Hear my weacking cries, as I’m rolling here in pain. Please come see me one more time, or we might never meet again.  Please, come let me gaze into your eyes that heal.  Come take away this pain I feel. Please, comfort me with your peaceful smile. Come sit with me for a while. She cried, she screamed, but there was no answer. She felt lonely, her grandma had died, her best friend was gone. Her last word remained like echoes in her mind. Echoes she couldn’t understand, echoes from her grandma’s silent cry, the forbidden voice.  Sweet lady you can read my mind? That’s poisoning my shameless smile; let me take you to a place where you’ll be free. As the night falls down, the haze will run on the ground. Your sacrifice is the key to our fate. Those were her last words, but what did all that meant? Why is life so complicated? She tried to look for answers in the past; flashes kept coming but made it all more confusing. Days went by, Ethereal, her crow, was growing fast. His hair was as black as Marcela’s eyes, but what made Ethereal a unique animal was his scary eyes. She kept a journal even though women shouldn’t know how to write. Her journal was called The Book of Shadows.  She kept reading and investigating. She was part of the chorus; her unique voice gave a celestial touch to the mass every Sunday. Her 22nd birthday was getting nearer. Her friends, a group of girls that lived nearby, invited her to fish in the Seine River. It was all fun, they were playing but then she heard a voice. It was the voice! It was grandma’s voice. Follow me to the forest. Meet the wolf and your fear and darkness. Give your soul and freedom to the lord.  She screamed, why! Why is this happening to me! I don’t understand this, I just can’t get it. She fainted. When she opened her eyes, grandma was beside her in the bed as usual. She muttered: “Grandma is alive, she isn’t dead, grandma talk to me, wake up, wake up!”  But when she touched grandma, she was cold as ice, pale as snow. She screamed: “Ahhhhhhhhhh! Grandma you’re dead! Now she was confused, was all that a dream? Was it real? What was it! When she looked at her pajamas, there was a green stain and part of it was wet, had she been in the Seine River?   All this was getting more and more confusing. Metamorphosis was near. It was like a dream. Only there was something about the whole affair that was very real. Days passed, the time was almost here.  She was being spied by Gyles, also known as Blue Mirror’s Night. He was a wealthy man that was new in Paris; he had bought a castle nearby and lived with a group of 105 black knights and his servants. He was well known for his fighting skills, his sword was called The Black Moon and had been given to him by someone who was called Merlin in the city of Avalon. That was the reason his boxer dog was called Avalon. He had recently been in the lands of East, where mystery and magic are all around you. No one really knew what was he doing here. Marcela was very curious about all this.

She decided to go back, to meet the voice, to meet the one who hided in that voice. After walking for some hours, she got to a forest, and somewhere in the trees she heard voices, oh no! It was the voice again.  The curse of the Black Moon will haunt you.  Let the fire burn your innocence.  Who are you! She cried. The voice replied: I’m the Blue Mirror’s Night, and you are almost ready, halls of gold shall be constructed, preparing your welcome Iron Maiden.  But now the voice had changed, it was a man’s voice.  It was then, Sabbath had came. That day, she had been very anxious, she went to church, prayed, she was happy and sad, she didn’t know why. Day and Night, lights and shadows had collided in her heart. Night fell down, the angels came down to see her, there she was, the Iron Maiden walking to the forest.  Everything was dark, nothing could be seen only the howling of the wolves could be sensed. “ Maintenant mademoiselle, c´est l´heure” The voice again, but it was speaking in French, it said Now, lady, it’ s time. I’m here, show yourself she threatened. It was then that the torches were lighted and then she saw all her friends from church, dressed in white, in circle around her, then from the trees he descended. It was Gyles, dressed in his black framework with his other 105 knights, also known as the Dark Chivalry. He took his sword, and touched one of her fingers, blood emerged, blood fell down to the floor, the circle was now consummated, the girls disappeared and then she fainted. When she woke up,  she was in Blue Mirror’s Night castle.  He muttered: Thou shall not be afraid, we’ll save you from your pain, 1000 wolves, will howl the night again. Like poison living inside your veins.  She was definitively not alright. She hardly felt she was herself. She felt strange. So it really is you! The Iron Maiden, the witch of witches, the one that will save us from the shadows.  She knew that shadows were from East, according to the myth the were finding the soul of the witch, of the one above all witches, the one with pure heart. Their mission was to take her soul, after burning her to allow the Prince of Shadows rule.  Some said the Prince of Shadows was a vampire, but none of the ones who have met him has survived to  tell  the story.  The Champs Elyseés, also known as the Secret Garden, was the fortress of the witches, the place that kept the Prince of Shadows in the underworld. She got prepared, and faced him, several times. But now he had seen her, Blue Mirror’s Night was preoccupied because now that the Prince of Shadows had seen her, he would come for her and if they burned her, it would all be over.

Blue Mirror’s Night was right. The night that the wolves didn’t howl the night, he appeared. Dressed in Black, with the look in his eyes, his stabbing eyes that with one look would penetrate your soul. He ordered to capture the Iron Maiden and the rest of the witches but she had been clever and sent her witches to the Secret Garden and ordered them to make a circle of protection so that the shadows wouldn’t touch them. The Dark Chivalry fought, some of them died but anyway the shadows took the Iron Maiden. The day of the trial was here. When she was that she hear again a voice. Grandma, is it you? The people murmured “ she definitively is a witch, she’s talking to the dead”.  The voice was getting each time louder.  The implements of torture were prepared, the judge who was actually the Prince Of Shadows, both in person and through other good men zealous in the faith, tried to persuade The Iron Maiden to confess the truth freely; he knew that if she confessed she would be condemned to the blaze. But, if she didn’t confess, she would be taken aside and once more persuaded to confess, being led to believe that she will in that case not be put to death. The Prince knew that even in the case that she confessed much, convicted both by witnesses and by proofs, if she confessed her crime, she would be punished with death. The Prince of shadows came near her and spoke to her for the first time. At last I got you Iron Maiden, your soul is mine now. His face was pale was if he was dead. We’ll bury your life like ashes. Your past life shall burn through the witches. You’re the restless slave of your misery. He laughed and  tried to make her speak, But , neither by threats nor by promises such as these, she was induced to speak the truth. So then jailers carried out the sentence, and tortured her according to the accepted methods, with more severity than what the crime demanded. But she knew that she had to save the Secret Garden. The Prince asked: Where are the others, talk now, and save yourself from hell. But she was as silent as  a grave. So then she was condemned to the blaze. She saw Blue Mirror’s Night, crystal tears were in his face, then she said to him: Your dark chivalry brings light to my soul. On our spells lays or war, in our eyes flows our destiny. Angel, my sweet little angel, come to my before I die, come say goodbye. She heard the voice: The night is eternal, so are the flames that burn into your eyes. Set your demons free and watch yourself die. It was then that she knew what she had to do. She cursed the Prince with what later became the promise of all witches

It was then that she opened the bottle of cyanide, drank it and dropped dead. The Prince grabbed his head while he shouted: Dam witch! She won again.

Note of the author:

The parts that have colors were not written by me. They are part of Howling Syn and Lost Tears songs, which actually were a great source of inspirations.

This is only the first version which was for school I´m working on it to complete the plot. If you want to give me ideas, e-mail me.
 
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