“What will you do with the Witch Moon?” Hecate asked Miriro. They each sat on a log in the center of the grove around a fire as the sun was setting. Khonshu, Mawu, and the Morrigan sat around the fire as well and they all looked at Miriro expectantly.
“I will call an assembly of those who do your bidding, Triple Goddess,” Miriro said respectfully. “Mawu, Khonshu, you’re both protectors of the Magic of the Earth moon, and it is the residue of your powers on Earth that the witch taps into. You both know that I have wielded your magics most impressively.”
“To what end?” Khonshu asked from his long beak. “You are a truly stunning witch, human servant of the moon, but do you understand the reason for the power? Why the blessed Mawu even created the moon?”
“The witch should be a protector of life,” Mawu said. “The witches of Earth are corrupted by the power of the moon, it is too much for a human to handle. You all should leave the Magic of the Earth Moon to the protectors who know how to wield it to safeguard the planet like we always have.”
“But I have studied for centuries,” Miriro said sadly, pleadingly. “I am no longer human, I have evolved past the need for the body of a human. I am bathed in the light of the moon and I have been reborn. I would join you, I am your brethren.”
“You are no such thing,” the Morrigan said in her triple voice. “We are born of the moon, sent here to be protectors. The protectors of the magic are not and have never been human.”
“I sought your blessing,” Miriro said to the gathered beings of magical power, of arcana, derived from a mysterious source on the Earth’s moon, “but I understand that you think a witch is beneath you. Very well, I will demonstrate the power of an Earth witch.”
The beings empowered by the moon, known as deities or protectors, are very adept masters of arcana that is very mysterious to the average human being of Earth, but before any of them could react, Miriro had enacted a spell with the movement of her fingers that bound the deities in their shock at Miriro’s display.
“She has found the hidden tome!” Mawu yelled. “The accursed book of the first witch who consumed a deity’s body and wrote the forbidden spells to wield moon magic.”
“I can’t move!” the Morrigan yelled with fury.
“Do not do this Miriro!” Hecate screamed. “I am your friend, and you cannot survive a war with the deities of the moon. If you bring the Witch Moon, the army of deities will be after you and you will suffer a torment worse than death.”
Miriro had a look of madness on her face as she watched her idols bound by her own might. She siphoned their power and her eyes glowed silver, her mind full of just a fraction of the infinite knowledge of the deities. She fought to control the incredible surge of power, she would show them that she could wield their power and they would be powerless to stop her from bringing the Witch Moon.
The hidden tome of the first witch floated to Miriro and opened to the spell that would expel the deities of the moon from earth and bar their return for a time. She said the spell aloud over the protestations of the deities, and then they were off in a flash of light, to crash-land on the surface of the moon.
The hidden tome closed and floated to Miriro who nursed it in her arms like a baby.
“I have to shake off some of this extra energy until I need it again,” Miriro said and her neon green flame blazed wildly around her. The flames became a herd of deer that galloped away from her as the flames died down. The deer flooded the forest in every direction, completely indistinguishable from the natural born deer of the area.
Miriro looked up at the moon and smiled. As she looked up, a circle of dark, shadowy figures gathered around the circle of the grove, ready to enact the plans of the exalted witch.
“It is time,” she said and she cackled a laugh that went up into the night and spread to the shadowy figures all around her.
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