The Era of Witches: by Nick Venom (books for 7th graders .TXT) 📕

Hello All!

The Era of Witches S1 was a series that originated on the soon to be deleted account of Maniac Production and has now been reclaimed by the main account. The following episodes were remastered on Multiverse: Collection and the remaining three episodes of the first season will be added after appearing on Multiverse. However, for this initial re-release of the season, only three episodes are available. If you wish to read the last three episodes of the first season, then visit Multiverse: Collection on Bookrix.com, where new episodes are released weekly for the remainder of 2021; by the end of 2021, the last three episodes will be released.

Until next time, I bid you all a good day.

“Burn witches!” Yelled a person in tattered brown rags. 

“Death to witches!” Shouted another person, this one a noble.

On a metal stage in front of them were four witches, bags masking their faces, handcuffed and tied to a large wooden pillar. The audience raised pitchforks and hurled tomatoes at the witches, staining their tattered clothes. The witches---all females---were surrounded by people welding torches, who ignited the sparks that burnt the wooden pills and witches, burning them at the stake. The audience roared in delight, with slight horror, as the witches were burnt to a crisp. 

Meanwhile, the royal family--consisting of the king, queen, five princesses, and four princes---watched from stone chairs atop a small hill overlooking the burning of the witches. The king and queen smirked while listening to the screams and cries of the witches. The rest of the royal family, excluding the third prince and fourth and fifth princesses, shared the same enjoyment that their father and mother felt from the blood-curdling screams. 

***

“We’re almost there!” Chelsie declared, the temporary leader of the Witches of Fallen Society, which was the last large group of witches flocking towards a safe haven. All of the other large groups were found, captured, tried, and killed by the society that declared witches as descents of demons.

“I’m tired.” Whined one of the children.

Chelsie kneeled to meet the child’s face. “Only a couple of miles more for today. We’ll start up again tomorrow.” The child nodded before being taken away by another witch, walking away from Chelsie and towards a forest.

“What do we do about Kat?” Natasha, one of the older witches asked.

“We can’t help her. She’s been captured by the humans. Unfortunately, we’re powerless here.”

“I understand, but there has to be something we can do? I’ll volunteer to go on a search and rescue mission for her.”

“And do what? Get yourself captured and killed?” Chelsie asked, raising her voice and attracting the attention of the other witches. 

“She’s right. As unfortunate as it is, we can’t help her. She’s on her own, taken by the humans. All we can do is pray for her.” Alecia, a younger witch, added.

“We must trust our leader. She will bring prosperity to our kind!” Sherilyn, another witch, declared.

“For the safe haven!” Chelsie declared

“For the safe haven!” Everyone shouted, joining in a chant that was too loud for the children’s ears.

***

A child witch named Kat sat in a carriage, bound with rope, as it made its way towards a holding cell for mass execution. Kat, a twelve-year-old girl, was caught by humans after losing sight of her friends, falling behind, and later captured. Her capturers shipped her, along with other slaves, towards their graves. Unfortunately for her, nobody seemed to be rushing to her aid. She was to die like the others---burnt alive by people who didn’t share the same ideals as her. 

However, not everybody has the same mindset that the king enforced. Aksel was a witch-supporter who lived in a nearby town that protected witches. Thankfully, the carriage was passing through his town.

TBC...

Aksel pulled weeds out of the ground, throwing them into a nearby basket. He then stood up and wiped a collection of sweat off his forehead. He reached out to a nearby basket and grabbed a hoe, slowly plowing a row. He was preparing a large field to grow crops.

He finished a row and moved to the second one, but his progress was interrupted. A familiar voice shouted out to Aksel. He looked up and noticed his neighbor’s daughter, an eighteen-year-old, named Liliana standing some distance behind him. She called out to him and waved at him. He waved back, motioning for her to come closer.

‘What’s wrong, Lily?” He asked her when she got closer.

“There’s a slave trader here,” She shouted, pointing towards the middle of the village. 

Aksel dropped his hoe and marched over to her. He got close to her and whispered “is there a witch?” To her. 

“Yeah, I see a little girl with a witch collar mixed in there with other normal slaves.” She told him. He nodded, dusting himself off. 

