this time. Why didn’t you see me the first time?”

Larissa tried to make sense of it.

However, she didn’t receive an answer for she stopped

abruptly, looking at a dangerously swaying bridge. It looked

very long and old, made of iron and wood. Larissa thought it

looked quite medieval. On the other side of the bridge, loomed very tall mountains, lit up by a lava flow directly

underneath the crossing.

“Is this it?” Larissa watched the angry red river licking

the banks. She wondered why everything had not

incinerated.

“Yes, this is it,” an owl, looking a lot like Luille, was

perched on the iron rail of the bridge. “Welcome to the Dark

Mountains.”

“Are you Luille’s dead wife?” Jake guessed.

“Jake, that is not a nice thing to say!” Larissa hissed. “That’s alright, Larissa. I am dead as any dead bird can

be,” she said merrily. “I’m Clare. I just visited my husband

and he told me about you. He asked me to look after you, so

here I am!”

There was a sudden roar and the lava river erupted,

spitting hot, rock size pellets into the sky. Some landed on

the bridge, but miraculously it didn’t burn but merely sizzled

out.

“That’s weird,” said Jake.

“That is not normal lava, my friend,” said Clare. “It is

black magic. The Dark Spirits know you have arrived. They

seem to be excited. You can cross the bridge with me. I

assure you, it is perfectly safe.”

Not feeling too confident of Clare’s assurance, all three

witches looked at the red river of death. The words, ‘the

Dark Spirits like to play games’ echoed in Larissa’s mind

again, and she swallowed.

“I’ll go first,” she said.

THE END

COMING SOON

Witches of Zrotaz, Book 2 Games of the Dark Spirits

The Dark Spirits beckon her; entice her. They want to play games. Come along Larissa, and let us have some fun... Larissa must take the stolen magic back from the Dark Spirits, only then will she be able to repair the Aurora Borealis.

The games are dangerous and complicated and the trio find their task gets harder as they move deep into the Dark Mountains. What will they bump into? Whom will they come upon?

Zleus and the Sacred Witch of the East are set to travel to Saturn, the sister planet of Zrotaz. However, their journey through the sphere is far from smooth, as they encounter an attack from the Empire Witches!

Zleus and the Sacred Witch of the East race to reach Saturn; will they be able to help Larissa from an attack from the Empire Witches in time?

COMPETITION STORIES

I have had the great privilege of working with a group of enthusiastic 9 year olds from my hometown.

They entered a competition of Best Fantasy story, with one winner, and two runner-ups. Here are their stories!

WINNING STORY

HAUNTED

BY DARIS

The wolves were howling and the trees were twisting and twirling with strong winds. Due to bad weather, we lost our way in the forest. Across the mist, we saw an abandoned mansion covered in entangled vines. We were extremely exhausted and required a place to rest for a while.

The mansion looked very spooky nethertheless and we cautiously entered the mansion unaware of the hidden dangers. The roof was covered in cobwebs and fungi. The stairway seemed to spiral up leading to nowhere. All of a sudden, the door shut behind us. We were trapped inside with no way out. The wall had a sign that read every 15 minutes one person dies. Everyone froze with fear. Five minutes had already passed.

Another ten minutes was left for the mansion to claim its first victim. Meanwhile my friend and I explored the place to find our way out of the mansion. The mansion appeared bigger than expected. We began to fear for our lives.

There had been rumours that the mansion was previously used as a mental asylum. The mental asylum was closed down when the inmates were massacred by one of the staff. It is since then converted into a mansion, but it has been said that whoever entered the mansion died in a mysterious way.

The mansion has been abandoned for a very long time. As we were pondering over the history of the mansion, the lights went off for a brief second and there was a loud menacing scream. The mansion had claimed its first victim. We had to get out of the mansion before it claimed its next victim. As we were exploring, we came upon a map framed on the wall. The map was a blue print of the mansion, which showed all the exit points which we explored except the one in the basement. Without wasting any time, we all headed to the basement, as we had little time before we lost another member.

There were many obstacles in our way and our journey was no way easy to the basement. At this moment, the map was the most valuable piece of information. According to it, the map was beneath the library.

The library was on the other side of the mansion and it looked like a never ending journey towards the library. We had to pass through the corridors that never seemed to end. Time was running out, it appeared as though the corridor was expanding. It took ten minutes to reach the library.

