Dea turned over the tablet in her hands, it had been found under the floor of her home during a raid, after she had been accused of malicious witchcraft.

‘This is not mine’, she said into the face of her accuser.

The witch hunter Alyk stood back up to his 6 ft 7 height, his blond crew cut brushing the ceiling of her home, he grimaced, stooped and left Dea to her devices.

Alyk had swooped in this morning before first light claiming Dea had broken a coven law.

His troops had ripped up her home, much to her chagrin, they had now left her abode and in a wreckage.

‘What to do?’ she asked the still air which had only just got used to the disturbance of earlier.

Dea had been written up many times by the coven and she had become their scapegoat. This was the last straw, they had dragged her name and magics through the mud as well as her methods, her sparrow familiar Ashe had been seized during the earlier raid and that was the final straw.

Dea clenched the tablet, ‘they better not hurt her’, he knuckles going white.

Wisps of black and red magic poured forth from her deep red eyes, hugging her cheeks. Dea clenched her teeth, closing her eyes, pulling the magic back.

She loosened the grip on the tablet, why did they want this slab of onyx so much, words had started to form on its surface, there had been no sign of any kind of inscription until now.

They read;

‘Once the flowers bloom,

We are all doomed’

Dea smiled, she knew what this meant, Ashe would have her revenge and all will be right again.

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TBC?

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