Nature of the Witch
Many years ago, magic prevailed in Britain. It was a time when chosen women followed a path forged by Mother Nature herself; a time of witchcraft, of the brotherhood of the Gwithiaz and of the terrifying Creatures.
This has all passed from memory a long time ago. But now, magic has returned. Kiera is the first witch the world has seen in centuries, while Jack must learn the ways of the Gwithiaz. They must not only master their crafts, but also overcome their differences and work together if they are to survive the dark enemy that lurks in the shadows.
In the rugged Cornish landscape where it first began, the two face the dreaded Kasadow: an ancient evil that has awakened and is ready to destroy them, and their magic, once and for all.
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Author Bio – Helen lives in the UK with her husband, two children and one diva-like cat called Tiger. Helen, like many others, was captivated in her childhood by books from the likes of Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton and any books which took her to new worlds and showed her places of magic and mystery. She has enjoyed writing and creating her own magical worlds from a young age. She is currently writing the second book in the ‘Nature of the Witch’ trilogy which will be out soon.
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As Kitto made his way back to the living room Jack returned to the kitchen and carried on with the tea. After a moment he thought he’d try calling the ambulance again, but as he poked his head out of the kitchen door, Kitto was waiting by the living room, “Need a hand bringing it in?”
“All under control,” Jack disappeared back into the kitchen, cursing under his breath, and picked up the tea. He carried it through and took a seat. He watched warily as Kitto sipped his drink. He wondered whether he was some homeless guy who was trying to scam a bed for the night; he had that look about him. It wasn’t just his hair that had that slightly wild, not-often-brushed appearance; his straggly beard also needed some attention. His clothes looked too big for him and needed an iron.
“Now for our talk,” Kitto placed his cup on the coffee table.
“Yes our talk,” said Jack uncomfortably.
Just smile and nod, he told himself.
“What I have to tell you may be hard for you to believe,” Kitto spoke slowly, “at first anyway. Do you have any opinions on the matter of witchcraft?”
“Opinions about witchcraft?” Jack tried to suppress a smile. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
“No, why would you?” Kitto laughed. “Up until now it hasn’t affected your life, but I’m afraid it’s going to. It’s not only going to affect your life, it’s going to become your life. You see, I need to tell you that witchcraft exists and that, in the past, some people were chosen to live the life of a witch.”
Jack did as he had planned and smiled and nodded, “I see. And am I one?”
Kitto pulled a face, “No! Are you crazy? Witches are women.”
The irony of Kitto calling him crazy wasn’t lost on him.
“Isn’t that sexist?” Jack couldn’t help but ask mischievously.
“Possibly,” Kitto conceded giving the matter some serious thought, “but you see, it’s nature that chooses the witch and, as the name implies, Mother Nature is a woman.”
“Ah, so she’s biased then,” Jack said.
“I think we’re getting off track. However, I would add that a male witch wouldn’t be called a witch, he would be a warlock. It’s not completely impossible for one to exist and yet I have never heard of one. OK? Can we move on?”
“OK,” Jack grinned, “so I’m not a witch…I mean warlock so what do you want to talk to me about?”
“I want to talk about your destiny,” Kitto picked his tea back up and took another sip. He paused before saying, “You are chosen to be part of the Gwithiaz.”
“Gwithiaz?” Jack repeated. “What is that, welsh?”
“Cornish,” Kitto replied, “the history of the Gwithiaz lies in Cornwall. It’s where we were born. The term means guardians.”
Jack nodded slowly whilst his mind tried desperately to think of a means of getting this nutter out of his flat, “Look, I have work tomorrow…”
“Just listen to my story,” Kitto said softly, and he leant back and told Jack about the witches, about the Daughters of the Earth and the Gwithiaz and the terrifying Creatures.
Jack couldn’t help but listen enthralled until the end of the story. When he’d finished, Kitto said, “It all died away around two hundred years ago. But we are heading into new and exciting times. Once more we will begin the time of the witch.”
A silence fell upon the room and Jack caught himself momentarily mulling over what Kitto had told him. Then he shook his head dismissively.