Janelta an adopted child discovers she comes from an ancient powerful line of witches will she be able to learn her craft, rescue, rescue the witch and fall in love.

S1- The Queen has gone mad. Its up to a small group of people that were outcasts to join together and stop this evil witch. Just as things have gotten better things change when Wolfhound starts to have new problems and some old ones that won't stay in the past! Follow our heroes in their story.



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A witch is in front of her.

A real witch.

No wait, A WITCH IS INSIDE MY HOUSE!

Panic started to seize Lily as she kept on taking the note of her situation. Though the witch did not look dangerous but who knows?

"You are rather brave little girl" The witch said to a panicked Lily ,"Peeking secretly from behind the curtains."

"S-sorry", was the only thing Lily managed to reply.

Ellilith got down from her broom and stood looking around the house. The house was shabby and dark gloomy and her parents seemed to be inside the room in the farthest corner. She was curious of the girl who is still standing there but now looking at the door that was locked.

"No, I did not enter through the door" Ellilith replied to her burning question.

"Then how?"

"What if I say I used magic?"

Suddenly the grey eyes started to sparkle in amazement. 

"You can also do that? Wow!"

Witch craft was something hated by the humans. According to them, it is a way of worshipping the devil. That is why those humans who practice witch craft are labelled as the witches. Even though they are humans, they are deeply hated. That's why it was shocking for Ellilith that a little girl was interested in witch.

Unable to contain curiosity, she finally asked, "Are you interested in witch craft?"

Lily surprisingly found the witch to be gentle. If she was cruel then she would have been dead by now. Or maybe that was a was to trick her?

As soon as she heard the question, she was unable to contain herself anymore," Yes! I love how you fly with the broom and lift things and make sparks and ....." 

Lily stopped when suddenly she heard a light laugh. She looked to find the witch laughing holding her mouth, her long straight brown hair slightly shaking.

Lily's face turned bright red. Never in her did she felt this embarrassed. But surprisingly the feeling was not bad.

When suddenly she started to talk, her eyes were shining so brightly and she was waving her hands in such a dramatic was that it was impossible for Ellilith to compose herself any further. She is like the little sister Ellilith always longed for since she was the youngest child of her parents.

She used a spell to pass through the walls and hold out a hand towards Lily.

"I can show you many more. Wanna come?"

Lily pondered if she should go. In the dark room, the light that was coming from outside looked tempting.

"I will return you safely again."

Those words were something Lily always craved for. Though she was only nine, she never got a good upbringing. Misery and pain was like her best friends. She took her hand and came outside. 

The known place now looked very unknown. A sudden Gust of wind blew beside Lily and she hurriedly looked to find two little girls playing. She would see others, some were busy collecting herbs and some were simply chatting. It looked like a festival.

Ellilith was not sure what to do with her so she decided to go collect some plants with her. She lightly tugged her hand and Lily started to follow her trail.

Lily did not know where they were going but hopefully nothing bad was going to happen

Her world ended, the day her lover died. She was there, but she also wasn't there. A living corpse was what she turned into. 

And then fate decided to pity her. 

Sofia Gabrin was given an opportunity to cleanse sinful past. And that is to become the guardian angel of someone who has a cataclysmic future.

Sofia accepted the offer. Her tainted past left huge scares that she is desperate to remove.

Unfortunately, fate loves to play games with its people.

(Hello! I decided to change my previous storyline into a new novel. Pardon my mistakes and hope you enjoy!)

Traditional Witchcraft is a massive umbrella, it's so large it is hard to keep track of which area/belief/tradition you're talking about unless you specifically mention a region and or tradition.
Another Traditional Witch I spoke to described it like this 'There are thousands of Traditional Witchcraft practices out there, there is a different tradition every square mile' none of these traditions are wrong because they aren't the same - they are right because that is what those people believe and work with on a daily basis.
Traditional Witchcraft is mostly an Operative magical practice a.k.a 'Get it done' - it is a Craft or Skill, a physical interaction to cause/promote change within the natural world - this description does not exclude Ritualistic Magic for some traditions embrace ritual work. But at the end of the day, it is Folklore based, passed down from practitioner to practitioner, researched/learned like any skill or guided by the Spirits.