“Where is he? Town Center or in the waiting area?” He asked. 

“At the Town Center, father’s keeping him busy. Let’s go before he breaks away.” Liliana told him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the Town Center. There the two met with Liliana’s father, Roman. Roman was busy dealing with the slave trader, only stopping when noticing Aksel.

“Okay, let’s get to the final issue. Do you have any witches?”

“I have one, but it isn’t for sale. She’s been reserved for the royal family.” The slave trader told him.

“Are you sure about that?” Aksel chimed in, jumping headfirst into the conversation. The slave trader turned to face Aksel, chuckling a bit to himself.

“Yeah, so bug off kid.” He remarked. The slave trader was mocking Aksel’s smaller-than-average build. He was nineteen-years-old but was smaller than the other nineteen-year-olds he ever met. 

Aksel ignored his remark and glanced at Roman, nodding his head. The slave trader picked up on the nod, swiftly turning around to face Roman, but now quick enough to avoid being punched in the face. The single strike knocked the slave trader out cold with little resistance. 

With him out cold, Roman and Aksel went to work. Roman checked the carriage, discovering seven slaves of various races; four females and three males. Aksel quickly scanned through the female slaves, pointing out the witch from within them through the witch collar, a unique collar able to prevent witches from using their magic by closing their magical veins carrying their mana around their body. 

“There she is,”  He said, pointing her out. 

“What do we do about the others? We can’t just leave them alone.” Roman asked.

“We’ll let them free. Allow them to venture wherever they want, be it here or elsewhere.” Aksel said. 

“Got it,” Roman turned around and searched the slave trader’s body, pulling out a key from his pockets.  He freed the slaves and released them from the carriage. As they piled out, they looked towards Roman and Aksel with worried faces and cautious actions. Roman looked over at Aksel, who nodded at him. He nodded back, turning around to face the slaves.

“You are in the town of Hornsville; imagine this as a safe haven of sorts,” Roman told them.

“How is it a safe haven?” A male slave asked.

“No kingdom would dare to interfere with us,” Roman told them.

“Why? I don’t mean to be rude, but what makes this small village special?” A female slave asked.

“Because this town has a barrier that rejects foreign people. The only reason the slave trader made it into here was because of Roman—the guy who set you free—allowing him in. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made it inside. Anybody we don’t want inside or people who disguise themselves to attack us from inside are rejected instantly because of the barrier.” Aksel explained.

“How did you get the barrier?” Another male slave asked.

“A witch granted it to us.” He said.

“A witch?” gasped the slaves. Even the witch that was enslaved gasped at the thought that a witch would help humans.

“Why would she do that?” The witch asked. She looked to be around ten with blonde pigtails and pinkish skin. She wore a slave’s outfit of tattered brown clothes.

“Unlike most of the world, this village respects and looks up to them,” Aksel said.

“The witch isn’t here, but she is and will remain, our town savior,” Roman added.

“Sorry to interrupt, but what will we do with the trader?” Liliana asked.

The witch glared at the slave trader’s unconscious body, muttering “I’ll take care of him.”

TBC…

The witch introduced herself as Kat, the youngest witch living with the Witches of Fallen Society. “My power deals with the mind. I can mess with people’s minds and influence their memories.” She remarked. She showed off her power by applying her fingertips on the slave trader’s foreheads and reciting a spell in an unfamiliar tongue. She was speaking in an ancient witch tongue that all witches spoke in to cast their spells. 

A single light was emitted from her fingertips, surging electricity into the trader. The light descended and entered the trader’s head, disappearing inside of it. A moment later, Kat picked herself up. “It’s done, I made it so that he believes he’s a hunter and not a slave trader.”

Aksel thanked her as Roman handed Kat and the other slaves’ clothes. With new clothes in their arms, Roman cleared his throat remarking, “you are free to live here or leave. It’s your decision.”

“If you do choose to live here, then the only requirement is aiding us in our workload,” Aksel added. As soon as he spoke his words, silence rose into the atmosphere. It was then followed by one hand after another being raised. All of the slaves decided to stay in Hornsville instead of disembarking towards a new destination. 

“Good,