Note # 19 : Epilog
A tall, slender, stately, feminine figure stood in the middle of the room.
A room which seemed empty from your vantage point, except for the torches on the walls, and a large mirror on the left that went from the floor to the ceiling and must have been 6 feet across in width.
The woman, cloaked in the deepest black didn't move, for the briefest moment you thought she might be a statue... then she spoke!
"What are you waiting for?", she said in deep silken tones, as she turns slowly toward you.
Looking desperately for someplace to hide, you see a loose stone on the floor, and pick it up thinking maybe to bean her with it, but instead have the presence of mind switch to the egg inside pack with the stone, and hide the egg in your pocket.
You look into the room again and her eyes find yours and lock onto them, bidding you forward........."Do come in, my dear." she said silkily.
You walk slowly forward and a little to the left, closer to the Mirror, prayerfully hoping it is a portal just like the Treasure Chamber door. Keeping your eyes on the Sorceress you can't help but be impressed by her appearance.
She must be over 6 feet tall and seems ageless but young, with long blue-black hair like raven's wings pulled up in gorgon -like tendrils that shimmer with cobalt colored sparkles in the light. Her pale face is creaseless with high cheekbones and a long slender nose. Her eyes are hypnotic and deep black, black as night, and seem to be pulling your very soul into them.
You shake your head and say to yourself, "Goddess, Help Me!"
"I believe you have something that belongs to me. I'd like to have it back.... NOW!"
She thrusts her hand out toward you, open to receive the egg. When her cloak shifts you see the blazing reflections of light off the brooch clasp. It reads 'EELHANID'.
In a split second your mind flips through all the adventures you've had on this quest, and you remember the conversation the old crones from Wiccanstead had about the sister that went bad, and how to destroy her magick. But you don't have time to think how to switch it around, Eelhanid is striding toward you, reaching for the bag!
You drop the bag and dive toward the Mirror.
But it isn't like the portal in the Treasure Chamber!!! It's SOLID, and you bounce back and land flat on your bottom facing the mirror. You look up into the Mirror and see, in it's reflection, the Sorceress swoop up the bag triumphantly!
Laughing she shouts, "Just who do you think you are dealing with, witchling?"
She opens the bag and digs out the velvet covered orb, unveiling it slowly, drinking in her victory, only to find....................... an ordinary rock!
You see her brooch's reflection, and can see what it truly reads in reverse as plain as day.
Her eyes FLASH unspeakable fury, her face contorting with rage, she shrieks, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DEALING WITH????????
You quickly stand, turn and shout, "DINAH LEE, THAT'S Who!!!!!!!
Her eyes open wide in stunned shock. "What.... what.... what did you say?" as the stone falls from her laxed grip.
"I said", you scream louder, "I am dealing with DINAH LEE.....DINAH LEE......DINAH LEE!!!!!!".
She shrieks in pain and crumples to the floor, the whole fortress trembles. You snatch the stone from the floor, and throw it as hard as you can into the Mirror. It explodes into a million sparkling shards as you throw your cloak up to shield yourself.
Beams of late winter sunlight streaked through the silicone dust, and the heap of a cloak that had been the evil Sorceress Eelhanid, slowly struggles to rise.
The once black garment falls off the form beneath it, revealing a frail, humpbacked, and very wrinkly, wee crone who seems very dazed and confused.
"Do not worry about her Child" says a most beautiful, deeply and fully delicious voice, "She will be well cared for by those who have loved her from the beginning. Thank you for helping her remember her true Self."
The voice is coming from the light streaming through the opening in the wall where the mirror, now broken, had been before.
The dust settles quickly and you see standing there the most beautiful female adorned with flowers and glowing with an inner light.
She smiles adoringly at you and says, "I believe you have a delivery to make," and gently extends her perfect hand to you, "Come, it's getting late!"
You take her hand, and her touch wipes away all the weariness and pain from your body.
You step through silently the portal . With a whirling vortex of wind, scented of Lilacs, you find yourself in the Meadow in front of the Wichaven Brew Inn, standing alone except for a large white bunny that lops away a few hops, then turns and winks at you and suddenly disappears in a poof of sparkles.
The door to the Inn opens and a familiar Dragon toting a large broom walks out. He looks up and sees you. Immediately his face splits with a delighted grin.
Fyre roars, "OH!!!! Your BACK!!! Thank the Goddess!!! Come!! Come!! Hurry!!! Hurry!!!" as he practically sweeps you in the door with his broom.
You see a group of witches huddling around the fireplace muttering prayers, and healing spells, streaming healing energy toward the poor sickly Phoenix who is lying, cradled in the Cauldron of Trust, devoid of all but one last feather.
They all move aside as you draw near. You kneel before the once magnificent bird and delicately take her head in your hand and gently whisper in her ear, "Dearest Noble Creature, faint not, the Ostara Bunny has brought you a gift."
You remove the Phoenix Treasure from your pocket and place it gently under the fluttering heart of its mother. The egg begins vibrating with pulsating excitement. The Phoenix opens her eyes and closes her naked wing protectively over her treasured egg.
Pulsating waves of increasing energy emanate from the Magickal beast. Energy so potent it physically pushes the crowd back with increasingly strong shock waves.
Fyre advises everyone,"Take cover!!! Quickly!!!", as he ducks behind the bar.
Everyone dives behind or under something as a burst of magickal multicolored flame EXPLODES throughout the common room. It is accompanied by a hauntingly beautiful song beyond description.
Its quiet now, and nothing but one stray whisker of Myrddin's beard is even singed!! You reach over and extinguish it with your fingers, sheepishly muttering, "Sorry!"
You hear a wee peeping sound and everyone slowly peeks out from their hidey holes like prairie dogs, to see the beautiful Phoenix, grandly re-feathered sitting in the Cauldron of Trust, nuzzling the most adorable fuzzy wee chick.
"Awwwwwwwww!" Everyone cooed collectively, The Phoenix looks up and slowly stands in her nest. Majestically, she spreads her beautiful wings makes a low bow to you in heartfelt gratitude.
Everyone cheers and slaps you on the back in congratulations. Fyre calls out, "THE DRINKS ARE ON THE HOUSE!"
"YAY!!!!" everyone cheers again!!!
The partying at the Wichaven Brew Inn goes on into the night with dancing and song.
"Ah yes," said a wee Fae watching from a nearby hawthorn bush outside the Inn, "'Tis good to be a witch on the Isle of Light & Shadows Now that Spring has returned !"
The End
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