Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2013 21:43:41 GMT -5
It was a chilly afternoon in New Orlands. Autumn was definitely settling in around the city. The smell of wood burning penetrated the air. Akhtar sat in the back seat if his Mercedes as his chauffeur drove him towards his destination. He looked at the invitation in his hand. It was from a woman named Genevive. He couldn't believe she was so bold! Akhtar sat the invitation on the seat next to him. He had his driver, and two magi escorts. Akhtar was never one to walk into a situation blind. He didn't know what to do when he received the invite so he just decided it was best to go. There was a reason why he was a bit apprehensive to go and meet her. Akhtar and his family were non-biased and non-prejudiced people. They did not have a hateful bone in their body but history existed. Genevive was a witch-doctor. Yes they were the same thing as a witch or wizard but there were small differences amongst them.
Over 12,000 years ago had the split between wizards and witches like Akhtar and wizards and witches like Genevive who preferred the term "witch-doctors."It was was a total of 60 magical tribes. Magical beings have existed since the beginning of time. There were always those beings who were magically inclined. They were naturally better than the regular man or woman. They were able to do things that others couldn't. They also lived far longer. It was the new breed of witches and wizards who didn't seem to make it past 200 years or so. Their blood was far too watered down. They were almost a hybrid witch or wizard. However the pure-bloods like Akhtar and Meena...they aged far slower, they lived for centuries unless they were murdered. THIS is what made them different. That is what caused the split...Witch-doctors believed that all magical blood should remain pure and that non-magically inclined beings should be allowed to marry or have off spring for witches or wizards. They believed that it would taint the blood of the witches and result in a weaker race over all.
The 10 most orthodox tribes left. They couldn't take the "pollution" of the race. They didn't like the way things were going. Soon time advanced and of the 50 remaining tribes they formed a council. It was soon evolution continued and they were not all needing the old ways as much. It seemed that with time they were able to hold the magic within them. The offspring was born with the inherit knowledge. The weaker clans who often times relied on the old rituals joined the more powerful tribes. The 10 tribes who made up the "witch-doctors" believed, and still believe that they should keep the rituals alive. They held bitterness within them and their magic started to change. It wasn't quite the same. Many of the younger generations were taught to use black magic, they channeled demons, and raised the dead. It was expressly forbidden within the "witch/wizard" race to do this. While there were those who practiced black magic within the "witch/wizard" category they had long forgotten the extremely dark ways and teachings that the "witch-doctors" kept. Not all witch-doctors were evil or practiced black magic. There were those who were genuinely good. They wanted to mend the relationship between them and the other clans.
Soon the 50 clans had branched off into smaller clans. In the modern world every region had a royal family that ruled the area. This would include the United States. The world's were kept secret. Due to natural migration there were regions with witch-doctor majority populations and regions with witch/wizard majorities. The witch-doctor majority lands often times persecuted and treated their witch/wizard counterparts worst than the humans during the Salem Witch Trials. They would kill them for not seeing things their way and the witch/wizard nations attacked. Many lives were lost on both sides. Akhtar's family was a particular case...They always treated all of the people within their kingdom the same. They believed that all magical beings were equal and that they all had to protect one another.
There was a treaty signed between the witch-doctors and the regular witch/wizard population. It called for the ending of killing amongst them all. Although the relations between the governing bodies has improved drastically there are still those extreme factions who believe they were ultimately wronged. They don't care for witch-doctors and the witch-doctor faction doesn't care for wizard/witches. The amount of people who feel this way is small but they still make their presence known. Each faction feels as if their side has been wronged. They are like extremist in any world population. Genevive happens to belong to one of these factions. Her family was very high ranking amongst the 10 tribes who left the other witches and wizards. They are perhaps the second most orthodox family within the 10 tribes. She feels that any of the new wizards or witches, even the pure-bloods like Akhtar and Meena are beneath her. She sent the invitation so the Prince could understand where they stood. She would not be intimidated by some child.
Genevive sat in her consultation room. This is where the two would have their meeting. She knew all about Akhtar and his family. She was well aware of the great Zuelma dynasty. The untouchables. She scoffed even thinking of them. The "People's Prince" was coming to her home. What an honor right? HA! Who do these people think they are...They are so powerful but they are hiding in the shadows...Living in separate worlds. How are they supposed to be so great if they have allowed filthy humans to come and take over their lands. They had allowed humans to become the dominate race and they were now the underlings. She used them for what she could but once they were of no more use she killed them. They weren't anything but scum in her eyes.
