Witch Warrior

[Jamison]

Chapter One – The Tale


My name is Argus and I’ve barely survived the attack.

It was a cold night in London, mid November if I recall it, and something with great power and strength came out of the dark and attacked. He told me that he was on a mission to destroy all evil within this world.

He cast a vanquishing spell on me, but it didn’t work, it only weakened me, but he moved on. That was Four years ago.

It has been the talk of the underworld, not since the death of the Charmed Ones has the Underworld been this excited.

“I am going to be one the kill the man, and when I do, all will beg in my glory.” A Demon said one night to a crowd.

They say he can go from place to place, one night he can be in London and then the next, Cape Hope. He travels in great distance within a few short hours. But in the past two years he has vanished without a trace.

No one has seen him to heard of him, till lately.

He reappeared in San Francisco he apparently took on the Great Witch turned Evil, Wyatt. He was the son of the Charmed Ones, but Wyatt was weakened, and his own blood poured on house in which he calls his lair. Lord Wyatt sent every available demon and warlock, with in calling range to haunt him, but their was no trace. So now there is a bounty on his head, to be part of the Wiccan Guard in exchange for the Warrior dead or alive.

They call him, it makes me shudder to say it, The Witch Warrior. Oh, (shudders) don’t make me say it again, please. But the Warrior apparently has great powers, Orbing, Astral Projection, Telepathy, Telekinesis, and rumored Thought Projection. These powers could match those of Lord Wyatt, but not nearly.

Now I bet your asking what happened to the Charmed Ones? The Eldest sister of the Power of Three was killed six years ago in a attack for her two sons. And after that, no one knows what happen to the remaining Charmed Ones and their children, except for Wyatt, he is the only remaining link of the Halliwell power. But there are rumors, but they are now being respoken, that the man know as the Witch Warrior (shudders) is somehow connected to the Power of Three, for the sister who died nearly 25 years ago, Prue, I think her name was had two of the powers in which the Warrior has.

But since the loss of the Power of Three, good has had the upper hand. With in two years the entire world was in ruins. The elders were all vanquished, most of all good magic was gone and if their were any remaining good magic witches or magic folk they quit practicing their craft. It was a glory for us demons, we took control of world and heaven. Glory to Us! But now that the Warrior is back, this glory could be easily put to good radiance.

Many have tried to find the name of the Warrior or something to catch him with, even with Warlock blinking, they can’t find him. It is a pity, for us Demons anyway.

The name of the Witch Warrior….No One Knows…<br>

[Jamison]

Chapter Two- Purple Lights in Trafalgar Square


The night was a chilly one along the giant face of good old Big Ben. As the Warrior’s watch beeped, 1am, he looked up at the giant face of the clock, it didn’t soar its mighty voice across the quiet city, it stood silent in the night. The hands of the clock were at 3: 30. It was the time that Lord Wyatt and his demonic army had ascended onto Europe, starting with Ireland, Scotland, and England.

As the Warrior looked up at the clock it was a depressing scene, but he had definally seen worse. He walked on as his shoes made a “clunk” in the empty streets. As he looked down he saw nothing, not even a car, cat, dog, or any sign of life. For when Wyatt and his army had ascended through Great Britain, only less then one thousand people were left alive, and those have gone into hiding, fearing him again.


So as the Warrior browsed the streets of London he came to Trafalgar Square and saw about right hooded figures around the remains of the statue of the old general, but only legs and lower torso remained. And the budilings around Trafager square weren’t in to good shape themselves. But low voices rumbled along the ground from the hooded figures and it was nearly spooky, and a fire lit the center of their small meeting.

The Witch Warrior stood about 50 yards from them. His black trench coat, black leather pants, and black shirt, and black shoes made him nearly invisible were ever he went, and you wouldn’t notice him standing there if you even knew he was their. But his presence didn’t go unnoticed for long. The bowed heads of the figures went upright and turned in his direction.

”Oh keep going, I don’t mind.” The Warrior said with a smile.

The figures turned in his direction and started walking is direction. As they walked his way it was almost ghost like nearly gladding along the ground, one of them went through the fire in which they were around.

“What the hell?” The Warrior said in shock

As they came closer a low rumble shook the ground, he had never seen anything like this before. They surrounded him.

”A witch among our midst’s.” Said one of them, they started talking to each other.
“He does not belong here.”<br>”Why he is here?”<br>”Kine of the Lord?”<br>“Maybe”<br>“Trying to stop us are you?”<br>”Impossible, we are a creation of the Lord, no one can stop us.”<br>”Demons we used to be”<br>”but no more”<br>”Have we told him to much?”<br>”Not yet.”<br>The Warrior kept a firm grip on his weapon of choice. Listening to figures.
“Why does he stay quiet?”<br>”From what I heard about witches-“<br>”They don’t talk much.”<br>”Indeed.”<br>”But this one vanquishes first and ask questions later.”
”Stupid”<br>”The Lord will be pleased.”<br>”He will,”
“È tempo”
The Witch Warrior stopped, Italian? Why would they be speaking that.
“Attacare?”<br>”Si”

They started to move in on him, he jumped out of the circle and away from the figures. He turned around and they were already come to him, one stood where they were standing before around the Witch Warrior and had his arms and hands portraying to the heavens, as the Warrior looked up the sky which was night formed purple clouds of fury and thunder. It was as if Armageddon was being inflicted on London.

