| The Little Girl Files: Natasha, The Young Witch (Part 1) No copying, rewriting, stealing, or in anyway damaging this story... Hi, my name is Natasha Claymore and I am fourteen years old. I have hair as black as a raven's feathers that goes down to my butt and dark purple eyes. My skin is as white as milk and my lips are a pale pink. I am five foot eleven and have a slim body due to me living alone. I have c-cup breasts and a nice round butt, my pussy being shaven and as smooth as a baby's. Oh what is that? You are curious about why I live alone when I am merely fourteen and it seems I am unable to fend for myself? Well, I am a witch and I live alone because I have no one with me...My family is either dead or has disowned me, and my friends have all forgotten and abandoned me. But that is all about to change... I sigh as I walk through the forest that is my home and kick a rock aside into a stream that is being drank by a deer. I look at the animal and grab a sketch book and my quill pen before sitting down and straightening my ankle length black and red off-the shoulder dress. I get some ink on my pen before I smile at the deer and start to sketch it, smiling softly as the majestic buck just watches me with it's gentle eyes. Whether it was luck or the work of some mystical force, I do not know, for the deer stayed right there until I was finished drawing it. I then hold my hand out as a twig snaps in the distance and scares the deer away..."Wait" I say "Come back...I wont hurt you. I...I just want a friend." I sigh and then gather my ink and things before walking off and going away from the noise. I fear the townsfolk that use the forest for food and other needs... I reach my cabin and sigh as I look around, making sure I was not followed before I enter the barrier that keeps the cabin, and myself, hidden from the townsfolk who would rather hurt me than even look at me. I hang up my black cloak and then sigh as I use my magic to open the door and look inside the now dark cabin..."I'm home..." I say to only the shadows and I rub my eyes as I enter the cabin and set my things down. With but a flick of my wrist, the door closes and I sit on a bed made of straw that is covered by two large quilts that my mother made before she was...taken from me. I sigh as I then reach behind me and undo my black hair and let it out of the tight ponytail it is. I then wave my hand again and the candles, which are barely there, light up and I can finally see again. Hurray, I am alone... I grab a broom and start to clean before I set the broom down and then scream at the top of my lungs and slam my foot down, causing the broom to snap in half. "Ah damnit..." I then connect the pieces and they become one whole broom before I set it aside. I then check my food stores and am met with yet another dismal sight...I am almost out of meat and my bread is gone. I grab some meat and cook it before eating it and sighing. I then undress myself until I am only in my slip and I take that off, standing there naked and cold. I have no wood for a fire and it is too dark for me to get any now...Getting to bed I curl up and hope that it at least does not rain. Or worse, snow... I do not have a restful sleep as I toss and turn as one nightmare after another rakes my brain and torments me with my past. I see my mother, a lovely woman who was the picture of perfection, being tormented, spat on, and yelled at by those she trusted just because she was a witch. Not even an evil one, just a witch...I then go to one where she is being dragged by a rope around her neck like a dog and she then hugs and kisses my cheek, promising me it will be all right and that she will always love me. I start to cry both in my terrible memories turned dreams and in real life as I see the pyre being burned and my mother screaming and coughing. I wake up at around five or six in the morning, sitting up and covered in a cold sweat, reaching out for my mother...tears going out of my eyes. I miss you mommy, why did you have to die? I spend the morning, as I spend most of my lonely mornings, crying my eyes out and praying the Lord or the Devil or whoever is listening takes me and reunites me with my mother. But this time, in a fit of rage, I use my magic to throw a chair not only against a wall, but into it. Angrily I pray the chair loose and expect to see the outside of the cabin, instead, I see something I never saw before. A black book that says "Buch Der Magie" (Book of Magick in German, if you are curious) in thin yet tall golden letters. I take it out of the wall and blow on it before opening it, seeing my mother's handwriting and a note that says "My dear, sweet Natasha...If you are reading this than that means I am dead. I pray you are doing well and are happy my sweet, sweet little angel. This book has been handed down our family line for three generations. If it is in your hands, that means it is your time to take up the power the book contains. Use it to your heart's content, but remember that hate and anger and rage and vengeance have no place in our hearts. Blessed be and I love you my sweet Natasha, Mother" I fall to by bottom on the cold wooden floor and then cry again. "Oh mother I thank you for this book...But I just wish you were here with me." I say between the tears and then I slam the book down before I put on my slip and shiver and wrap one of the quilts around myself. I then kick the wall and bounce while shouting "What good is a damn book, anyway? It didn't save you, did it? And how the blazes can it help me when I am all alone?!" I then hear something flopping and bouncing around and I look at the book. It then rises up and the pages flip like crazy before landing on a particular spell. It shows a human form being made from what seems to be clay and then a spell in German to bring it to life. I hold the book and then set it on my wooden table before I sit in a chair and then I grin, my tongue licking my lips "Oh mother you clever little minx. You never failed to surprise me..." I then decide to see if this spell works and what I can get out of it. If nothing else, at least it gives me something to do in my bitter loneliness. (Skip Ahead To Mid June Of The Next Year...) It has taken me a very long time to find the clay I needed and the preparations have consumed most of my time. But I must admit have become much happier: The cabin is no longer such a mess and my heart is lighter. I have grown an inch since I found the book, yet that is the only thing that has grown. I look at my sculpture and tilt my head before I smile. The sculpture is a female who has a long unicorn like horn sticking out of it's forehead. She has long hair that goes down to her knees and pointed ears with a wide and thin smile. Her nails were long and pointed...but other than those features she looks human. I then cut off a lock of my hair and after must frustration I am able to tie it in a knot and place it in her hands that are shaped into a cup. I then check the sun and moon that I had to draw for the smell. Rubbing my brow, I look at my loose yet still fully-covering black dress that goes down to my ankles. Drinking some water, I then grabs a golden ring I had to barter from a traveling merchant. I grab a silver bell my mother gave me when I turned eight and I tap the bell once, twice, and third before saying "Nach den vier Winden und den vier Elementen, die ich euch gebiete, die von Schlamm und meinen Geist zum Leben zu kommen. Come to life as befehle ich dir ..." (To the four winds and the four elements I command you, being of mud and my spirit come to life. Come to life as I command you...) I then blow on the statue of dry mud and then I step back. Suddenly the sun and moon symbol light up and then the light swirls up like a tornado before the statue starts to turn more human. The hair floats up and enters between the statue's breasts and there is a loud pulsing sound before she becomes human. She opens her eyes and they are the same color as mine. Her skin is as pale as mine and her hair is white, though...A bolt of lightning then comes through an open window and she screams. There is a pulse of magic and I fly back before the craziness ends and after the dust settles I look over and see her laying on the ground. I walk over and almost feel like I messed up since she is not moving or even breathing..."Are you alive? Move or something! SIT UP!" Suddenly she opens her eyes and sits up. She looks at her naked frame and instantly covers it up before she sees me and then she smiles softly "Hi mistress, how are you? I am... ummm...what is my name?" She giggles and I look her over before I reach out and feel her skin. It doesn't feel like dried mud at all, it feels like real skin. I then try to think of a name and then say "You are Seras, my dear, you are Seras Claymore." She giggles and then hugs me and I hug her back. I am no longer alone mother, and I am happy to say that book which you blessed me with has helped me. But I have a feeling my adventures are just getting started...So wherever you are mother, keep an eye on me and my dear Seras. This is just getting started... (To be continued...) |