The black Mercedes came to a stop in front of the large home. Akhtar stepped out of the car and was escorted to the door by the two magi. Standing there were two large men waiting to escort Akhtar into the home. He couldn't help but laugh. He was glad he brought his own security. It was something telling him to keep his guard up. He couldn't fall victim to Genevive. The two men showed Akhtar to the consultation room and announced his arrival in French to the woman. They bowed slightly as they pulled out a chair for Akhtar to sit in.
They excused themselves leaving the two large french doors open that led to the room. Genevive looked up after Akhtar sat down and gave an almost belittling smile to the young prince. She said in a heavy Parisian-French accent, "Well, well, well look who was able to join us. Thank you for taking time out of your oh so busy schedule to join an insignificant person like myself your highness..." The way she said everything was so condescending. Akhtar was becoming annoyed already. He couldn't believe this woman was already starting. He didn't know who she was or what she wanted with him. All he knew was that she was a witch-doctor. He replied to her, "Thank you for having me...Tell me what is that you want?" She smirked when she heard Akhtar's reply. She said,"WELL...you don't waste any time do you? I just wanted to see "The Phoenix Prince" in the flesh. I wanted to know who the child is that is said to be so powerful. I want to know who the enemy is."
Akhtar looked at the woman with surprise. The enemy? THE ENEMY?!?! They were both of the same people. They were one people. It didn't matter what title had been created to show difference amongst them. In Akhtar's eyes they were all still one people. Akhtar looked at her and shook his head as he laughed, "No...you're mistaken. I am no enemy. We should be in an alliance. We are the same...It doesn't matter the means of how we use our powers. We are all still magical beings." Genevive's face hardened. She locked eyes with Akhtar and said, "Let's make one thing clear...We are NOT the same...It doesn't matter to me WHAT you think... I don't care how pure your blood is...You are still not, nor will you ever be equal to me. Your generations blood is so diluted. HA! Coming from a royal family...oh we all share the same ancestor. Your family never once married a human. Not one can be found in your line but it doesn't matter. You all are still the same...You all want people to feel wanted and loved. It's because of your weak mother and father that we are still living in the shadows."
Akhtar's eyes narrowed slightly. She was starting to attack his family. She looked at him and chuckled, "Oh yes...I know all about your loving parents...King Fuad...Queen Abidah. You think they frighten me? I know allllllllll about your family. Funny thing what happened to your brother isn't? Of all people one of the royal children are messing with black magic...Flirting with necromancy...Delving into the arts of the witch-doctors." Akhtar was livid. He slammed his fist on the table causing the flames that were burning on the wicks of the candles to jump high nearly brushing the ceiling. He yelled at her, "
YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME OR MY FAMILY OKAY?!?!? HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MY FAMILY!! YOU ARE SPEAKING TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE AKHTAR ZUELMA! YOU WILL SPEAK TO ME ACCORDINGLY!!"
The two guards who were standing outside of the door in case anything happened. They rushed in with Akhtar's magi guards following closely behind. They grabbed Akhtar and tried to forcefully sit him down. Moving his hand in a flicking motion towards the wall the two large guards went flying across the room. His eyes flashed gold for a moment and the men were lifted off the floor as Akhtar never broke his stare down with Genevive. The magi guards stood motionless knowing not to move unless Akhtar commanded them to do so. The flames on two candles that floated near the men jumped off the wick and entwined together and encased the men into a sphere of flames. Akhtar told the guard who was about to attempt to break through the flame barrier, "I wouldn't do that if I were you...unless you want to die a quick death." He lowered his hand and the men still remained there floating in the burning bubble about five feet in the air.
He looked at Genevive and said, "You said you wanted to TALK...not try and start some war...What do you want from me?!?" Genevive looked unmoved but inside her heart was racing. She didn't expect Akhtar to move so swiftly. He was obviously not just a "pretty face." He was also well versed in defensive spells. He may prove to be a formidable foe in the end. She looked at him and said, "I want you to understand that this is my city now. consider me a new patron saint of New Orlands if you will. " She laughed openly mocking Akhtar's religion. He looked at her and said as he stood, "I will NOT sit here and take this...I think it is best I leave...before I do something I regret. You will not disrespect me any longer." Not even waiting Akhtar rushed out of the room. Genevive had officially gotten under his skin. Khan pulled up and Akhtar hastily got into the car so they could leave. He wasn't keen to stay any longer.
