As I stand there “dying”, I see black fog spreading from my coven’s home. My coven came. As the founder of Iridescent Moon, I believe it’s my job and honor to take responsibility for all the blame for being judged by these judgmental men and women. For, our differences of belief systems and by our morals. Even if I, my coven, did nothing wrong, by our standards (we only brewed health potions using herbs, fruits, and common vegetables to help the poor, sick, injured or dying.)

I hold no fear, but I will never be fearless. Being fearless to me is no longer having fear in times of having fear is great. I see glints of pure rage in the eyes of my coven as they see my body covered in soot, my clothes tattered, my eyes soulless, and my lover crying an ugly cry. With my vocal cords still intact, I whisper a calming spell upon my lover and coven. The men and women that were cheering for the end of my existence are now quiet as I try to speak. 

“M-” I stumble on my words. I try again, but fail. Still, it’s quite hard for me to speak my lover’s name. As I try again for the third time, I finally can speak her name.

“Marybeth, I’m alright darling I-I”, I stutter, “promise.” Everyone in range of hearing me talking were shocked, including my dearest Marybeth and coven. As the sun rises, more men, women, and children flood the main walkway to my coven’s home. Some wondering what’s going on. Some joyful to see me “dead” as they put me on top actual dead bodies and others filled with anger because my coven, specifically me, helped them in time of need. 

The eerie stench clogged my nostrils with a burning passion. The rotten corpses I laid upon were filled with mold, and they were charred from ash. The scene was horrid as Marybeth witnessed my soot covered body being trailed off to the courtyard. My heart filled with dread, sorrow, and rage; I couldn’t stand it any longer. So, I decided to make play with the coroner. I rose slowly so I wouldn’t scare the man; I also used a common spell that every witch knows, to help raise the dead. The bodies gotten ahold of the coroner, he has no idea that he is going to pushed off the carrage. I move myself towards the front to take control of the horses. I started to think to myself: I hope Marybeth realizes I’m not dead since I am immortal. Marybeth. . . I love you, truly. As I am distracted by my thoughts, my familiar, a black panther, jumped into the back of carriage.

“How do, Artemis? How hath my coven been since thy been gone? And my dear Marybeth?” I asked my dark colored familiar.

“They are quite shocked. I believe they are filled with hatred and anger by your death, but thy nose smeels murderous content upon them. Yee shall not worry though.” Artemis told me while reassuring my scattering brain. While I take deep long breaths, I feel exhaustion overwhelm my body.

“Master Lilith? Shall I take over from here? You seem. . . tired.” Artemis asked me. I hear the beats of my heart slow as I enter sleep. Artemis let's me lay on his right shoulder. I have yet to answer him. I'll never be able to since I have fallen asleep.

My foggy brain finally empties as I start to awaken. I hear soft purrs coming from my wicked familiar, Artemis. Shocked enough as he guides the horses in his human form. It's my first time ever setting my light green colored pupils upon his chocolate colored skin. So beautiful, yet frightening. Artemis looks at me, smiling, showing two crystal white fangs. His eyes so purple almost lilac in the bright rays of sunshine looming over his human form.