![]() ![]() “For our safety and our survival, for our Craft.” We made this place.” Fire stretched out her arms, as if to encompass the island that rocked in the sea. “Who has better right? When they murdered the innocents in Salem Town, persecuted and hunted and hanged, we did nothing to stop it.” ![]() “Right?” She who was called Earth whirled, her eyes glowing fierce. Her face was pale, her eyes dark with what might have been fear. ![]() Her hair flew free and wild, dark ribbons that slashed at the night like whips.Ī woman appeared beside her, burning as bright in the storm as the fire after which she was named. She stood, arms outflung in the tempest she had conjured. And justice, however rough, would be met at last. And she could not, would not, turn from the path she had chosen. Her husband would grieve for her, and her children weep. She would never again hold their much-loved faces in her hands. Once she had done what she had come to do, she could never go back to them. ![]() She had left husband and children to come to this place, left them under a spell-sleep that would keep them safe and unaware. It was that power that filled her now, rushed inside her in wild, pounding strokes like a lover gone mad. Slender, with her cloak streaming back like bird-wings, she stood alone on the wind-whipped beach. She called the forces, those that lived within her, those that dwelled without. The gales of wind, the bolts of lightning, the rage of the sea that was both prison and protection. ![]()
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