Spirits
Over the centuries there have been many spirits attributed to Traditional Witchcraft - almost can be seen as Gods, and then other spirits such as Faeries, Demons, etc. (Moving into the lines of Familiars, fetches etc.) due to the expansiveness of Traditional Witchcraft - I will be speaking specifically about two spirits and two groups of Spirits that have been found in Traditional Craft for centuries.
To be fair to the other traditions within Traditional Craft, not all of them follow the spirits listed below - some of them are completely secular, others are more involved with one or the other - remember 'There are thousands of Traditional Witchcraft practices out there, there is a different tradition every square mile'
• The Devil/The Old Goat - to be honest, this particular spirit is incredibly ambiguous - because according to the Courts/Inquisitors they saw the Devil where there was only a Wild Spirit, but according to some Traditions - this spirit is the Devil - the keeper of the Black Fire and Father to the Witches. I only use the title 'The Devil' because that title is one of the only ones that crosses across a lot of Traditions. Luciferian Witchcraft reveres him as the Devil himself - as Lucifer the fallen angel, the bringer of light and aspect of freedom.
He is what you could loosely say as the 'Male Aspect' and within some Gatherings or Covens, he is the King of the Faeries, Lord of the Wild Wood - the Initiator, the Seducer and the figurehead.
• The Queen of the Faeries/Lady of the Moon/Queen of Elphame - another spirit that is incredibly ambiguous, in some traditions she is the Consort to the Devil, in others, she is the real power behind the craft - in some, there is only her. She is can be called Titania from the play Midsummer Night's Dream as much as the Devil can be called Oberon. She also holds the fire of Witchcraft and is an initiator, the seducer etc. But in most traditions that I have read about, she is attributed as the True power behind the Devils throne in the Forest.
• The Faeries - also called Wild Spirits by some, within a lot of Traditional Crafting - particularly in the UK, they are the spirits of the land - the trouble makers but also the ones who can bring you great prosperity if you're kind but firm - they dance at the Queen's court.
• Demons - Within many Witch Trials, there is always talk of demons - Familiars to some can be seen as minor Demons wanting to aid someone to get what they want. But loosely this is just another ambiguous category of spirits within the Craft - the dance with the King and Queen at Court, the revel and do as they desire.
Of the four above, they are so ambiguous because they don't turn up in every Tradition or belief, in rural communities some people still believe in having to appease the Faeries and warding away Demons, etc. and can be called as part of the Fairy Faith.
Again, I would like to reinforce that these Four are ambiguous and specific to specific Traditions within Traditional Witchcraft - just because you may meet a Traditional Witch - it does not mean they will believe in or work with the Devil, The Faery Queen, Familiars, Demons, Faeries, etc.

Witchcraft, Wicca, and Christianity.
Now a lot of this I know to some will sound incredibly similar to Wicca - that is because Traditional Witchcraft and Wicca are in essence, siblings - to speak simply, Wicca was born from the already existing beliefs surrounding Witchcraft within the UK - founded by Gerald Gardner and eventually built to what it is known today - a lot of 'Traditional Witches' out there will claim Wicca as fake, 'not real Witchcraft' or 'washing away old practices' - to be frank, Wicca is part of the Traditional Witchcraft family in its own right because of its founders Heritage as a Witch, and where the practice was grown from.
However, Wicca is separate from Traditional Witchcraft because Wicca is a Religion, Witchcraft is not.
Where does Christianity fit into all of this? When Christianity spread through Europe it melded with the already existing beliefs within each Country/Region - for some people to escape persecution, they hid their beliefs within Christianity - and Christianity helped grow some of the already existing magical practices - a lot of Witches back centuries ago practiced a 'Dual Faith' they were both practicing the roots of their Ancestors - but at the same time believing in the Christian God and working their personal beliefs with the Christian beliefs. 'But the Christians killed the Witches!' to be more specific, it was the populace that used certain beliefs to kill off people they were having a disagreement with.

