Celestia: The Cursed Witch

"What have you done?!" Selene, the Moon Goddess, shouted, her silver eyes glowing with anger. She stepped toward her twin, Nyx, her voice sharp. "What have you done, you fool?!" she hissed. Nyx, the Goddess of Shadows, clenched her fists. "Can you blame me, Selene?!" she yelled. "You were always the best! Everyone loved you! I hated you for it!" she added. The gods and goddesses admired both sisters, but Selene was the most loved. She was strong, kind, and shining like the moon itself. Nyx could never accept it. Jealousy burned inside her until she made a terrible mistake—she created the Nightmare Wolf, a beast of pure destruction. But the creature was too strong. She had lost control of it. Now, Selene’s creations, the wolves and witches, were fighting to stop the monster Nyx had unleashed. "You are insane!" Selene shouted and slapped Nyx. Nyx smirked, unfazed. "What are you going to do now, Selene? Your creations are going to disappear!" she mocked. Selene clenched her jaw and stormed out of the room. Through the celestial mirror, she could still see the horrible sight—her beloved wolves and witches falling one by one. She had to act now, or they would all perish at the claws of the Nightmare Wolf. For days, Selene locked herself in her chamber, searching for a way to destroy the beast. In the end, she found only one solution—to seal the Nightmare Wolf with her divine essence. But doing so would mean sacrificing herself. Determined, she made sure Nyx was nowhere near before seeking out her trusted friend, Erebus, another goddess. "Are you even listening to yourself, Selene?!" Erebus cried. "I won’t let you die!" she added. Selene grasped her friend’s hands, her eyes pleading. "Erebus, please. This is the only way to save my children from Nyx and her Nightmare Wolf!" Selene said. "I can't..." Erebus looked at her in the eyes. "I can't help you, Selene," she whispered. "Please, you're the only one I can trust," Selene pleaded. "And you're also a goddess with empathy." The gods and goddesses were known for their pride. They rarely showed weakness and saw emotions as a flaw. Power and status meant everything to them, and self-sacrifice was almost unheard of. Erebus sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. "Selene, this is madness," she muttered. "No gods and goddesses willingly give up their essence. Why must it be you?" she added in frustration. "Because it was my sister who unleashed this nightmare," Selene said firmly. "And it is my duty to end it," she added. She doesn't want to see her children suffer anymore. Erebus hesitated. She knew Selene would not change her mind. The Moon Goddess had always been different—selfless, unlike the others. It was why her creations and lesser beings loved her. It was also why Nyx despised her. Finally, Erebus exhaled in defeat. "If you are truly set on this path, then I will help you," she said. "Watch over my children for me, Erebus," Selene whispered and smiled, but Erebus avoided her gaze. -- "We're all going to die!" Delfin shouted. "That beast will kill us all!" he added. Delfin was a warrior of the Shadowclaw pack, one of their fiercest fighters. "Shut your mouth, Delfin!" Circe snapped. She was a witch from the Nightshade Coven, her patience running thin. "Then tell me, do you have any idea how to defeat that monster?!" Delfin challenged. Circe fell silent. "Right, you have no idea," he added, crossing his arms in frustration. Half of their forces had already fallen to the Nightmare Wolf. Delfin turned to their leader, Alpha Rowan Stormfang. "We can't do anything against it!" he said, desperation creeping into his voice. Rowan sat at the head of the room, his hands clasped together, eyes closed in deep thought. Around him, warriors and witches argued, searching for a solution. Then, the doors burst open. "The goddess will help us!" Lilith, she declared as she stepped inside. "Lilith!" Circe gasped. "Did you have another vision?" She rushed to her sister’s side, grabbing her hands. Lilith looked at everyone in the room, then turned to Circe. A gentle smile formed on her lips. "It's time, Circe," she said softly. Circe's eyes widened in horror. "No! You can't!" Tears streamed down her face as she gripped Lilith’s hands tightly. "I must do this," Lilith whispered, her voice steady. Rowan's gaze darkened. "Lilith, what did you see in your vision?" he asked, his tone serious. Lilith Nightshade, one of the most powerful witches of their time, took a deep breath. What she was about to say would change everything. "Lilith, please, let me change your mind! You're going to die!" Circe uttered those words as they returned to the coven to prepare for another battle. Lilith had a vision that the goddess Selene would possess her body, and together they would seal the Nightmare Wolf. "You can't change my mind, Circe," Lilith said, glancing at her younger sister. "Goddess possessing your body means death for the both of you!" Circe said. Lilith forced her tears down and embraced her sister. "Circe, you must remember this," she whispered. "Once we seal the Nightmare Wolf, its creator will also be sealed," she added. "When the moon burns black and the wolves bow to fire, a child shall rise, cursed and divine. Born of two bloods, bound to two fates, she alone will break the chains—or become the beast's gate." "Lilith, I don't understand! I'm not like you," Circe said, confused as to why her sister was telling her this. She was just an average witch! "Circe, you must be strong," Lilith said, holding Circe’s hands. She gently wiped away her tears. "You will lead our coven. Even if death stands before me, I will still protect you." Her voice was calm but firm, a promise she would never break. Circe swallowed hard. "Lilith…" She didn’t know what else to say. She doesn't want her sister to sacrifice her life. "I will be in my room," Lilith said. She gave her a small smile before stepping away. She went inside her room and walked to the wooden table covered in old books and scrolls. Candlelight flickered, casting long shadows on the stone walls. She picked up a heavy book, its leather cover worn from age, and flipped through the pages. She had to find the right spell. She needed to find a sealing magic that was strong enough to shield Circe and the coven from harm. Her fingers traced the strange symbols on the page, reading every word carefully. This magic would not be easy—it would take time, energy, and possibly more than she was willing to give. The night was quiet, but the weight of what was coming hung in the air.