Naevah
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The sabbath was almost upon Dathomir. The Fanged God would soon be forced to relinquish control of the spiritual plane to The Winged Goddess, and on the longest night of the year the veil between both worlds would be at its thinnest. For witches, it would be a time to embrace the gifts that the spirits had bestowed upon them; the pulse of the ichor that flowed through their veins stronger than at any other time of the year.
Yet Naevah found that there was hardly anything to celebrate. It seemed the Nightsister Clan had never been weaker. Their numbers decimated to a fraction of the size the coven Mother Sycorax had been leading. The savage onslaught they had endured at the hands of a Sith had left scars so deep that five centuries had to suffice to heal them.
All hopes were not lost. The solstice was the day most young witches discovered that they possessed the gift, or so Naevah had been told, for she had never witnessed an infant being touched by the spirits. After the massacre, the unified clan had divided into several smaller covens. The latter would limit contacts between one another to a minimum to guaranty their survival in the event of a second attack.
Decided to aid fate, Naevah had prepared a special rite. She hoped that her call to lost witches would be heard in all corners of Dathomir, and that the spirits would intercede in her favor to the Twin Deities.
She had traced a circle in the sand under the red night sky, and ground together a sprig Rinor and the bud of a Snowbark tree's flower that had never seen the light of day. Kneeling in the center, the pestle resting next to the ashen gray mortar in front of her, Naevah began chanting. "Kracht van de heksen neemt toe"
The faint floral aroma of her little concoction rapidly engulfed her surroundings."Natuurlijk ongezien door de lucht"
A comforting luminescent green mist started protruding through her pores and she guided it around the circle toward the stars. "Kom naar mij die je dichtbij roept" Magnified, her voice echoed around the clearing.
There is no going back now, she thought. Grabbing her ceremonial blade with her right hand, she guided it to her left palm and lacerated the surface of her skin. Where blood should have rushed through her wound, a vaporous substance, a condensed form of the misty ichor that had been previously summoned, trickled onto the freshly ground herbs. Repressing a lament of pain, Naevah concluded her incantation. "Kom naar me toe en vestig je hier."
Suddenly, a flash of vibrant green light blinded Naevah. And then everything was still. The sounds of the wilderness had all been silenced, as though muffled by the intensity of the energy that had been unleashed.
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