Traditions within Traditional Craft
Due to Traditional Witchcraft being such an umbrella term, there is a few terms that encompass a large variety of Traditions, I will explain each briefly.
• Culture-Based - based on cultures/beliefs i.e. Icelandic, Scottish, English, Stregharia (Italian), Brujeria etc.
• Practice-Based - Hedge Witchery, Charmer, Pellar, Wort Worker etc.
• Grimoire Based - practice based on various Grimoires such as the Sworn Book of Honorius, Ars Goetia, The Munich Handbook, The Devils Plantation, etc.
• Hereditary - passed down through generations - famous Witches that were known for this was the Device Family from Pendle Hill, Tasmin Blights family, and various others.
• Modern Traditional Witchcraft - Author based and personalities, people sharing similar ideas, practices, beliefs, etc.
At the end of the day, Traditional Witchcraft is an ambiguous umbrella term for thousands of varying but similar practices found mostly in Europe, anyone can be a Traditional Witch however it is not suited for everyone.

okay here's the scenario mc a mod maker decided to make a minecraft mod pack containing several mods he made himself including a few some people made them selves.

Here is the mods he would add

[naked but resourceful]
this mod makes it so that your character spawns in naked instead of with the skin clothes your character usually has along with adds in new effects like freezing and soaked witch adds negative debuffs. it also adds basic clothes like grass skirt.

[clothing variety]
adds in the ability to craft more clothes along with adds in the ability to add designs 

[quality fantasy]
this mod will add in two mobs that will appear during the day the [goblins] and [orcs] along with events like [invasion of the overworld] witch will open up a gaint portal in the over world that a army of pigmen will come through to invade the over world and will slowly get stronger if not dealt with soon.

[quality goods]
this mod makes it so everyone has a skill tabs telling them how skillfully they are in different tabs.

[golem master]
allows those who finds builders gantlet to make golems. witch means they are given parts there allowed to craft and design a golem with it. there's lesser versions witch are made with norm materials but are at least half as weak even when made out of gold.

there's a few more mods but I won't go into them because I'm not making the book but I like the idea of mincraft novels

you know me if you read all the way here I got to give mc a amzing start.

mc starts with one of the two golem gauntlets the other is hidden in in the end. mc is told he will be transported a weak before everyone else so hes prepared so hes pretty prepared. oh yeah hes 24 and has no known relatives he knows also hes barley leaves his house so most his friends are online and he knows most of there faces.

well I hope some one would pick up the idea and use the mod ideas I had and please if you do dont make the mc scaredy retard make him nervous but not scared because it's just stupid to waste time on that.

um its exactly what it says my ideas for novels or fanfics

"Oh my gosh lads where's Aloe? We completely forgotten about her there's no telling where she might be." Àine said in panic making everyone remember what she had done. "Tori Can you track her through one of your paintings?" Her brother asked in a panic. "It doesn't work like that I have to have a vision that's the only way." Tori explained. "Damn this is bad if the P.P.D catch hold of this situation Àloe can be in danger, I can't let that happen and I can get those witches have something to do with it." Junior said and suddenly Àine burst through the library doors excitement in her eyes. "I found some interesting wolf facts that could be linked to witches weakness." Àine said a little too loudly. "Shh!" The others did for they didn't want to alert Alfred. "Look we all go back to Memphis and search for Àloe and bring her back here.-" Junior and the others stared as they saw two Àines stood before them. "Àine um, you have a twin sister?" Tori asked as she looked from one Àine to the other. "Oh no lass this is a doppelganger see." With a snap her finger the doppelganger turned into mist and entered Àine's body, Àine inhaled the mist through the mouth. "I can create doppelgangers from my D.N.A. such as my hair or blood, but I chose my hair like always. Now I have information about the weakness of witches and I should have known." Àine said she explained from the book the witches weakness.

Witch Covenant
Hilda sat on Agnes's throne filing her nails down as the other witches watch and waited for her to speak, Hilda sighed and shifted her self to get comfortable. The other witches jumped some even gasped in fear for they witnessed what happened to their queen. "Now listen up witches there's going to be some changes around as you can see, your queen or whatever you want to call her as stepped down or rather brutally forced to give up her position. First off the witch trails will continue as planned, second we will no longer study witchcraft but instead dark craft." A witch stood up from from the crowd she was head of the Traditional Witch Society. "Dark craft what kind of magic is that?" She asked and continued. " I Helena shall not practice that sort of magic me and my coven wants no part of it, you may have over thrown our queen but." Helena took a knife and cut her thumb blood dropped on the table ahead, it glowed red. " You have a demon in you Hilda and this wouldn't be the first time for me, this spell I'm casting shall banish you from this place. Hilda you betray the ones who helped you for power and turn to a demon for help, you should know your place filth." Helena slammed both hand on the glowing table which caused a shock wave, Hilda was hit full effect and  screamed in agnoy as she disappeared. Agnes stood there in shock as she just witnessed a traditional witch banish a demon. Helena walked gracefully to her imprisoned queen her face showing no emotion, Agnes watched one of her followers take a demon something she has never done.