I recalled when we entered the house; there was a door that led to the basement. It was certainly a quick way but it appeared a bit risky, which had to be taken in order to get out of the mansion. The doorway led to the kitchen, which then led to the basement where we could escape. Having everything planned, we set off down the passageway which I found.

When we checked the map, we noticed it started to change as we went through the passageway. I wasn’t surprised. As we were walking we saw a trapdoor and heard a ring. Our fifteen minutes were over. Even before we realised it, we heard someone fall through the trapdoor.

We all shivered in shock. We had to reach the library as quick as possible. We ran as fast as we could, avoiding all the hidden traps. Later on, we noticed the library was on top of us, so we had to be in the basement. We searched around the place and saw a door. We went towards it cautiously and opened it. There was only ten more seconds until the mansion had its final victim. We all ran up the stairs, and saw daylight. We ran in relief. We were never going near that mansion ever again! THE END

RUNNER – UP

THE CROCOPISH CREW AND THE MISSION TO MARZIPAN

BY RIO AND JAYDEN

The Crocopish crew were a top space crew who were sent from Marzipan to study space. They had been to different planets such as Jupiter, Leiner, and Pluto! They had never been to planet Earth. One day, they went there but they weren’t not supposed to!

It was just an ordinary day, they had work every Tuesday, and they were just normal astronauts. Everyone on their home planet thought it was brilliant to be an astronaut but the Crocopish crew hated their job. They were very famous in their home planet, Marzipan. Everybody knew who they were but everyone laughed at their names. In the crew, there were five members: Wrecking Dave, Crocopish, S.N.O.G, Dr. Porkchopper and Bob Nuggets.

When a Tuesday came, they would get their space suit on and drive to the space launch pad, ready for their next mission.

* *

It was Tuesday. They all woke up and immediately went to the space centre, ready for their next mission into space. Their mission was to collect the magic potion from Mars. The Crocopish crew collected potions and magic from each planet in space, they only had one last planet to visit from Mars and Neptune.

They all had arrived at the space centre, just ready to get into the spaceship and they had all their potions and equipment ready for space. In the spaceship, there wasn’t much, only a long row of cabinets and seats with a control panel.

On the planet Marzipan, the Crocopish crew are human sized but when they are not on Marzipan, they have to shrink themselves so they cannot be discovered and seen. They keep themselves and their planets very secret.

* *

When they were all in the Hammerhead spaceship, Bob Nuggets made sure that all the potions were stacked and had all of their lids on because if the potions spilled, it would shrink the spaceship! They had to keep a gravity potion on them so they could exit the ship in space.

The ship went off. S.N.O.G had started it, while Dr. Porkchopper got the gas going. The spaceship went off but there was a massive bang! Crocopish and S.N.O.G saw the shrinking potion break and all the potion poured on them, shrinking them and the ship. The air turned blue and green. They were heading to Earth!

* *

There they were, stranded on Earth, with no spaceship and no source of flight. The Crocopish crew got up from some old, rusty pile of wood – it was a fireplace! They were lucky they hadn’t landed in fire! They slowly realised that they were in a house. In there home planet Marzipan, they had the houses but there were only like rooms. Here, it was like a palace! They were the same size as a small cup but without the potion, they were like a human size. The crew explored the living room by looking under the stairs and cabinets. There was an old tree in the house, an old Christmas tree decorated with lights. They were looking at it, amazed.

But suddenly, a human came into the room. The Crocopish crew dived under the sofa, and waited until she left. Wrecking Dave noticed something in the other room. It was a toy rocket. All they had to do was to get it with some magic.

* *

Now the Crocopish crew had a plan, they would get the rocket and use their gravity potion and they can float as high as it wanted. They could use a different object but a rocket size was perfect!

All members of the crew had a spare potion but Dr Porkchopper always had two, so he could give the rocket more gravity.

They did it! They stole the rocket and dragged it outside into a bush and then everybody got on it. They were going up in space. Hopefully, nobody saw them.

* *

The toy rocket floated higher and higher until it reached Space. All they had to do was tilt it. The gravity potion will always reach up to Space as there is no gravity, so it will float and won’t get any higher. But now, how do they go down? How would they go down when there is no gravity?

