The Dark Mistress
by Robert M. Velkym

   The seventh sun fell on the seventh day. She was the seventh of all created. Unlike all other females and yet the same. She shone with the beauty of all, her flowing bouncing curls, framed her angelic face, swinging behind her almost touching the ground as she walked. Her green eyes darting to and fro as if she surveyed the scene of some boggling puzzle. She stood only five feet seven inches and she channeled the power of the gods themselves. She was the dark mistress, the sorceress queen, the source of all that is female and magical, and she was lost in time.

   In this day and age of heretics, magic is but a mere fable. The dark mistress has been absent long years, her powers ebbing or destroyed. Her effects on the world are not powerful, with the world of man and science destroying, disbelieving. That was why she left, the world turned from her, to the realm of "reality", but that is ending. For the mistress hath returned!

   In the city of West Hills a girl of youth, with an undeniable maturity to her, lie sleeping, he soft even breathing breaking the rare peace of morning. A low rumble began, its frequency increasing ever so slightly as it neared the room of this young woman. As it neared it intensified to a point were it was if the house might very well shake apart.

   The sleeping girl was no longer sleeping, she was up in a doorway screaming. She was holding the door frame, attempting to ride out the 4.1 magnitude earth quake, when the bed in which she had just been sleeping in began to rise into the air. A low mist flowed out, covering the floor in an almost lightning storm of white flashing cloud. The bed, now several feet in the air began to change. Its wood twisted and bonded to create something new, something like a doorway.

   As the creaking of wood diminished a swirling black void replaced the mattress, making a portal to the stars. The rumbling intensified. The girl shrieked. The void of stars rippled and took form. A woman emerged, the girl was dumb struck, this woman was a twin of herself.

   The girl was about to speak when another huge jolt tossed he to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The woman walked unscathed by the quake, up to the girl and knelt.

   "Miss. I need your help," was uttered from her lips. The sound coming out in no specific language, but still perfectly understood. The girl looked up. Tears of fear and sympathy decorating her eyes as she nodded her head in silent agreement.

   The woman gripped the side of the girl's head and smiled. " Your strength will help me in my struggle." With that the woman's form merged with the girls, the spirit entering through the girls perfect, and distinctive green eyes. The girl's form was lifted into the air, bright light emanating from her finger tips, her toes, her mouth, and her eyes. Her black curly hair swirling madly around her as the sorceress's power and soul fused, merging with the girls.

   The rumbling was now going at a deafening pitch. Books fell off shelves, doors opened and closed, and the foundation moved as though it were the sea instead of concrete. Then as quickly as it had begun it ended. The girls rose to her feet, her back arching sensually, her altered body listening uncertainly to her brain's messages.

   She stood and looked into her closet door mirror. She was the same height same cold, she was the same except for her face had become completely clear, her hair had grown almost a foot, and her eyes caught the star light and flashed elegantly. She looked around the room. Everything was different and yet the same. Thing appeared to move but didn't, she could hear people speaking, and feel the emanations of emotion on every object in her room. She was a creature of magic, a true strain human being.

   She stood over her bed. It lay in a thousand pieces, ripped to shreds by the power of a world to come. Then it happened. She felt a pressure on the back of her head, blackness engulfed her vision as the dark mistress took over, sending the girl into a slumber. The woman stood and shouted, " My men tremble, I have returned!!"

   That day the sun rose high in the morning sky, turning everything its rays touched into golden visions of there former selves. The earth stood still for a moment and coursed with the magi of old. Then it went on. To this day the end is coming, the dark mistress is the first sign of the old world reborn and life of all renewed.