— EMA is an international school ; students enrolled on the school came from different states and continents. The school is known for it's all-tier-teaching ; they teach witch craft, wizardry, enhancing unhuman powers/skills. Students will start from normal schools or homeschool until they turn 11 where they then decide if they were to enter the magical realm or live thier life like how thier 'normal' is. Muggles who has ( may be a huge from the heart ) belief of magic; they can take the exams.
— [ magic, wizardry, witch craft, powers, things out of the the muggles &quot;normal&quot; back then has now been normalized. As long as they dont harm each other, peace and prosperity can be kept ]
— something very much similar to monster high's concept as well as harry potter's. It is a story that takes place in a magical realm or place created by a few graduates from hogwarts; seeing how unfair it must've been to those who wanted to learn wizardry, witchcraft as well as control unhumany skills ( wolves, banshees, vampires, people with gifted ungodly powers ). The school is located very much behind Hogwarts and up above the sky ; only those who have magical status ( or those who may have acquired magical status for some time or was born with it ) are the only ones who can see the floating huge land where the school stands. Although the school is pretty much covered with thick clouds, making it quite hard to be seen.

DISCLAIMER
  — This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
— Although hogwarts and a few other wizarding schools ( from harry potter, a work of fiction by J.K Rowling ) will be mentioned from time to time for additional content of the book. As mentioned before, this will be somehow connected to harry potter movie/book series for i will be basing my settings to some of harry potter's ; such as the diagon alley.

school of freaks, that's how EMA is labelled by other schools as we're very much different from theirs; those who are born with supernatural, unhuman abilities, those who are wizards, witches and "normies" walk and study freely without having the need of keeping a secret to stay, well at least that's what most thinks of. It's what makes EMA too diveresed from other wizarding schools. Freaks we may be, but I must say for myself, we're probably the greatest freaks out there.