The figures were feet away from warrior, he did what he had to, he reached to his back under his coat, and pulled out a sword. It was four feet long, pressed steel, the handle was gold and had a triquetra on the ether ends of the handle and at the bottom had a blue sapphire, which held a secret about the power of the Witch Warrior. As the Witch warrior held the Sword up it reflected the purple lights from the sky as a mirror.

As the first three dark figures approached, he shot the two on the sides back with his telekinetic powers and stabbed the remaining one in the chest. But it only seem to shock the figure not kill it. Shocked the Witch Warrior retrieved the sword from the figure and ran a further distance back, trying to think, now all nine of the figures were coming toward him.

As he ran the figures went faster, as he ran he ran out of ground and was pinned against the wall, as the Warrior looked turned around he saw them standing about 25 feet from him. They stood, wait, they were levitating about four inches off the ground, this time with purple balls of light in their hands.

It was haunting seeing them floating.
”One last chance warrior.” One of them said
“Join us.”<br>”or die.”<br>Join Us The Warrior thought, why should I join them? The sword and the jewel He thought.

The Warrior closed his eyes and began to concentrate, he began to feel the power run through his veins. Like water through a stream or river it flowed fast and furious and felt wonderful. The jewel on the end of his sword began to glow. The Figures looked upon the jewel.

The warrior tried to conjure as much magic as he could for this would be it, if their was no vanquish for these things, he would find one. For this power he be held in his possession could kill all of the demons in the world if possible.

A loud clap of thunder shook everything above them. The Figures began to look toward the sky as the purple light cut through the clouds and lit the ground around them.
The warrior then found it the Power, the source of all magic, the Power of Light. He shot open his eyes with anger, the Figures were all shot back clear across the square about 500 yards to the other side.

The warrior stood tall, he made a yelp of anger and power, he began running. The Figures were not sure what to think, but they went back for the warrior, they through the purple balls of light at the Warrior, the Witch waved his hand, and the balls went flying into a near by building, which completely it destroyed. The Warrior’s sword began to glow purple, he moved his sword as he was slicing the air, and a purple light was formed from the tip of the sword and went slicing through the air and vanquishing four of the nine figures.

The warrior smiled, the other five figures looked at what the Witch Warrior had just done. They stopped.
”He is Kine of the Lord.”
The power of the Witch Warrior, from which he conjured, he released of it, the jewel’s light died.
”Kine of the Lord.”<br>”He killed our brothers.”
”Why?”
”To send you a message!” The Warrior finally said, “that evil will no longer be tolerated in this world, and if I have to, I will die killing them!”

One of the figures floated forward, and looked at the Witch Warrior. In a piercing scream, the figures, flew up in the air and then down and dissolved in the ground. The Witch Warrior had yet won another battle against evil.


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“HE WHAT?!” yelled a demon in the Underworld.
“He killed four of the Illuminati.” Said another Demon.
”How can the Witch Warrior do that?”
”Because he’s my brother, clever sob isn’t he?” Wyatt said, walking into the demons.
”My Lord.” Said both of the Demons as they bowed.

”Chris has a sword, it’s the source of his power.” Wyatt began as he summoned Excalibur into his own possession., “Take it away and all he has is his witch powers.”
”The jewel.” Said the first demon.
”The jewel!” Wyatt said pointing the blade of Excalibur to the demons neck, “is not what am worried about, it’s Chris’ new growing power, his witch powers.”
”Whats so bad about them? They’re weak aren’t they?” Said the demon
“Not this one, I don’t even have it. If he learns to control it, he could destroy me.”


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The Witch Warrior walked over the black robes which used to belong to the figures he saw. He bent down and found a very fine black powder left.


”Strange.” The Warrior said as he looked at it, he examined it. He then thought nothing of it and stood up right, as he was about to walk away, he thought he felt the presence of his brother Lord Wyatt.

[Jamison]

Chapter Three – Church of the Damned


It has been three months since the figures in cloaks attacked the Witch Warrior, and the Witch was expecting to hear from Lord Wyatt or at least fight off one of his demons or warlocks, but nothing.

”Perhaps he’s lost his touch.” The Warrior said

But he knew that his brother had not lost his touch, he was plotting something, he just didn’t know what. The Warrior even tried contacting his cousin in San Francisco, Melinda who is known as the Dark Angel, but she didn’t know anything.


