The Grand High Witch

Role-Play Name: 
Date Started: August 9th, 2021
Date Completed: Ongoing
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Users Involved: User:PuddingCups
Setting: Witches' Forest
Characters Involved:
*Theodora		
===Let Them Burn===
The largest tree in the entire forest. Itss roots ripped through the ground and branched out to only God knows where. The green overhead created a giant shadow which provided shade for nearly everything around it, lucky for them when the sun was beaming. Truly, it was natures sign to make it a castle, and long ago the witches had. Now, it was a fortress fit for a queen. Usually, no one was in it but the queen and her underlings, those she had deemed to have high potential. Today however, was a very different day for the entire forest. Four women stood before Theodora, an abnormally large woman who wasn't much smaller from a distance, a blob of fat and blubber whose ugliness was known throughout the world. She wore heavy makeup, but it was like putting lipstick on a pig.
She had a fan made of pure black feathers, they glistened in light like a oil spill shows a rainbow. Waving it in her face, it dried the sweat quickly, but not fast enough to stop her makeup from melting. Something that was bound to happen on a peculiarly hot day. "My my it's hot in here, isn't it ladies?" The queen snapped her fingers, a much younger witch rushing to her side with two massive glasses holding a strange red liquid. "Ahhhh, is that my Wicca Wine darling? What a dear... to go through all this trouble... to make this just for me." The queen smiled with her blood red lips, causing the child to gulp. The queen thought it was hilarious, the way the young girl feared her. As they should. Raising a hand, the child acted as if she was about to be hit but was simply patted on the head. "Now shew, the adults have business to attend too." The young girl nodded, scurrying away as Theodora sloshed the red liquid in her glass before taking a sip, her body seeming to glow with magic after just one taste.
"North. East. South." The three women bowed before her, leaving one standing. "Oh and how could I ever forget... west." 
It appears the other three witches knew their place, they said not a single word. Leaving the queen and the rook to talk amongst each other. West stepped forward. "Yes my mistress?" The woman asked, showing herself from the shadows of the room, the appearances of the bowing figures left a complete mystery. Hers however, was now known. Rather basic witch garments, a plain dress and a pointed hat with a curly end. Her black hair covered one eye, or the one she didn't have at least. 
"Come! Come have a drink with me doll. I insist, you've worked so hard as of late. The western quadrant has never been so happy." Theodora smiled once more, a fake Cheshire grin that even the most ignorant of human beings could see through. Apparently not the most ignorant of witches. 
"Oh mistress, you... you know I shouldn-"
"I insisted. Did I not?" Theodora's tone seemed harsher as the glass magically floated through the air, delivering itself to West, who took it with caution. 
"Now drink, go on, don't worry dear. How could it be poison? Mine is from the very same batch." In that instant, the queen finished off her cup and set the glass on a side table near her throne, her lipstick dirtying the entire rim of the glass.
"Well, I suppose I will. I do enjoy wicca wine, especially made in your castle."
"Why yes, I would hope so. Only the witches with the most potential are allowed to live on my grounds.. to serve their queen... their sister, and their sisters future mother."
West's single eye widened. "So you... you've decided then? To do the ritual"
"Why of cooourrsseeee I'm doing the ritual darling, how am I to be queen without children. That hasn't happened in the lien of succession in well... four hundred years." 
West did a slight curtsey. "Forgive me for asking. It was a stupid question."
"Stupid it was dear, don't fret... you're forgiven. For that crime." Theodora cackled. "I'm sure you've heard through the grape vine." Theodora hmphed, tilting her head slightly as she rested it on her hand.
"Heard what, may I ask?" West questioned.
"About the witch hunt you have caused."
The glass fell to the floor, shattering into a million little pieces. West immediately bent down, attempting to clean her mess all whilst explaining. "I-I don't know what you mean mistress."
"Do you take me for a fool?"
West was about to answer, but for some reason she couldn't speak. Theodora wagged her finger in the air. "Uh uh uh.. rhetorical question. You do take me for a fool, when you should take me for a queen." The sentence made Theodora cackle, West was practically frozen in fear. 
"Now consider me judge, jury, and executioner. Since you can't seem to speak..." Theodora's grimoire flew in front of her, turning pages until it landed on the spell. "Ah yes, this will do. Truth Tellers Talking Cap." Suddenly, the hat on West grew a face! Mouth, eyes, a nose, all made of the same material as the hat... but it blinked and moved. "This spell will read your mind dear, and trust me.. the truth will set you free. Now... CONFESS." The word was shouted so loud, birds fled from the tree tops.
The hat coughed a bit, preparing the speech. "Yeah yeah yeah, confess this, confess that. We all know what she did. Getting those witches across the boarder! All those times... all those years!!"
Though it couldn't be seen, the faces of the other cardinal directions were shocked. Theodora clicked her tongue. "Oh dear, well I'm afraid it is settled then. Straight from the witches mouth."
The face on West's hat disappeared, suddenly allowing her to speak. "You... you have to understand."
"Understand what? West? Your crimes against witchmanity."
"No! Those children can't grow up here.. to join your army... to destroy innocent kingdoms! All because of some silly rivalry!"
Theodora's eyes narrowed homing in on west, whose grimoire was now glowing a bright red. "Oh sisters... you other directions... let West be an example of what happens when you suffer from delusions." The woman's weight made it hard for her to get up from her throne, but after a good struggle, she managed. Her black pumps making the sound of impending doom as her body cast a large shadow over West, clearly towering over her.
"So let me guess... you took those children to Clover." 
"It was the only choice I had! They can't grow up under your tyranny." The witch though small, attempted to stand up to the queen, verbally and magically, but the queens aura alone felt weakening.
"Faith, hope, love... luck. Temporary human inventions to prolong their inevitable downfall. You took those precious children to a kingdom where they are judged based on their families name. Not their future. A kingdom with a system so archaic... GAHHHH!" The queens face was indistinguishable, anger consumed her quickly.
"Your majesty..."
"DON'T YOUR MAJESTY ME! I AM NOT YOUR QUEEN AND YOU ARE NO WITCH!" The queen extended her arms outward, her dress spreading out like black wings beneath her, an omen of death in many witches eyes.
West's grimoire conjured flames around her, but oddly enough her witch hat vanished, floating above her was a majestic looking red one. A new replacement! "Your fire has always been pathetic!! Fire Snuff Cap!" The hat plopped onto the witches head, slowly but surely causing her to melt, quite literally from head to toe. "AHHHHHHH!" West screamed as her own magic was turned against her.
Taking a deep breath, Theodora managed to become calm. "My my, I did say it was a hot day, now isn't it ladies?" All that was left of West was her clothes, the hat, and a broom which clanked to the floor. The queen turned, walking back to her throne only to take a seat, managing to make herself comfortable. "Now back to business, we've got witches to hunt."
===The Four Wait... Three Cardinal Directions?===