The Chronicles of Shamballa

Chapter LVI: The Undead ( feats of the dark witch)

Ashanti was drawn towards the dark arts since she was a child. She reveled in the power it gave her, and the ability to bend the world to her will.

As she grew older, her powers became stronger, and she began to gain a reputation as a feared and respected witch. People would often whisper her name in hushed tones, afraid of the darkness that surrounded her. But Ashanti cared little for their opinions. She was too busy mastering her craft, perfecting her spells and incantations, and seeking out new sources of power.

One day, Ashanti heard of a magical artifact that could grant immense power to those who possessed it. She immediately set out to find it, travelling to far-off lands and battling dangerous creatures to get to it. But the artifact was guarded by a powerful wizard, who refused to let Ashanti have it without a fight.

The battle was fierce, with the two combatants hurling spells and curses at each other. But in the end, Ashanti emerged victorious. She claimed the artifact as her own, and with it, she gained a power that surpassed even her wildest dreams.

As she continued on her dark path, Ashanti's power grew and grew. She summoned great beasts to do her bidding, unleashed devastating spells upon her enemies, and even brought back the dead to serve her will. The people of the land grew even more fearful of her, and many of them began to band together to try and stop her.

But Ashanti was too powerful for them. She laughed in the face of their attempts to thwart her, and continued on her path of destruction. Her name became synonymous with terror, and many people whispered that she was not just a witch, but a demon in human form.

And yet, despite all of her power and all of her darkness, Ashanti still felt a sense of emptiness inside. She realized that all of her feats and accomplishments had not brought her any true happiness or fulfillment. In the end, she was left alone with her power, and nothing else.

And so, Ashanti the evil witch continued on her path, seeking ever greater power and ever greater feats, never finding the happiness and fulfillment that she sought.

Ashanti was on a rampage. She had grown tired of the feeble attempts of the people to stop her, and had decided to take matters into her own hands. She teleported towards the nearest village, determined to show them the full extent of her power.

As she approached the village, the people could see her silhouette in the sky and started to panic. They ran to their homes and locked their doors, hoping that the witch would pass them by. But Ashanti was not one to be ignored. She flew towards the center of the village, her eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

The people of the village trembled with fear as Ashanti descended from the sky, landing in the middle of the town square. She raised her arms, and the ground shook beneath her. "You foolish mortals!" she bellowed. "You thought you could stop me? You thought you could hide from me? I am the most powerful witch in the land, and I will not be ignored!"

The villagers huddled together, too scared to move.

But one brave soul stepped forward. "Please, Ashanti," the woman pleaded.

"We don't want any trouble. Just leave us in peace, and we won't bother you."

Ashanti cackled, her eyes flickering with dark amusement. "Oh, but you have already bothered me," she sneered. "You dared to think that you could stop me. You dared to think that you could ignore me. Now, you will suffer the consequences."

With a wave of her hand, Ashanti summoned a great wave of fire that engulfed the village. The people screamed in terror as their homes burned to the ground, their crops withering in the heat. Ashanti watched with satisfaction as her power decimated the village, reducing it to smoldering ashes.

As the last of the flames flickered out, Ashanti turned to leave. But before she took off, she looked back at the devastated village and sneered. "This is what happens when you cross me," she spat. "Remember that, if you ever dare to try and stop me again."

And with that, Ashanti took to the skies, leaving behind a village in ruins, its people devastated and broken.

She recalled all of her feats as she journeyed through the cold icy terrain of the Himalayas. The Zombie rebel leader tied behind her horse sluggishly walked along. It was getting dark but there was no stopping her. She muttered some strange words and soon a bright orange fire engulfed her and succumbed into her body. The ice would no longer bother her and she felt rejuvenated. But this was not enough, she didn't have the time to keep wandering the icy desert in search of the white man who defeated her twice. Although she desperately wanted to rip off his head from his body and bathe in his blood, she had to find a quicker solution to find him.

She wondered how this strange white man had the power to defeat her. What kind of ancient sorcery was he using? Nobody in this land has ever had the guts to face her, let alone defeat her. Whatever it was she wanted a piece of the action... Nay.. she wanted the source of the power. It was definitely some sort of white magic and if she could have all that power and combine it with her dark magic, she would literally turn into a living God.

The zombie that she had with her was another useful tool. She could infuse him with dark power and turn him into a sniffing dog. The advantage of having a zombie slave was that it had no emotion, no fear, no pain and no hunger. It could literally go on for days and days fulfilling its objective. All she had to do now was make it faster and stronger...