The Jacobs Police
"Ace, we needa get outta here," Omar said, tugging at Ace's elbow.
"So," Mick said, caressing his rifle strapped behind his shoulder,
"you were just 'in the neighborhood,' huh?"
Ace turned to face him and placed the magazine back on the shelf. "Listen, Mick, it's not what you think."
"Likely story," Mick said, getting closer, he pointed slowly behind them. Ace and Omar gently turned their heads to find the cashier trembling, a phone held by her ear. "Listen," Mick's voice came through Ace's ear swift and and close, causing him to jump, he turned to find the old hunter standing so close, they might as well have been hugging. "If you want to stay alive, follow me and do whatever I say."
Ace squinted and raised an eyebrow. He glanced at Omar, who nervously watched outdoors as the sound of police sirens flooded the sky.
"Uh . . . Ace, we really need to go," the dark pirate said.
"Why should I trust you?" Ace said.
"'Cause we've been waiting for you, Ace. You're the only chance we have against the council."
Ace's squinted at the old man curiously. "Who are you?"
"Right now? I'm yur best chance. The Jacobs Police're gonna be outside that door in a matter of sec'nds, and if you get past 'em, you'll have the Indies to deal with."
Omar shot a strange glance back at the old man.
"Indies?" Ace asked. "What do you know about the Indies?"
"I know they've gone AWOL evur since the lockdown. They ain't lookin' for witches no more. They're lookin' for you." 
Ace's neck turned toward Omar, then Mick, and back again. The pirate shrugged with a desperate glance. Police lights flashed from outdoors, and car doors slammed shut. What choice did Ace have?
"Okay, Mick," Ace said softly. "You better not be tricking us."
He nodded frantically and shoved them down behind an aisle. "First chance you get, bolt out of here as fast as you can and don't look back," he spoke quick and frantically, "take a right and enter the first alley, when you reach the metal door, slam on it seven times and say these words in this order, 'Monette has prophesied, the Elyrian is here.'" He eyed Ace curiously and sternly, but had no time to repeat himself for clarity. Instead, he leapt up, bolted to the register, and aimed his rifle at the cashier, shouting, "I said gimme all yur money, woman! Ya hear?" Screams of a few other customers echoed in the store, and they all went rushing outdoors.
The police burst into the store, aiming their weapons at Mick. "Drop your weapon! Get down on the ground!"
Omar stretched his neck down the aisle and turned back to Ace. "I think that's our cue, Ace. How do you know you can trust this guy?"
Ace glared at him, his mind still processing previous events. "I.I don't."
Omar shrugged, and his eyebrows tipped up. "Oh, well." He grabbed Ace's arm and yanked him down the aisle. They rushed to the door, behind the police, colliding with a couple customers attempting to squeeze through. When they reached outside, Ace grabbed Omar's arm and yanked him right. 
"Hey! You two!" shouted a voice. But Ace and Omar had already starting running along the sidewalk, leaving the crime scene behind. Ace bumped into a lady carrying groceries, sending a cart of eggs splattering on the side walk. Omar wove through a couple people. The alley came up so quick they almost passed it, but cut the corner just in time. A dumpster lay to their right, and its dead smell stained the air.
"Metal door!" Omar said. "The guy said something about a metal door!"
Ace and Omar rushed through the alley, and Ace found it in the back, sunk into the brick walls. "Here!" He shouted, and Omar came rushing to his side. "Keep watch," Ace said. Omar nodded and pulled an AMB from his holster, aiming it down the alley. Ace banged on the metal door seven times as instructed. The Jacobs wind carried the panic of the crime scene behind them.
"What did he say we have to say?" Ace asked. He glanced down the alley to find two policemen running inside with hand blasters pointed at them. 
"Put down your weapon!" one said.
"You first!" Omar shouted back.
Ace stared at the metal door and shouted. "Monette has the prophecy! The Elyrian . . ." he struggled to remember the words. "The Elyrian . . . ahh! Just let me in!"
"Quiet! Get on the ground!" the policemen shouted, inching toward them with a true and steady aim. Ace's heart nearly burst from his chest. Anger flared up inside, and he eyed the policemen darkly. He glanced back at the door and sighed. He had no choice. No other way to get out of this. Two waves of white fire fled Ace's hands. The elyr shot like a mighty whirlwind and sent both of the guards flying tens of feet backward. Even though the pale flame remained in the air, it cracked the cement beneath it, some of the brick beside it, and broke a fire hydrant, gushing water into the streets. Hovercrafts swerved to miss the water and one of them crashed into a parked craft outside the alley. The crowds gasped and fled the scene, and those who stayed filmed with their phones and peered into the alley with wide mouths. 
"Holy . . ." Omar said.
Ace clapped the pirate's back. "So much for keeping a low profile. C'mon, let's just get the police craft and get outta here." 
Ace rushed to one of the police crafts parked further down the street. Omar's shock faded slowly from his face. He ran behind Ace, returning to reality. A foot before they reached the police car, a sharp red flash slapped the door handle and sent red fireworks spurting around them. The shock made Ace and Omar drop to the sidewalk. Ace rolled over and looked down the street to find two more policemen turning the corner. One helped the others to their feet, and the other fired a plasma blaster. Police sirens moaned in the skies. Citizens fled the scene like ants in a rainstorm. The policeman and Ace caught eyes a moment. He aimed his weapon again and pulled the trigger. Ace molded a disc of the elyr before them. It grew to the size of a small building and sent beams of bright light on either side of him. The lasers from the policeman's weapon disintegrated in the shield of the elyr.
Ace turned his head. Omar lay back against the police car, facing Ace with shock and awe. "You can stop bullets!" Omar shouted. "You." He breathed heavy, "You just saved."
"Shut up and start the craft while we have time!" Ace said.
"Right," Omar said, nodding frantically. He opened the car door and crawled inside. Thousands of lasers smacked against Ace's shield, making the weight against his arms too heavy to bear. He held for as long as he could, but soon he'd have to drop the shield and enter the craft. He made a quick decision. Once Omar was in the hovercraft, Ace leapt, propelling himself twenty feet in the sky with the elyr at his feet. The shield dropped, but the lasers stopped once the policemen noticed he had disappeared. He let the elyr fade from his feet, and has he fell from the sky, he brought a tsunami of white fire with him. He smacked against the concrete and thrust mountains of the elyr toward the policemen. They ran away before Ace could make it to the ground. The aftermath offered a still, vacant Jacobs, with only the sound of the police craft humming behind them. Ace rushed to it and climbed inside. 
