Years passed by since I started at the House of Drakos. Responsibilities fell upon my shoulders which I had never imagined of, I soon realized with great power came great responsibilities. Important decisions of carrying out rituals and making sacrifices, my interest never lied in looking forwards to these sinful acts. The occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the silence of night, Dolores and Katherina came running towards me –catching their breath.
“Signora Paraskevi a petra has come to rest in the territory of our sacred land, should we consider this a caution?” hearing this I could barely feel the ground heaping some confidence. I stepped out of my domatio and had a look at the foreign substance. The candescent and glistening metallic ore caught my attention. The petra had a vibrant red body with red flashes illuminating its surroundings with a blood like ambience. As you go near it you could feel its power sucking you till a point where you were completely absorbed and became part of it. I could sense the stone was manipulating me to play and compete with its power, slowly and steadily I tip toed as the greater power was calling my name. Rays of violent burgundy struck around my holy spirit. The stone broke into pieces as the explosion took place. It felt as if the air hung and then firmly hit me down the ground after which I fainted.
As I opened my eyes I felt more powerful, fierce and mighty. The Mágisses around were about to begin to cast a spell and declare me dead, but by the grace of Kratos I was in a state of wellbeing. Natalia (the witch who hated me) threw an apple towards me as she got aware of my powers, quickly I grasped it before it hit Dolores. With the transformation within I felt more confident as a witch and the responsibilities upon my shoulders. I could perform witchcraft, illusions, teleportation and move things with my mind.
The other day I was summoning our ancestors as a part of casting spells when suddenly Natalia barged in with Stavros and mavres kartes to stop me. No sooner did she lay the kartes than we broke into a massive fight. I used my powers to fight her back while she fought the serpent sword, soon I forgot about performing the ritual. As she tried to lift the sword I used powers to make an illusion which changed the dimensions of our room and confused us. I soon realized that we accidently dropped bottles of potion on the floor causing us to return to normal. The influx of potions invented small crystals which are turquoise in colour. As we nervously picked them the stones glistered and sent us to different eras, providentially we knew the spells to bring us back to our places. And, fellas, that is how creepy women dressed in black robes invented the concept of time and time machines.
Glossary:
Petra: stone
Stavros: Christian cross
Mavres kartes: black cards
Mágisses: witches
Krato: God of Power in Greek mythology
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