Frederic-Shadow Man-12
“The evil that runs through you. Will soon cease to exist, and your body will crumble to dust.” The old one spat.
“I’m going to have fun with you old woman!” The creature said. Looking down and licking her lips.
Just as the young one. Went to grab a fistful, of the old ones hair. The old witch lashed out. With one of the leather strips. Wrapping it around the creatures wrist. The tiny spikes, nestled into the cold flesh.
“Ego quaerere favent ex quod arboribus congelo haec malum ante mihi!” The old ones voice echoed over the forest.
The creature froze, eyes glazed, and mouth agape. Her razor like teeth, reflecting off of the dim moonlight.
“Who’s laughing now?” The old woman cackled. She slowly stood, and fastened the other end of the leather strap. To the creatures other wrist. She then pulled the other strap from her pocket, and fastened it around the young ones neck.
“That’ll hold ya.” The old woman let out a sigh. “It ends soon.” She said searching around for a suitable piece of wood.
“Ah. There we go. The forest always provides. If asked kindly.” She lifted up, the piece of wood. She swung it as hard, as her old body allowed. The other end of the make shift club. Made contact with, the young ones jaw. The shock of the impact, vibrated up the club, and tingled the witches fingers. It took two solid hits. To dislocate the creatures jaw. The young one remained perfectly still. During the assault. She uttered not a sound, as her jaw drooped.
“ That’s so you don’t get any ideas, of calling the others. I know it will heal eventually. But I hope to have you, and the shadow cast back to hell. Before that can happen.” The old one said. As she picked up the other end, of the leather strap. That dangled from the creatures neck, and led her into the forest.
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The forest was silent. Except for the sound of, the old ones labored breathing. The snow was still falling, and ankle deep. As she pulled the young one. On to her final destination.
She and her captive. Made their way out, of the forest. The creature followed silent, and sluggish. As they made their way, over to a building still under construction. When finished it would, be the place of worship, for the town.
“Here we are.” The old one said, and pulled the young one. Into the unfinished insides, of the church.
She located some discarded rope, and quickly fastened the creature. To the unfinished alter. There the young one laid. Silent and slack from the effects, of the weakening spell.
The old one scattered a yellow dust, around the alter. She spoke a quick imprisonment spell. The made her way quickly, into the village. The part that she dreaded, most was still at hand .She silently made her way, around the quiet village. When suddenly she heard. The faint sounds of a baby’s cry. It took her several tries. Before finding the shack, that contained the whimpering infant. She cast a spell of slumber, upon the residents of the shack. The cries of the baby fading. As it fell back into a restful sleep. The baby’s parents still wrapped up, in their dirty blanket. Snored peacefully in their bed. She grabbed the warm bundle from it’s cradle, and made her way back to the church.
The young one was still, fastened to the alter. The old one limped quickly. To the creatures body. She placed the baby by the creatures feet, and quickly set to work. Pulling out a small knife. She stabbed the young one in the stomach. She dragged the knife a couple of inches, before withdrawing it. It was hard to see the color, of the sand. That spilled out of the laceration. Due to the lack of light.
She then picked the infant up, and sunk the knife into it’s soft belly. She held it’s body over. The creatures wound, and watched the baby’s blood. Fall and disappear, into the creature. With tears running down her cheeks. She spoke.
“Apud innocens sanguis ego pellere haec malum rusus ut umbra!”
The young ones body violently shook. Then fell silent. Little by little the remains, fell to dust, and were blown away by the cold winter wind. She laid the body, of the child beneath the cross. That was leaning against the unfinished wall, and limped her way back into the forest.
She was found days later, and dragged back to the village. They questioned her, about the baby’s remains, and about the various colors of dust. They had found in her, little bag of belongings. The town council voted that, the old one was a witch. So they set up a stake at the end of town, and watched as she burned.