The Thirteenth Witch - Prologue (Patreon)
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I've been working on something new for NanoWriMo. It'll feature transformations of all sorts, age progression, age regression, TG, monsters, Eldritch horrors, and more. I have the first three novels outlined and plan to do at least five in the Witches of Willowbrook series. I'd love constructive feedback, along with encouragement as you see fit. Been a minute since I've written anything, and breaking through the writers' block has been difficult.
By the way, all the posts in this will be in the Collections area under the Witches of Willowbrook collection. I'll also tag it, but Patreon has made it a lot easier to get to the stuff you want with the collections area.
The Thirteenth Witch
Witches of Willowbrook 1
by Raine Monday
Prologue
Of Sælicbrook
In þe ælden tymes, bifor þe split of land and þe swift growþ of man's ræches, þere was a stede, hid from mannes eye, yclept Sælicbrook. 'Twas a hallowed ground, cradled by þe armes of Grendel’s Mounts, and þriving unseen 'twixt þe creases of realities.
Ne by þe chart or path may one fynd it, for Sælicbrook abideth in both þe seen and þe unseen, þe þere and þe þence. It lieth æver under þe watchful eighen of þe olden gods and þe eldritch kynrede þat roame its æther.
On þe time þat þe firmament weaveth thin and þe stars align in fateful ordnung, Sælicbrook revealeth itsellf to þose with þe gift of þe second sight. To þe unawares, 'tis naught but brume and þe idle chattering of brook to willow.
Yet þe wyse know þe trume. For in Sælicbrook's embrace, magick stirs; ælde þat is æterne, awaiting þe chosen to tread its cobbled wegs and unfurl þe misterys long slept in its bosom.
So take heed, þe seeker of þe þreades of fate, for to enter Sælicbrook is to steppe beyond þe mere veil of this middangeard and to walk þe twilight paþ of those þat dwell 'yond þe edge of our kenning.
—"Þæt Bēc Þrīwa-Wǣfena Paða"
**Translated Text:
Of Sælicbrook
In the ancient times, before the division of the land and the rapid expansion of mankind's domains, there existed a place, hidden from human sight, known as Sælicbrook. It was sacred ground, nestled in the arms of Grendel’s Mountains, flourishing unseen between the folds of reality.
No map or path can lead one to it, for Sælicbrook dwells in both the visible and invisible, the here and the beyond. It lies forever under the watchful eyes of the ancient gods and the strange kin that roam its ether.
Only when the sky fabric grows thin and the stars align in a destined order does Saelicbrook reveal itself to those with the gift of second sight. To the unaware, it is nothing but mist and the idle chattering of a brook to a willow.
Yet the wise are aware of the truth. For within Saelicbrook’s embrace, magic stirs; an ageless power, eternal, waiting for the chosen to walk its cobbled ways and unveil the mysteries that have long slumbered within its heart.
So beware, the seeker of the threads of destiny, for to enter Sælicbrook is to step beyond the mere veil of this world and to walk the twilight path of those that dwell beyond the boundary of our understanding.
"The Book of Thrice-Woven Paths" (Tome I, Chapter IV, Page 78)