"Go, go, go!" Ace yelled. Omar fidgeted with the controls. The craft started, took off violently, then halted abruptly. This happened a few times, causing the food in Ace's stomach to swim unpleasantly. Eventually, Omar found his stride and the craft zoomed along the streets. Halfway down the road, police crafts rushed in from either side of a separate street, blocking them from moving further. 
"Omar," Ace said. "Make something happen."
"Me?" Omar said, hands trembling on the steering wheel. "You're the one who just broke half the city with your freaky powers!" "Just make the thing fly!" Ace shouted.
Omar pulled the controls back. The hovercraft jerked harshly and a red warning light flashed on the dashboard, followed by an annoying beeping sound. Terror shot from Omar's eyes. He looked at Ace. "The flight controls are jammed!" He wasn't stopping either. They rushed toward the police blockade nearing ninety miles an hour. The brakes wouldn't do it, they were too far in. 
"No!" Ace shouted as fury rushed through him. "We're not dying here!" The elyr swarmed his body once again and he extended his hands outward. With a shout of strain, he sent the pale flames across the craft and used the fire to thrust. His arms and chest tensed like he was lifting 50 pound weights. He screamed more and the craft slowly lifted from the ground. The policemen behind their parked crafts ducked as Ace and Omar's craft rose just above the blockade, scraping the top of the other police crafts. Once they passed it, Ace let the flames fade and the hovercraft fell back to being just a foot or two off the ground.
Omar burst into hysterical laughter. "Where were you hiding this?
You just made us fly, Ace!"
Ace panted as he relaxed his muscles. "Just get us outta here."
Omar smiled and turned his focus to the road. Something smashed the back of the craft and they flipped in the air. The craft fell from the sky, and the thrusters on the bottom of it sent it swerving all over the streets. They smacked into one buidling, then another, then landed on the asphalt upside down. The craft shut down and the car scraped the streets until it abruptly halted after hitting a bench on the sidewalk. Ace and Omar groaned, the engine smoked, crackling and dripping noises surrounded them. Sparks sputtered from the dash. 
"Omar," Ace mumbled, "you okay?"
"Ugh." Omar said. He coughed a couple times. "Yeah, yeah." 
Ace touched his forehead and looked at the blood dripping from his fingers and palm. He and Omar assisted one another in getting their seatbelts off and getting out of the car. They crawled on the asphalt, squeezing between the windows and the ground. Ace's hand dug deep into shattered glass on the ground. He grimaced and his palm felt warm and wet. Once they got to their feet, they looked behind them to find policemen swarming them with blasters pointed at them. 
Omar slowly raised his hands in surrender. "What now, Ace?" He whispered.
Ace glanced at the car. He took note of the dark stain on the back where something had smashed it. He glanced back at the policemen. They hadn't stopped the car on their own. Ace squinted as the officers slowly walked toward them until he noticed something. The policemen to his left, with dark eyes and bright skin. His feet left black footprints. His aim shook with his trembling hand. Dark as his eyes were, they couldn't hide his fear. Ace's mouth twitched with satisfaction. 
"You're completely surrounded," one of the policemen said. "You have nowhere to go." They inched their way toward them.
"I think I have a plan," Ace said softly. 
"What is it?"
"Duck," Ace said. With one fluid motion, he breathed and flexed his hands forward so a ring of the elyr fled him and swept over each of the policemen. Some fired shots before the blinding fire sent them to the ground, but the elyr swallowed the plasma fire midair. The parcel smacked on the ground and rolled over, swatting at the patches of white fire burning him. He yelped in horror. The shrieks of witches sounded from the distance. 
Ace bent down and helped Omar to his feet. "Get your blaster." 
Omar nodded and pulled out his weapon. Most of the policemen had rushed to the parcel's side, offering to help them. At the sound of the witches, they turned their attention to the skies. Four witches lathed in black smoke rushed into the streets from the skyscrapers. 
"This was your plan?" Omar said, aiming at the witches. 
Ace leapt on top of the broken-down hovercraft and pointed at the parcel. "Witchcraft is real!" he shouted, "This man is evil! He's trying to turn you against me! I'm not your enemy!" He didn't have chance to say much else, for the witches came flying at him. One of them might have reached him, but Omar popped it in the chest with an anti-magic bullet. Ace's body lit up with the elyr. The parcel police officer screamed and leapt to his feet, swatting whatever white fire remained on his person.
The other policemen ran away in sheer fright. 
"Okay," Ace said, turning to Omar, "That's not how I expected that to turn out."
"Look out!" Omar said. For a witch, flying just above them threw a spell Ace's way. Ace rolled on the ground, dodging it just in time. Omar fired a few more shouts and rushed for cover. Ace used the elyr to parry the witches' attacks and send a blinding white light their way. He swished and swooped through all the attacks, while Omar used the antimagic bullets as a distraction. Ace finally threw them off guard and fell next to Omar, who was using a dumpster for cover.
"Omar now is the best time for you to get out of here," Ace said.
"Are you crazy? I'm not leaving you!"
"Listen, go get the others for backup. If you can find a hovercraft to get them in, even better. I'll be fine."
Omar's nostrils flared, and he shot Ace a look of determination, "Ace, we need you."
"Look out!" Ace swatted away a dark sphere of magic headed their way with the elyr. A witch had spotted them, and she bolted after them. Before the witch had the chance to make another move, Ace had thrust himself forward with the elyr, wrapped her in a blanket of white fire, and pinned her to the ground, hovering over her victoriously. He glanced over to Omar, who smiled and nodded.
"Got it," Omar said, "You'll be fine. I'll be back with help, Ace!"
Before the pirate had the chance to contest him, the other three witches darted after him and cast a spell to free the other witch from the elyr burning her. Ace shot flames at them and dodged their attacks, swaying and parrying their moves. When he landed on top of a building, he caught a glimpse of Omar, small as an ant from his distance, sprinting uphill to get help. He smiled, realizing the parcel and witches were focused on him, allowing the pirate to escape with ease. The parcel removed his police hat, revealing black spots on his head and face where the elyr had caught him. 
"Don't be foolish," Ace said. "I can free you! End this now, and I promise I will take your curse away!"
 The parcel eyed him darkly, conjuring a ball of dark smoke in his left hand. "You're the fool!" He said, rumbling the ground with his booming voice. "Your refusal to obey the council has unleashed magic like Yutara has never seen! The council has been saving its magic for a time like this, Elyrian! Now you will see death and destruction." 




