Chapter 33

Chapter 33

They were still looking around in tension of who could be out there in the woods. It slowly begun turning dark followed by mist that was now making it hard to see anyone near you or even them seeing each other.

Ashly blew the mist away around them and it was clear amidst them. It was then when the wicked laughters begun continuously. Some sounding closer some sounding yo be from a distance.

"It is them, it seems they found us," Ashly said still looking around trying to see if she can spot anyone.

"Great, I guess no need to be alarmed then," John said trying to cool off from the tension that had been created around them.

"Not really we can't be certain about that. The Queendomians' witches can never be trusted." Ashly said to them reminding them not to put their guards downs.

"That's right hahahaha," a witch's voice was heard followed with a laughter. They all looked around trying to see where it came from but it echoed through every part that sorrounded them and the mist was forming back real quick. John screamed out loud as someone was pulling him from where everyone else was. The scream was then heard from Meshack and they now could not see either Meshack or John.

"Whoever you are ,stop this and let my brothers go we are here to talk. We mean no harm," Hunkins said out loud as the laughters were still echoing and the screams of both Meshack and John heard.

"Hahaha seems lover boy wants to be next hahaha," a voice was heard again this time in total silence before all the wicked laughs broke out in uniform. Hunkins was now being pulled as he struggled and screamed. It was like being hooked or scratched with sharp nails all around your body ,pulling you with claws on your flesh or with hook deep inside you pulling you. With more resistance there was more pain.

"RITALOSIKASHKADWO..."Ashly screamed out enchanted words as she moved her hands in a certain rhythm. The laughters faded and the mist dissapeared now with no trace. She could see the Misdkoza's brothers tied to trees with their flesh pierced with deep sharp roots. That was what was pulling them. She kept on enchanting and the roots now undug themselves from their flesh and they screamed out loud in more pain but their wounds healed leaving scars with their clothes stained with blood.

"We have a bloodline with us hahaha," a witch said now coming out of a tree and all the other witches came out from trees surrounding them all in dark clothes with long black hair that they let fall on their backs and arms in a scattered way. The boys regaining their strength tried sitting up straight as they could not stand immediately. The roots were taking there energy and sucking them dry of blood, through every blood vein in them.

"We are here for help," Ashly said after getting all their attention. I am Ashly Hoot, the three boys with me are the Misdkoza brothers the true Heroes of Hummingheart. I am of the bloodline of the Hoots and we are here for the special ritual to regain the locked memories of the Misdkozas," Ashly said confidently. The witches listened and went on whispering among themselves for some seconds before their leader turned back to them.

"Where did you leave the other one...Hoot?" The head witch asked now coming closer.

"Well this is not what is important at the moment and she is well where she is..." Ashly answered bravely.

"You are lieing!" She said trying to strangle her by one of the root trees holding the Misdkoza brothers from doing anything to defend her. She then went forward showing an image of Derrick walking around impatiently. "Where is he? Whatever protection you are using I still can see him. Now call for him," she continued as the image could be seen but no sign of Lorna.

"I can't go through it, there is something greater protecting the boy. She is the only one who can call to him," one of the witches said as she was instructed to pull him out from where he was but she could not access where Derrick was. They could not see Lorna in the image but Ashly knew she was there, the magic around her was just too powerfull even when she was not concious.

The lead witch instructed Ashly to call to Derrick from the image. She called Derrick and he could see her through that image which got him freaked out even more.

"Derrick I want to hold your hand and walk in this image," Ashly said to him who had like a million questions to what that was.

"Ashly...what is happening and L..."

"Shhh...don't say a thing just do as I have asked you," Ashly stopped Derrick from mentioning Lorna whom the witches were not aware of.

Derrick, frightened like a dove did as asked and walked in the image which resulted to him stepping to where they were. It was still dark and but with the witches' presence Derrick got even more scared.

The witches went on laughing more loudly.

"Will you help us now?" Ashly asked after their prolonged laughter.

"Isn't that what you are here for Hoot?"the lead witch said coming closer to where Derrick was.

"He is a human boy he will do you no good," Ashly said trying to divert the witches' attention from Derrick.

"Am no fool Hoot, he is a rare being born of a human nature to be a heroe of us all." The witch said looking more closer at him.

"You have no clue of that do you boy," the witch said as she still kept her attention to him as well as all the others who were giggling in low tones. She went further to explain to him what she meant. Heroes are either born four or three. In an instance of three, a human child is born at the same time and day with human nature until its encounter with the three where they make a heroe out of him. He then regains his true nature.

"How do we do that?"John asked curiously.

"From your locked memories are all the answers you need," the witch answered him.

"What's your price?" Ashly asked before the lead witch gathered all the witches in position.

"We need no price Hoot. The presence of the great ancestors of our line will be more than enough,"the witch said.

"Witches with no price,sounds suspicious," Ashly said followed by a long pause. "I am not the Carrier of the ancestral witches."

"Hahaha you should have a long conversation with your grandmother on what is in you, now why don't we stop with the questions and get down to business...Witches rakrita" she changed getting back to formation as they all stood in a circle placing the fourth boy in the middle.

Ashly felt betrayed by her grandmother for not telling her even just the truth about herself. She grew up knowing that her sister Sabina was the one that had inherited the ancestral witches thus more powerful than her but now she was getting different information. She could not trust them immediately but there was only one way to confirm the truth now.

The lead witch went on instructing the Misdkoza brothers to sorround Derrick and repeat after her some enchanting words. They begun their enchantments and the environment begun getting intense now.

"Hoot we are waiting for you, summon the ancestors," the lead witch ordered.

Ashly begun making some enchantments causing the surrounding to be more intense. The wind begun whirling and hoarse voices were heard. Dark shadows were seen behind Ashly as she enchanted more, the other witches joined her in her words and dark shadows appeared behind them too. The whole place was covered with darkness and the boys were now holding hands and some sort of dark magic passed between their hands. Derrick was still at the centre of the Misdkoza brothers and he could not believe everything he saw. Ashly, whose voice was more louder than all the other witches was now getting high on the air. In her mind she could see a woman giving birth to two baby girls. The woman next to her was her grandmother. The woman giving birth kept on repeating some words.

"Keep her safe, and the secret keep it safe."

That was her memory from her the day she was being born. The Misdkoza brothers now begun having flushes of their memories as it fast forwarded from their present moment in a speed going backwards so fast to the day they were in their womb. It felt like they were now watching from a distance how repetitive it was some things seemed to be as if repeated in their lives over a period of time and was taken back to when they were young, oer and over again.