SCHOOL OF MAGIC AND ENLIGHTENMENT THE LOST NEPHILIM

CHAPTER ONE- IN THE BEGINNING

Pain is all she felt. It flowed from within the depths her soul, transforming into the periodic stretching of her muscles, causing ripples through her entire body.

Oblivious to the noise and activity surrounding her, she closed her eyes trying to focus on anything that would help her forget the pain she was experiencing, but the darkness only brought back her memories of him. His face, his smile, his words, his love and his passion which cost her everything and left her with nothing but pain. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as the memories of the night that changed everything for her flashed before her.

Many Nights Before

He rushed into her tent and held her body against his in a strong grip as he buried his face in her hair in a state of intoxication. Surprised at his changed demeanor, she tried to help him to rest on her sleeping space of animal skin and sweet smelling grass. It was a mistake which led to their s****l union. It all happened so fast and seemed like a dream until she felt him deep inside her breaking her chastity, breaking her vow to her creator. And yet she knew she equally shared the blame. She could have stopped him but her heart desired all six feet ten inches of him, wrapped in a perfectly toned body and beautiful bronze skin, shoulder length snow white hair and beautiful purple eyes. She gladly took all he offered and he gave his all without holding back, taking her through the entire night on a wondrous journey of s****l passion.

As he neared his climax, he began to increase his momentum inside her, nibbling her jaw and planting wet kisses all over her face and neck. She closed her eyes as he drew closer to her, silencing her moans with a kiss before he rested his forehead upon hers telling her he loved her and would love only her for all eternity. He began to chant softly in his rich deep voice as he felt the power within him begin to surge telling him that the hour was near. He kissed her deeply as he began to release himself completely into her, chanting in his mind as energy poured out from within him. Two beautiful wings sprouted from behind him while she screamed into his kiss as pure energy began to pour into her. She tried to scramble away from him, but he pushed his full weight on top of her, holding her hands above her head in a vice grip.

He held by her waist pulling her closer to him as he finished the chant and began to release his seed in huge spurts within her while his wings spread out creating a canopy around them. By the time he was finally done she had lost consciousness and locks of her hair had turned pure white. She heard his voice in her head willing her to wake up.

'Wake up, you must wake now 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 mid wife 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.

'Its 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 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 which 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. And for twenty years, she has held the position with dignity, wisdom and fairness.

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

'And her eyes?'

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

'Have you picked a name?' asked the elder

'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 back, 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 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 because emotions which she thought she had buried successfully erupted within her at the sight of him; after so long, making her breathe heavily. He stepped forward but was pushed back by the ward surrounding her. His eyes darkened at the realization of the barrier between them, but he remained poise and dignified. He walked to the side of the bed never taking his eyes of 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 first and the most powerful of witches holding his child in her arms and replied 'I know, it is one of the reasons why 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.