A witch’s most powerful tool isn’t magic, it’s deception.

Since witches only exist in fairy tales, Ace Halder never put much thought into the matter. But when he discovers a mysterious stone entrenched in myth on his grandfather’s ancient ship, he’s forced to confront the lies he was raised to believe.

Not only are they real, they’re taking over the world one wicked deed at a time. Now only one thing can stop them. The Emerson Stone.

Ace is faced with a choice. Run and hide? Or risk everything at one last chance to save Yutara.

Our hero Emiya Fraga Shirou is
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Seriously swiping his Phone..
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He is surfing!!!!!

"Damn, why cant I find any article about the grail war?"

"There should be atleast some leaks on google"

"SHIT!! If I cant find that information then I have to ask my mother, but if i ask her I'm sure my mother will give me a parental speach of motivation!!!!"


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I, the innovator

I, the trailblazer

I, the pioner

I, Emiya Fraga Shirou

Have forgotten the chant to summon a servant.
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~ 12 hours earlier ~

" I am in trifas!! hooraaayyyy!!" shouted by a young man

- at the inn-

" Gonna have some action here for God knows how many days. And perfect Debut stage for a future magician.. Every one will know me after I showcase my knowledge in rune craft..Fufufu..hahaha...FWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

" First, I need to seccure some escape routes and put Flying raijin mark at random places so they cant anticipate where I escape" 

"create 3 bank account so that I cant be tracked.. And glasses..A MANIPULATOR SHOULD HAVE HIS GLASSES!!!..That's why I dont approve of Madara, since he is not wearing glasses, AND HE DARE CALL HIMSELF A MANIPULATOR OF THE BOARD!!!! Shiro of loghorizon have glasses all the time, and he always see through his plan succed."

"Hmmm~ maybe that's why Aizen lost, because he discarded his glasses."

"Still he is cool, maybe i'll try saying some of his lines when I fight."


