Circe
"Seal her!" "Rid us of that demon!" "May thee owl witch never befoul our name ever again!" It was a dark, moonless night. Bound up on a large stake, a woman seemed to be knocked unconscious, one of her eyes looking closed normally, the other covered by a bandage that seemed to wrap around her head to cover the eye like an eye patch. She was also covered in bandages along multiple other parts of her body, including her thighs and arms, and her bust. her hair was still in a slight tail, a bright green spherical gem holding the black hair in its form. In front of her form remained an odd staff with four points on it, which seemed to let off an odd aura of voodoo. It was her staff, one she used for each of her spells. She was quite good with it too really, capable of advanced sorcery that would put multiple parts of the natural world to shame.
One may wonder why the woman was here, or why she was being 'sealed', but that was simple. She was a witch who committed the ultimate taboo of her coven, and had used her skills to kill those who were innocent. She had a reasoning though, even if it was one that was called either nuts or blasphemous by many, and it was a spell to grant herself immortality. She had her own reasons (Mostly to become one of the wisest and all knowing of her kind), and she knew it was against her covens rules, but she figured herself competent enough to escape. Obviously, she was wrong. Now, the whole village was working on sealing the woman away into the staff that now stood out in front of her.
With a bit of a loud speech, a tall robed elderly woman stepped towards the staff, gazing to it and then the bound witch. "Let the ritual commence!" At the order, it seemed the whole village, at least, this looked like a village, had circled the elder and the witch. Everybody began to chant, the main woman bringing up her hands. The air grew heavier, and after about five minutes, the tan witch and staff began to both glow. With a final resounding clap from the elder, the staff floated to the tan witch, and after a brief flash, the two things combined and the woman was gone. The staff fell to the ground, shifting around a bit before it let off a low glow and a slight scream.
It seemed the spell had awoken Circe, and had her quite angry. "What is this?! How DARE you seal me?! Thy shall pay for this! I will get free, and I will have my revenge!" It was a shrill and cold voice, but one that sounded like it'd be smooth and sultry in any other situation. The elder ignored the outcries of the staff though, picking it up in one hand and raising a hand to the end of it. Making a small set of symbols with her finger, she muttered something and the staff instantly silenced. Well, at least the noise stopped, but Circe was still screaming her lungs out.
"We shall leave the staff in my cabin, to keep any unwise fools from stumbling on this and unsealing the evil inside." The elder announced to the village, before walking back to her cabin, the circle splitting for her and then breaking altogether.
Inside the cabin, which was well enough set up, it seemed there were plenty of books and various artifacts. Circe was now going to be another addition to these artifacts, being hung up on the wall on a pair of elk-horns that made a kind of rack.
After that day, there was no more real talk of the 'owl witch' known as Circe, the village getting back to the usual calm and without much interruption from outside sources. There occasionally were people who tried to follow in the footsteps of the infamous witch, but none of them really ever got far.
Then the witch trials came.
This village wasn't so lucky as to survive it, most of the town being burnt down by those religious cultists, who made sure they got everybody who didn't run. In a bit of irony as well, it seemed much of the witches found in the village were burned on the same stake Circe had been placed on to be sealed. Even with all the destruction though, and the houses all being burnt down, Circe's staff survived. Under the rubble of that old house it remained for years upon years, the witch inside going from angry, to outright mad, until she finally fell into a slumber inside her restraints.
The next time the staff was really seen by people was somewhere during the time of industrialism, where as cities grew out, they came across what was the place of the old village. It was hard to tell anything had ever been there though, as the large amount of time made everything break down into the ground except for some select items. There were still fragments of some plates buried in the ground, preserved by the earth, as well as the staff which seemed to stay in perfect condition all by itself. As things were built, one builder happened upon the staff. Even though he had no use for it, he chose to take it to a store and maybe sell it for a slight bonus. At this point, Circe was still asleep, not knowing how the surrounding world was changing constantly.
The staff sold for a low price, nobody aware of just how valuable it really was, and it found itself in a constant cycle of being used for many years before being sold again. It had even moved overseas by boat with one traveler. A decade had passed, and then a century, and even eventually came the new millennium. The staff remained resolute, as perfectly in shape as it was hundreds of years ago, and it eventually landed in the hands of another shop in new york.
