Four Witches
Witch sisters before god misters
The law was plain. Four maidens, each one on an island. Every Full Moon, they would switch islands, until one left standing, and the god of lightning would wed her.
This time, the maidens were witch sisters.
The eldest was placed on the Island of Mirrors. The second eldest was set on the Island of Flowers. The third, on the Island of Waters, and the youngest witch, placed on the Island of Winds.
Thus was the god of lightning’s plan, for there were dangers at every turn on the islands. The mirrors would flummox them, the flowers poisonous upon touch, waters would rise, and the winds would gust them away if they dared to leave.
But it had been three Full Moons, yet all of them still stood.
The god of lightning was furious. The other gods would cachinnate at him for being so benign! The curmudgeon lifted up his lightning spear, and struck the islands.
The second eldest witch had cast a spell on the mirrors, thus ricocheting the lightning back to the sky. The third witch gathered the lethal flowers, not by hand but with her magick. The flowers arose, blown by the winds charmed to be twice as strong by the eldest witch.
The lightning, the wind, and the deathly flowers soared up to the sky, aiming right at the god of lightning’s throne.
They called to their youngest sister, “Charm the waters!”
Softly, the youngest witch chanted incantations to the waters. They surged like mountains around her, and with a flick of her fingers, the waters drowned the three islands with her three hornswoggled witch sisters.
The sky cleared, and the god of lightning’s chariot descended, his hand reached to hers.
Thus was her plan, crown adorned her hair, goddess of the sky, sisterless and alone.
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