Into the Fiction

“ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY ONE!”

“All hail the great one!”

“All hail!”

The witches chant loudly in the belief of being heard by him; the alpha wolf whom they saw as king. This belief had been in existence for centuries before their generation as no one dared to oppose. A number of about twenty of them. Their faces are masked with similar design of a red mask with black outlining the nose area, two black horns extending from the top of the mask and white fangs protruding the mouth area of the mask. They are clothed in red cloaks, each with

hoods extending to cover their heads and down, revealing only their mouths. Long claws are seen protruding from their fingers covered in black.

They dance around in the field of hay under the moonlight swaying their hands

and waist in fast rhythmic patterns. Their waist movements opposing that of their hands.

They move around as though not being in control of their own body, moving

around the tree where the sacrifice is tied to. Tightly roped around her waist to the tree, she spotted a figure. She is slender and slim with long silky hair now covered in dust and roughened by the wind. She has her hands behind her, roped to her back and her head facing the ground, as though almost lifeless.

“Glorify the mighty one!”

“He comes in, amidst the full moon".

“All hail!”

They continue to chant loudly.

The sky is bright with the full moonlight beaming through it.

There is soon rumbling in the skies and lines of light in the sky, luring forth thunder and lightning.

“Pleaseeeeee!”

Theresa lets out a loud cry, screaming at the top of her lungs without a care in the world about losing her vocals.

“Pleaseeeee I beg of you. Why me?!”

She continues to scream.

She struggles with all her might, ruffling her hands to loosen the rope knotted on her wrists.

“Ahhhhhh!”

She lets out a loud scream in pain as the rope tears through her flesh from the friction during her struggle.