The Warrior orbed on top of a business building, and looking around, it was night.
”Melinda?” He said, “Melinda?”<br>”Many don’t know me by that name anymore Christopher.” Said a tall, thin, very beautiful woman walked out of the shadows and into the moonlight. She had long brown very curly hair, had rather white skin, very thin, in a black leather pants, bouste, and high heal boots. She had a mole on her skin, near her mouth like her mother, Phoebe.
”How are you?” She said giving him a hug.
”I am okay.” Chris said, “you look really beautiful.”
”Thank you.” She said, “So what was it that you needed?”

“Well Wyatt has been very quiet lately and I was wondering if you knew anything.”
”Well I vanquished three of demons this week.”
”Were any of them perhaps a demon in cloaks?”
”No. Why?” Melinda said with concern
“I fought off nine very power demons or whatever they were, I had to use the crystal to defeat them. But I only took down four.”
”Chris!”
”What?!”<br>”You promised me that you wouldn’t use the crystal anymore.”
”I was going to die.”
Melinda turned her head in annoyance.
”Look, it didn’t take effect this time.”
”What if it takes effect next time? What if you become so-“
”Look it won’t happen okay,”

Melinda put her back to the Warrior. The Warrior took her hand.
”Look,” The Warrior said stepping in front of his cousin, “I am still trying to handle the crystals powers and I will handle it. And what it did to Paige and-“
”Stop please!” Melinda said tearing up, “I can’t go their, I won’t!”
”Okay.”
”But just promise me, unless you are dying or dead you won’t use the crystal again, promise me Christopher!”
The Warrior looked at his cousin.
”Promise me!”
”I promise.”

Melinda sighed in relief. The Warrior and The Angel looked at each other for a long time, as if they were talking telepathically. But they weren’t.
”How is your new power coming along?” Chris asked
“It’s coming okay. It gets the better hold me at times.”
”What do you mean?” Chris asked
”I don’t know I just lose control of it, sometimes and I destroy things, on accident.”
”Oh okay. Well I got to get going. I am tracking a heard of Vampires in Romania.”
”Okay, me too, I am tracking the a Lazarus demon.”
”They vanquished him already, didn’t they?”
”Yes, but I think it’s another one.”<br>”Okay,” The Warrior said giving his cousin another hug, “Before I go Happy Belated Birthday.” He said giving her a box gift wrapped in white paper.
”Oh, thank you.” She said opening it. As she opened it, she pulled out a gold cross on a chain.
”I love you.” He said
Melinda was speechless, she cried a tear and when she looked up her cousin was already gone.
”I love you too.”

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As the Witch Warrior went through the country side of Romania it was very pretty and the essence of evil filled every inch of it. He knew that he was probably being watched and followed. But he was used it to it by now.

As he walked further, night began to fall, and he needed to find a means of shelter. He soon came across a grey stone what looked like to be a church. It looked very indeed evil against the green forest and the darken grey skies. The Warrior put one had on his sword and walked into the church to see more.

The Church had defiantly seen it’s better days, it was in complete ruins. The walls were still up and so were parts of the ceiling. But in parts of the church the ceiling was not even their. As he walked around he found tombstones and even a magnificent Chapel that looked like it was not ruined at all, it was also huge.

“The trees must hide this.” Said the Warrior, for he didn’t see it, when he entered the church. It had rosewood pews, in the chapel and the top of the chapel where the altar lied, it was absolutely brilliant. Giant glass windows that expelled light onto the chapel, the main window was huge, it had a giant red cross on it. And around the cross were vampire like stone creatures that looked onto the cross with disgust. The smaller windows were also rather strange to see in a chapel, on had a horned angle biting the neck of an angel, another window had the same horned angel this time with fanged teeth like vampires and it had angel wings and portraying to the heavens.

The Warrior then set his sights low on the altar. The ground was a red fabric, and rose wood railing separated the altar from the pews. He looked around and saw skulls of humans and things he has never seen before on a table which was covered in white candle wax. He also saw a black book with gold bounded pages and the spine of the book was pure gold. The cover had the title, Chiesa del maledetto, he looked at that, it was Italian. He had taken one Italian course in his high school years, something of the something, he couldn’t figure it out.
He touched the book, and expecting it to shock him or something and it didn’t, he opened it. It had very old pages and they were all written in Italian and nothing in English. He wish Melinda was here, she knew about three foreign languages, English, Spanish, and Italian. She could tell him what the Chiesa del maledetto meant. He tried to pick up the book, but it wouldn’t lift, in fact only the cover and pages seemed to move. It was full of text and what looked like to be dried blood. He closed the book and stepped down from the altar.
As he walked out of the Chapel it suddenly got cold, and a chilling voice said behind him, “Andare In qualche luogo?” The Warrior grabbed his sword.