As the car drove away Akhtar's spell broke around the men and they fell to the floor. Genevive looked to the two men who were slowly pulling themselves up from the floor. "Make sure to keep an eye on that one...He could end up being too much trouble...We can kill him if we have to..."
Over 12,000 years ago had the split between wizards and witches like Akhtar and wizards and witches like Genevive who preferred the term "witch-doctors."It was was a total of 60 magical tribes. Magical beings have existed since the beginning of time. There were always those beings who were magically inclined. They were naturally better than the regular man or woman. They were able to do things that others couldn't. They also lived far longer. It was the new breed of witches and wizards who didn't seem to make it past 200 years or so. Their blood was far too watered down. They were almost a hybrid witch or wizard. However the pure-bloods like Akhtar and Meena...they aged far slower, they lived for centuries unless they were murdered. THIS is what made them different. That is what caused the split...Witch-doctors believed that all magical blood should remain pure and that non-magically inclined beings should be allowed to marry or have off spring for witches or wizards. They believed that it would taint the blood of the witches and result in a weaker race over all.
The 10 most orthodox tribes left. They couldn't take the "pollution" of the race. They didn't like the way things were going. Soon time advanced and of the 50 remaining tribes they formed a council. It was soon evolution continued and they were not all needing the old ways as much. It seemed that with time they were able to hold the magic within them. The offspring was born with the inherit knowledge. The weaker clans who often times relied on the old rituals joined the more powerful tribes. The 10 tribes who made up the "witch-doctors" believed, and still believe that they should keep the rituals alive. They held bitterness within them and their magic started to change. It wasn't quite the same. Many of the younger generations were taught to use black magic, they channeled demons, and raised the dead. It was expressly forbidden within the "witch/wizard" race to do this. While there were those who practiced black magic within the "witch/wizard" category they had long forgotten the extremely dark ways and teachings that the "witch-doctors" kept. Not all witch-doctors were evil or practiced black magic. There were those who were genuinely good. They wanted to mend the relationship between them and the other clans.
Soon the 50 clans had branched off into smaller clans. In the modern world every region had a royal family that ruled the area. This would include the United States. The world's were kept secret. Due to natural migration there were regions with witch-doctor majority populations and regions with witch/wizard majorities. The witch-doctor majority lands often times persecuted and treated their witch/wizard counterparts worst than the humans during the Salem Witch Trials. They would kill them for not seeing things their way and the witch/wizard nations attacked. Many lives were lost on both sides. Akhtar's family was a particular case...They always treated all of the people within their kingdom the same. They believed that all magical beings were equal and that they all had to protect one another.
There was a treaty signed between the witch-doctors and the regular witch/wizard population. It called for the ending of killing amongst them all. Although the relations between the governing bodies has improved drastically there are still those extreme factions who believe they were ultimately wronged. They don't care for witch-doctors and the witch-doctor faction doesn't care for wizard/witches. The amount of people who feel this way is small but they still make their presence known. Each faction feels as if their side has been wronged. They are like extremist in any world population. Genevive happens to belong to one of these factions. Her family was very high ranking amongst the 10 tribes who left the other witches and wizards. They are perhaps the second most orthodox family within the 10 tribes. She feels that any of the new wizards or witches, even the pure-bloods like Akhtar and Meena are beneath her. She sent the invitation so the Prince could understand where they stood. She would not be intimidated by some child.
Genevive sat in her consultation room. This is where the two would have their meeting. She knew all about Akhtar and his family. She was well aware of the great Zuelma dynasty. The untouchables. She scoffed even thinking of them. The "People's Prince" was coming to her home. What an honor right? HA! Who do these people think they are...They are so powerful but they are hiding in the shadows...Living in separate worlds. How are they supposed to be so great if they have allowed filthy humans to come and take over their lands. They had allowed humans to become the dominate race and they were now the underlings. She used them for what she could but once they were of no more use she killed them. They weren't anything but scum in her eyes.
The black Mercedes came to a stop in front of the large home. Akhtar stepped out of the car and was escorted to the door by the two magi. Standing there were two large men waiting to escort Akhtar into the home. He couldn't help but laugh. He was glad he brought his own security. It was something telling him to keep his guard up. He couldn't fall victim to Genevive. The two men showed Akhtar to the consultation room and announced his arrival in French to the woman. They bowed slightly as they pulled out a chair for Akhtar to sit in.