The crew all had a spare potion – water. The water would stop the current potion. If they drank the water, the gravity potion would be gone! So the crew drank the water potion, and they fell to Marzipan. Wrecking Dave got his rope ready to swing to safety. Yes, wrecking Dave did have a rope, after all his whale body was attached to a rope.

He swung his rope like a construction truck, his rope clipped to a sign, safe and sound and they got down on land. Mission accomplished but failed after all as they were supposed to go to Mars, but they were back on

Marzipan...safe and sound.

THE END

RUNNER – UP

THE HOLY GRAIL

BY MOHAMMAD AND ROHAN

My name is Leo. I am from London, England. In the forest, I found my magical best bud, Spike, a miniature dragon who can fly at 105mph. His neon blue fire can light up a whole city of darkness. My pet horse, who I love with all my might, has steel claws which can climb anything. Her name is Speedy.

I am obsessed with the Holy Grail, a cup with power to make you immortal. For the past few nights, I have had the same reoccurring dream! A voice kept saying it is real and showing a cup. When I wake up, a map is on my desk. I knew it was a map to get the legendary Holy Grail...now that has brought me here...

NEEEEEIGH! Speedy jumped on to her hind legs and off he went! Across the rocky path towards the mountain where the Holy Grail will be. I always travel with Spike on my shoulder because as long as I help him he will help me. The whole forest was light and calm, nothing was out of place, the trees swayed from side to side, the wind gently blew the leaves, and the relaxing rays of sun peeked through the clouds.

SUDDENLY, an arrow flew across my face! Attached to it was a tag. It read ‘Watch out!’ signed The DEVIL.

CRASH! Down the mountain, came a huge boulder. Quickly, Speedy turned around and ran like lightening striking a tree. Spike fell off my shoulder! He was about to get crushed by the boulder! Speedy skidded around! Despite being petrified, she ran over for me to pick Spike up, but Spike ran up my arm to my shoulder. We turned to gallop into the bushes.

“Phew!” I said, gasping for breath.

We missed it by an inch. I thought back to the arrow, was it the mythical devil, his mighty Cyborg Minotaur and their undead army?

We carried on, however, now the pathway had been wrecked by the rolling boulder. The eerie forest glared at us. It looked like someone was watching our every move. Silently we crept through the forest, keeping a close eye on everything that surrounded us. Then it suddenly became very hot. Behind, is was daylight which had not been there before. It was coming closer! Like a fire maybe!

WHOOOOSHH! As soon as Speedy heard the word Fire, we shot like a cannon ball whizzing through the air. Over the grass and under fallen trees, which nearly took my head clean off. All of a sudden we stopped! The fire had surrounded us! WHOO! Someone flew across my face grabbing me! Another grabbed Speedy and Spike off the ground. The third one poured water over the fire. I thanked the strangers and they told me their names. The leader spoke in a deep male voice.

“My name is Ceaser and this is Colt and Dnok. We are centaurs from the planet Xonek.”

“We’re looking for mount Shantine,” I said nervously.

“This way,” he replied.

We followed them to the edge of the mountain.

* *

We were half way up the mountain using Speedy’s steel claws. We looked down to say goodbye but they had vanished! Quickly, Speedy scrambled to the top and we took it the most astonishing views before skidding down with a colossal crash landing! In front of us was a huge dimensional portal. Without a thought, we stepped inside!

A massive volcano was barfing out rocks and lava. There was the Holy Grail and next to it the DEVIL! His large Cyborg Minotaur towered over us!

“BWA HA HA HA! You are doomed!” cackled the DEVIL. “Not yet!” I shouted.

Just at that moment, an army of centaurs rushed towards the devil’s army. I thanked Ceaser for helping me out. Suddenly arrows rained over us. A battle had begun! The battle was deadly and many soldiers died! Swords clashed together as the faint cries of hurt warriors disappeared into the distance...it was me and the DEVIL left. He pulled out his sword and charged towards me. I picked up a sword but Spike saw him and breathed a blast of neon blue fire. The DEVIL burnt to ashes. We had won!!! I rushed over to the grail and poured my bottle of water into it. I had become immortal. I helped some of the injured centaurs by pouring the Holy Grail’s water into their mouth. I turned around to help Ceaser but he vanished just like when we were at the mountain! I stepped through the portal once again and I was transported to the top of the mountain. It was over!

THE END

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