It was different from the usual shops though, this a Halloween shop and the time for Halloween close approaching. The staff was in a display and at a decent price, the shop at least recognizing the quality. Inside still slumbered Circe, her seal weakened due to the time and all her owners, and likely to come out come her next owner and Halloween. Granted, she was in for a rude awakening when she saw the new world and how it changed in her incredibly long slumber.
One may wonder why the woman was here, or why she was being 'sealed', but that was simple. She was a witch who committed the ultimate taboo of her coven, and had used her skills to kill those who were innocent. She had a reasoning though, even if it was one that was called either nuts or blasphemous by many, and it was a spell to grant herself immortality. She had her own reasons (Mostly to become one of the wisest and all knowing of her kind), and she knew it was against her covens rules, but she figured herself competent enough to escape. Obviously, she was wrong. Now, the whole village was working on sealing the woman away into the staff that now stood out in front of her.
With a bit of a loud speech, a tall robed elderly woman stepped towards the staff, gazing to it and then the bound witch. "Let the ritual commence!" At the order, it seemed the whole village, at least, this looked like a village, had circled the elder and the witch. Everybody began to chant, the main woman bringing up her hands. The air grew heavier, and after about five minutes, the tan witch and staff began to both glow. With a final resounding clap from the elder, the staff floated to the tan witch, and after a brief flash, the two things combined and the woman was gone. The staff fell to the ground, shifting around a bit before it let off a low glow and a slight scream.
It seemed the spell had awoken Circe, and had her quite angry. "What is this?! How DARE you seal me?! Thy shall pay for this! I will get free, and I will have my revenge!" It was a shrill and cold voice, but one that sounded like it'd be smooth and sultry in any other situation. The elder ignored the outcries of the staff though, picking it up in one hand and raising a hand to the end of it. Making a small set of symbols with her finger, she muttered something and the staff instantly silenced. Well, at least the noise stopped, but Circe was still screaming her lungs out.
"We shall leave the staff in my cabin, to keep any unwise fools from stumbling on this and unsealing the evil inside." The elder announced to the village, before walking back to her cabin, the circle splitting for her and then breaking altogether.
Inside the cabin, which was well enough set up, it seemed there were plenty of books and various artifacts. Circe was now going to be another addition to these artifacts, being hung up on the wall on a pair of elk-horns that made a kind of rack.
After that day, there was no more real talk of the 'owl witch' known as Circe, the village getting back to the usual calm and without much interruption from outside sources. There occasionally were people who tried to follow in the footsteps of the infamous witch, but none of them really ever got far.
Then the witch trials came.
This village wasn't so lucky as to survive it, most of the town being burnt down by those religious cultists, who made sure they got everybody who didn't run. In a bit of irony as well, it seemed much of the witches found in the village were burned on the same stake Circe had been placed on to be sealed. Even with all the destruction though, and the houses all being burnt down, Circe's staff survived. Under the rubble of that old house it remained for years upon years, the witch inside going from angry, to outright mad, until she finally fell into a slumber inside her restraints.
The next time the staff was really seen by people was somewhere during the time of industrialism, where as cities grew out, they came across what was the place of the old village. It was hard to tell anything had ever been there though, as the large amount of time made everything break down into the ground except for some select items. There were still fragments of some plates buried in the ground, preserved by the earth, as well as the staff which seemed to stay in perfect condition all by itself. As things were built, one builder happened upon the staff. Even though he had no use for it, he chose to take it to a store and maybe sell it for a slight bonus. At this point, Circe was still asleep, not knowing how the surrounding world was changing constantly.
The staff sold for a low price, nobody aware of just how valuable it really was, and it found itself in a constant cycle of being used for many years before being sold again. It had even moved overseas by boat with one traveler. A decade had passed, and then a century, and even eventually came the new millennium. The staff remained resolute, as perfectly in shape as it was hundreds of years ago, and it eventually landed in the hands of another shop in new york.
It was different from the usual shops though, this a Halloween shop and the time for Halloween close approaching. The staff was in a display and at a decent price, the shop at least recognizing the quality. Inside still slumbered Circe, her seal weakened due to the time and all her owners, and likely to come out come her next owner and Halloween. Granted, she was in for a rude awakening when she saw the new world and how it changed in her incredibly long slumber.