They excused themselves leaving the two large french doors open that led to the room. Genevive looked up after Akhtar sat down and gave an almost belittling smile to the young prince. She said in a heavy Parisian-French accent, "Well, well, well look who was able to join us. Thank you for taking time out of your oh so busy schedule to join an insignificant person like myself your highness..." The way she said everything was so condescending. Akhtar was becoming annoyed already. He couldn't believe this woman was already starting. He didn't know who she was or what she wanted with him. All he knew was that she was a witch-doctor. He replied to her, "Thank you for having me...Tell me what is that you want?" She smirked when she heard Akhtar's reply. She said,"WELL...you don't waste any time do you? I just wanted to see "The Phoenix Prince" in the flesh. I wanted to know who the child is that is said to be so powerful. I want to know who the enemy is."
Akhtar looked at the woman with surprise. The enemy? THE ENEMY?!?! They were both of the same people. They were one people. It didn't matter what title had been created to show difference amongst them. In Akhtar's eyes they were all still one people. Akhtar looked at her and shook his head as he laughed, "No...you're mistaken. I am no enemy. We should be in an alliance. We are the same...It doesn't matter the means of how we use our powers. We are all still magical beings." Genevive's face hardened. She locked eyes with Akhtar and said, "Let's make one thing clear...We are NOT the same...It doesn't matter to me WHAT you think... I don't care how pure your blood is...You are still not, nor will you ever be equal to me. Your generations blood is so diluted. HA! Coming from a royal family...oh we all share the same ancestor. Your family never once married a human. Not one can be found in your line but it doesn't matter. You all are still the same...You all want people to feel wanted and loved. It's because of your weak mother and father that we are still living in the shadows."
Akhtar's eyes narrowed slightly. She was starting to attack his family. She looked at him and chuckled, "Oh yes...I know all about your loving parents...King Fuad...Queen Abidah. You think they frighten me? I know allllllllll about your family. Funny thing what happened to your brother isn't? Of all people one of the royal children are messing with black magic...Flirting with necromancy...Delving into the arts of the witch-doctors." Akhtar was livid. He slammed his fist on the table causing the flames that were burning on the wicks of the candles to jump high nearly brushing the ceiling. He yelled at her, "
YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME OR MY FAMILY OKAY?!?!? HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MY FAMILY!! YOU ARE SPEAKING TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE AKHTAR ZUELMA! YOU WILL SPEAK TO ME ACCORDINGLY!!"
The two guards who were standing outside of the door in case anything happened. They rushed in with Akhtar's magi guards following closely behind. They grabbed Akhtar and tried to forcefully sit him down. Moving his hand in a flicking motion towards the wall the two large guards went flying across the room. His eyes flashed gold for a moment and the men were lifted off the floor as Akhtar never broke his stare down with Genevive. The magi guards stood motionless knowing not to move unless Akhtar commanded them to do so. The flames on two candles that floated near the men jumped off the wick and entwined together and encased the men into a sphere of flames. Akhtar told the guard who was about to attempt to break through the flame barrier, "I wouldn't do that if I were you...unless you want to die a quick death." He lowered his hand and the men still remained there floating in the burning bubble about five feet in the air.
He looked at Genevive and said, "You said you wanted to TALK...not try and start some war...What do you want from me?!?" Genevive looked unmoved but inside her heart was racing. She didn't expect Akhtar to move so swiftly. He was obviously not just a "pretty face." He was also well versed in defensive spells. He may prove to be a formidable foe in the end. She looked at him and said, "I want you to understand that this is my city now. consider me a new patron saint of New Orlands if you will. " She laughed openly mocking Akhtar's religion. He looked at her and said as he stood, "I will NOT sit here and take this...I think it is best I leave...before I do something I regret. You will not disrespect me any longer." Not even waiting Akhtar rushed out of the room. Genevive had officially gotten under his skin. Khan pulled up and Akhtar hastily got into the car so they could leave. He wasn't keen to stay any longer.
As the car drove away Akhtar's spell broke around the men and they fell to the floor. Genevive looked to the two men who were slowly pulling themselves up from the floor. "Make sure to keep an eye on that one...He could end up being too much trouble...We can kill him if we have to..."