SCHOOL OF MAGICAL ENLIGHTENMENT

HOPE HAS ARRIVED

The enchantress found herself standing before a tunnel that led to a beautiful golden gate that opened into a beautiful golden city that was situated above the clouds.

'Where am I? Where is my baby?,' she asked herself looking around her, seeing no one.

'You stand on the crossroad between life and death,' she heard a sonorous voice behind her. She turned around and found a handsome man standing behind her.

'Who are you?,' she asked but the man did not respond, he stood staring intensely at her.

'I am just an observer and you are a very interesting soul.How have you been able to exist on earth without my knowledge?' he asked touching her hand. She tried to snatch her hand away but his grip tightened. He closed his eyes for sometime while she struggled to have him release her. He released her but his smile became sinister and his eye turned red.

'So its you. You're the one he's been hiding, You are much smaller than I imagined,' the man said smiling.

'Who are you?' she asked

'Get away from the woman Lucifer!' she heard a male voice behind her and turned around to find and angel flying towards them with a blazing sword.

'Always the party popper, that one,' Lucifer said casually before turning back to her.

'I thought you were only a myth spoken of in whispers, the mother of the free born nephilim. Now that I know you are real, I will take your child from you. Now wake up, you must wake up, little bird. WAKE UP!'

She jolted back into consciousness as a strong pungent smell hit her nasal senses.

'Thank God,' cried elder Ellis as she pulled back a small bottle, giving it to an attendant behind her.

'My lady, I need you to give me a big push now. The baby is coming out.' said the midwife that stood between her open legs.

She looked around her and saw that the white witches still stood watch around her, keeping up the wards to protect her.

'Push my lady, push!'

She closed her eyes and pushed with all her might until she heard a baby's cry. Tired, she landed on the soft pillows that had been used to cushion her back, catching her breath.

Women scrambled around her, some helping with the cleaning of the mother, others with the cleaning of the child and soon mother and child were united.

'It's a girl,' the midwife said, placing the baby in her mothers arms. She looked down and saw the most precious thing, cooing at her with its little fingers stretching out. She felt the bed dip and found elder Ellis sitting beside her.

'Tell me, mistress, what does she look like?' she asked.

Tired, the new mother chuckled, holding the old lady's hand and pulling it towards her, saying, 'You only need to touch her to find out.'

The older woman retracted her hand, responding, 'I will only see what she will likely look like in the future, I wish to know what she looks like now.'

Grand elder Ellis was born blind but blessed with the gift of visions that she honed and used for the benefit of those around her. She inherited the magic arts from her grandmother who saw her potential and wisdom even at a young age and when she turned twenty two she gained the position as coven leader to a sect of over forty million women unopposed. For twenty years, she has held the position with dignity, wisdom, and fairness

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'She is so tiny, and she has my hair. and her nails are so pearly white.'

'And her eyes?'

The mother looked at her baby, who was peeking back with one eye open. 'It's too early to tell,' she responded.

'Have you picked a name?' asked the eld

'Yes, Nicarra Hope Celestine' replied the mother.

'Beautiful names for a beautiful girl' said the elder back to her.

After a few minutes of silence, the elder asked the mother about an earlier conversation they both had..

'Are you sure you want to do this? I know you feel it is for the best, but I fear things may not go as we envision. I ask that you rethink your decision, my lady.'

Before the mother could respond, a voice was heard by both women through the telepathic medium, 'Elder Ellis we need your assistance, dark witches are trying to break through the outer wards' said a lesser witch called Greta who was standing guard outside the room on the grounds of the white witches.

'Stay here, mistress, the dark witches are trying to attack,' said the elder standing up.

The mother sat up as her motherly instincts pushed back all tiredness in preparation to defend her newborn.

'Relax my lady, the attack is of no surprise to us. They often do this when they sense the birth of a child within our coven, trying to steal the newborn children for their dark arts to gain more power. We always send them bac. However, if they sense your presence; I fear they will not stop until they have the child within their grasp, so you need to stay calm and do nothing.'

'That is why we must do this,' replied the mother sadly looking at her sleeping baby, 'to protect her.'

'Rest now,' said the the older woman as she walked out the door with her walking stick, followed by her familiar, which was a white owl. The mother watched the older woman close the door but heard a clicking sound and turned around to find him standing at the foot of her bed, with a phone in his hand and a smile on his face- the father of her child.

She gasped in fear and clutched her baby closer upon seeing him. Dressed in modern clothes,he looked dashing in a deep blue, three piece suit with the white collar and sleeves of his shirt peeking out with an expensive looking wrist watch and designer shoes. His white hair was cut shorter than she remembered, but those beautiful purple eyes that always bore into her soul remained the same.

Her heart felt heavy as emotions which she thought she had buried successfully erupted within her at the sight of him; after so long, making her take long, laboured breaths. He stepped forward but was pushed back by the protection ward surrounding her. His eyes darkened at the realization of the barrier between them, but he remained calm and dignified. He walked to the side of the bed, never taking his eyes off her, slowly taking in her all of her features. He stopped by the head of the bed close to her face.

'She is beautiful like you', he said to her.

'I won't let you take her, even if it costs me my life .'The mother replied bravely, looking up at his tall, muscular frame defiantly.

He smiled as he knelt down on both knees looking at the oldest and the most powerful of witches holding his child in her arms and replied 'I know, it is one of the reasons I chose you.'

He pressed his hand against the ward as he continued staring at his child with a sad smile.

'Be strong, Nicarra' he said before looking back at the mother in a soft gaze, called her name, and said 'Thank you'.

The door burst open, and the mother turned to find several poweful white witches rushing in, making the baby cry. When she turned back to look at him, he was gone.