~ 2 hours later ~


" Finished all of my homeworks for now and also bought glasses Like Aizen..Next is to comb my hair down, so it wont be like the usual bedhair that every shirou has."

"Fufufuf~ I can't wait too see their faces if I took my glasses off and and fix my hair...Fufufu FWAHAHAHA!!"

"Next that I should be doing right now is summoning a servant."

"If they thought I'm gonna summon a servant base of it's streanght,then drop the Idea. I'm gonna summon a caster type servant to support me in my fight or to help me expanding my craft.. Maybe Medea if I'm lucky???"

"*sigh* i'll decide later after I'm done preparing."

~few hours later~
-at a creepy forest-

" Ok I alredy finished drawing the summoning circle" while I stand

"Hmm who should I summon?? Should I try my luck? or use a catalyst. This is a hard choice. Someone who can support me and help me to advance my craft further."

After thinking some time and serious debating in ones mind he finaly have a answer

"Ok, I have decided who will be my servant"

he took a slab of wood from his dimension and wrote the word [WITCH] in Ireland runic alphabet

" hehehe, the magi of this world does not think outside the box, they think that you can only summoon a servant accurately if you have his/her relics. They forgot that one of the person that made this sytem was Zelretch. There is bound to be a loophole with a prankster like that helping to create the system."

(That's why I wrote witch in Ireland runic alphabet on the wood. because the only witch that is declared in Ireland's myth that is good at runes is only one.)

("SCATHACH !!")

(She can help me further at my craft and she might even tell the runes inscribe at Gae bolg.
As all of you know I can enchant weapon, but its only ay C+ maximum. Although it is good but I know I can do more, alot more.)

I walked in the summoning circle and place the wood with inscribed runes in the middle.

Then I begin to summon the servan..But a fatal error has occured.

( I FORGOT THE CHANT HOW TO SUMMON A SERVANT!!!!!!)

"SHIT!!!!" I can't help but to curse myself
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~back to the present~

Here I am searching for a servant summoning articles in the google that might help me from my predicament. But true to my luck, I found nothing

Looks like I really have to call my mom. I haven't even starting to call her I can alredy predict the outcome of our conversation.

*sigh* " no choice" 

Then I start dialing the number of my mom on my phone that looks like the transparent phone of a certain stark. After I typed her number I called her.

" Mom can I ask you a Favor ? " I asked sweetly

"yes Shirou??" answerd my mom

"c-can you tell me the chant of summoning a servant?" Then I feel like I hear 

*snap*

"MEIN GOTT SHIROU!!!! YOU FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN SUMMONING A SERVANT!!" she yelled at me

"actualy one of the three most important part since you need catalyst and summoning circle also" I answered

"DONT TRY YOUR LOGIC ON ME YOUNG MAN!! IF YOU DONT GET THAT MIND OF YOURS OUTSIDE THE GUTTER, I WILL SEND YOU TO NORTH POLE WHEN YOU COME BACK!!" she exclaimed

(THERE IT IS!! the motivational speach of a parent)

"so can you tell me the chant.??" I asked indifferenfly

"WAIT, I WILL SEND YOU A PICTURE" still an angry reply

"Thanks Mom, Love you" I said to her

"*sigh* what will I do with you shirou " said mom

~ few minutes later~

"Ok all the preparations are ready" I said to myself

Then I realize (cant I just teleport back home?)
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I, the one who recreated the Flying thunder god formula

I, the one who created the Arc reactor

I, the one who create the first pair of Infinite Stratos

I, Emiya Fraga Shirou
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Am kinda dumb…
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After I finished reflecting on my idiocy

I started to summon my servant

~[Commencing sequence]~

["Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.

Let [faction color] be the color I pay tribute to.

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.

Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.

An oath shall be sworn here.

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,

come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"]
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After I said those words a bright light and smoke surrounds the place. 

Then I hear a Mythical and beautiful voice

"Boy, I ask of you. Are you my Master?"

I was a sallary man

I was a father

I was a husband

And lastly 

I was an Otaku...

This is my story

My story beaing reincarnated in the world of nasuverse 

With the body of our favorite Emiya Shirou

With a different Origin and Element

With a different timeline

And a different adventure....

Join me in my despair of being this E rank luck chracter...

May the odds be in my favor..

( A/N : 1-2 chapters a day..3 chapter if I don,t have any appointment or other things to do.. The picture is not mine )

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