The magpie and the crow.

Well the magpie and the crow are significant of course as you will by now know. Crows are Hunter’s spirit bird and minions in a way of the bird world. Here representing the darkness. Personally I quite like crows… But I love magpies more.

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Three for a girl

Four for a boy

Five for silver

Six for gold

Seven for a secret

Never to be told

Eight for a wish

Nine for a kiss

Ten for a bird

You must not miss.

 

That is why my love of magpies crept in to become Willows spirit bird.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven “Back Where It All Began”

 

Willow sat cradling her baby in the middle of the circle resting in Oliver’s arm, watching the magpies flying around the circle tightly, dancing through the air. For a few minutes they were sat blissfully happy, exhausted but happy.

Beyond the magpies the all too familiar figure of Hunter arrived, struggling to get through the magpies. In a surge of power he had summoned his friends, his own birds, crows started attacking the magpies, disrupting their formation and flight.

Scattered just enough Hunter forced his way into the circle. Hunter summoned the little baby wrapped in its blanket asleep. Screaming at his touch Willow pulled herself from the ground and took the crying baby from him, instantly quietening the crying. Willow handed the baby to Oliver and made him promise to keep the baby safe no matter what. Willow strained and exhausted summoned a cloud of magpies that sheltered and protected Oliver and her baby before facing Hunter. “You can’t take that baby away from me forever, or are you forgetting something?”
“She’s not yours”

“What?” Truly volatile he struggled to comprehend her words.

“She’s not yours, she never was” Hunter made to go for her but found himself under attack of Willows potions exploding against him. In plumes of black and violet fire he fizzled into nothingness. The crows disappeared.

Willow relaxed the enchanted magpies and touched Oliver’s shoulder, he stood and kissed her holding their daughter between them. Willow Caroline Weyward-James, Oliver James and their little girl, Halina Gabriel James shimmered away against the setting sun as the moon shone a little blue against the stone circle while the final streaks of ruby red sunset disappeared.

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Willow

 

Full Name: Willow Caroline Weyward.

Mother: Adelaide

Father: Eric

Bird: Magpie.

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Red

Lucky number: 3

Has all three Elemental powers, plus a bit of Fury demon fire. Has unusual powers for her kind, the violet Fury fire could be easily explained away, can heal which is hard to explain away. Oh and she is the “Chosen One” goody!

Because she has quarter Fury blood she can’t touch the grounds of a church due to the whole you know “no blood of a living Fury can touch the consecrated grounds”.

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Chapter Thirty-Six “Testing the waters”

Willow had been fidgety all morning she had packed and unpacked her handbag adding and swapping potions, her baby bag had potions in every spare crevice. The garden and house had potions hidden everywhere. The shelves in the kitchen had become overrun.

Oliver found Willow practicing the control of her powers in the garden, “Willow can you stop that?”
“No, I have to be ready”
“You are, please, let me talk to you then you can carry on I promise.” Willow stopped.  “When you found me, I never got the chance to ask or find out what you thought of the house?”
“It was exactly as I had told you, exactly how I imagined it, better then I imagined it, your house is amazing.” Oliver smiled, “you mean our house, that is of course if you want it to be? You know, the three of us?” Willow beamed throwing her arms around him. “Erm Willow?”
“What?”
“Did your water just break?” Willows eyes bulged with fear. They turned to go back into the house seeing a shadow of a sweeping arm coming towards them they ducked and fired at the Quake standing over them. Vanquishing him and his friend they ran into the house, they didn’t notice that odd shadow disappear.

Willow in panic told Oliver to get the bag. Eldridge came home to find her preparing to shimmer out to the circle.

Quickly wishing her luck and warning “you will be too far away from the protection of the house he will sense you and be able to reach you. Be careful and good luck” Willow nodded taking Oliver’s arm and the bag, shimmering out of the safe house and over to the stone circle on the Scottish islands where she herself had been born. It was time to continue on with traditions as they had always been.

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Shadow

Low level demons.

They hide and travel through shadows they produce a dark energy and aura. But sadly they can be commonly called mischief makers. They kill for kicks.

When they aren’t killing they are hiding your wallets, keys or even your favourite lipsticks.

Generally not much to worry about unless they have a mission in mind, they can slip through the net like air and escape plenty of attacks.

 

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