GENRE: Paranormal Fantasy
It was the beginning.
The rebirth of the auld fused together with the new. Of time gone backwards then brought forward sparkling to those that believed in magic.
I was chosen to journal all that was it and what it was to become – New Avalon. A township of mystical, magical people set on the wondrous path of resurrecting an old place in time where peace, unity and the ways of the gods and goddesses were worshipped and revered. The witches of
and the world over have had enough. Persecution still exists even though the witch trials ended decades ago. Outsiders don’t understand, and probably never will. It’s easier for them to frown upon, cast angry glances, or fear the witch then it is to take the time to understand. Salem, Massachusetts
Longing for the days of auld where magical abilities were honed and used in society, witches far and wide stood together and directed their energy to those in
who raised it - a protective, luminescent, energy sphere. The time had come to bring it all back. And, that is just what happened. Salem
As most do here, I remember the night it happened. The awe and fear as the elemental forces passed through me. The wonder and thrill of having my sixth sense opened and attuned to everything around me. To feel alive and know that what was happening was a good thing. And, for some time, it was good. I say was because time has a way of changing people and their ways.