Full Moon chapter one

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Once upon a time there were four kingdoms. Three of the four destroyed the one and divided the land between themselves.
Once upon a time the barbarians of the west used them for trophies, Hellenic of the south for slaves, and the weapons to the east used them for food.
Once upon a time every full moon creatures of the night would attack the creatures of the day.
Once upon a time there was a prophecy that a witch, conceived and born under the full moon, would rebuild her country and stop a war.
Once upon a time the three leaders of the three kingdoms heard the prophecy, and they had every witch born under the full moon destroyed.
Once upon a time a witch had three daughters, all conceived and born under the full moon.
Once upon a time the witches decided to fight back.
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Wolves chased her. They nipped at her heals. Tore at her dress. It was a full moon, and they thought her human. She really wished that she could use magic.
Medusa held the vial close to her chest. The bracelet on her wrist pulsed as she tried to use her magic. It drained her soul wavelength until she was almost tripping. A wolf grabbed her clock and ripped it from her shoulders.
Still she ran. She could see her target: the city water supply. The water was stored in a large elevated lake, and after it was strained it would be sent through the city as drinking water.
She climbed up the latter. She opened the vial and dumped it into the water. "Welcome to the night."
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The Next Full Moon
Three people watched Lord Death's mirror. On the mirror a view of a Hellenic town, that for some reason had strange things happening.
"And how long has this been going on?" a tall figure in a black cloak and a silly skull mask asked.
"This seems to be the first time this has happened," a tall man wearing a long white coat said.
"And do you know why?" the skull figure asked again.
The man in the lab coat's glasses flashed in the light. "There seems to be something in the drinking water. Something magical." One of the lenses became clear, revealing light green eyes.
The shortest man turned to look at the taller man. "Witches?"
"That's what I believe."
"Hmmm."
Both men turned to the skull figure. "Lord Death?"
"Stein, I want you to take Spirit and Joe and find this witch."
The tall man nodded and left, with the redhead trailing behind him.
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Spirit groaned as cart he was in hit another bump. They were almost to the capital city in Hellenic, Zuesc. Until a day ago Joe said that's where the witch was. She just disappeared off his radar, which she couldn't do with soul protect. It was a mystery.
He looked at Joe. He had been quiet for a long time now. He was busy focusing on finding the witches soul.
Spirit looked at the cloak next to him. They found it in the Hellenic city, but it had writing on it that they couldn't read.
He looked at Stein, who was driving the cart. He remained as emotionless as always. "How long?"
Stein turned to look at him. "We're here."
Spirit looked over the tall man shoulder, seeing a large city. "Oh."
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People stared as they passed him, which was nothing new. People stared at a six foot man with a large screw in his head.
He had lost both of his companions. Joe was most likely trying to find the witch, and who knew what Spirit was doing?
He turned around when he felt the weapon's soul. Spirit waved at him as he approached, and he was leading a woman to him.
"Stein, this is Herra. She speaks English," Spirit said presenting a blushing woman. Stein handed the cloak to the woman, who looked it over. Joe came behind Spirit.
"We need to leave now," he almost yelled. Stein, Spirit, and Herra looked at Joe.
Spirit looked at his friend with concern. "What's wrong, Joe?"
"These people do not know how to make coffee!"
Stein turned back to Herra. "Can you read the cloak?"
Herra nodded. "This is the cloak of a slave. See here, this is her name, and this is the address of her master," she said pointing to the stitching.
"Can you lead us there?"
Herra nodded and started to walk, with the three men following behind her.
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Herra stopped outside a large house. "This is the house, now if you excuse me my husband is waiting for me."
"Husband," Spirit said as he pouted after her.
"Did you really think that a woman like that wouldn't be married?" Joe asked.
Stein knocked on the door. A woman wearing the same yellow cloak as the one they had answered. "I would like to talk to the master of the house."
The woman nodded and gestured for them to follow. As they tried to follow her down the hall she stopped them. She gestured to their feet, and then to her own bare ones. They took off their shoes.
They followed her down the hall and thru a courtyard. A man with curly hair and multiple wristband came towards them.
"I am Nevouse. May I help you?"
Stein handed him the cloak. "Does this belong to one of your slaves?"
Nevouse looked over the cloak. "Yes, this belongs to Cassandra. The witch."
Spirit smiled at the thought of going home and being with his darling daughter. "May we speak to her?"
Nevouse thought about it while he fettled with one of the bracelets around his wrist. "I'll let you talk to her for one hundred Helios."
"A hundred what?" Spirit asked in confusion.
"Gold coins. The locals called them Helios after the sun," Stein explained.
Joe rubbed his head. "Where are we going to find a hundred gold pieces?"
"Hold on a second," Stein said started searching his jacket. After a few scalpels, dead animals and syringes he pulled out a full bag.
"God, Stein, did you rob a bank?" Spirit asked as Stein handed over the bag. He was ignored by everyone.
After quickly looking though the bag Nevouse nodded. "A pleasure doing biasness with you," he said as he held out his hand for Stein to shake. As Stein took his hand Nevouse wrapped his hand around his wrist, and Stein looked down as he felt something tighten around his wrist. When he snatched his hand back he saw one of the bracelets Nevouse use to have around his wrist. "There, now you will be able to command her," he said with a smile.
Spirit's jaw fell open. "You sold a slave to him?"
Nevouse nodded. "There are a few things you have to know about the slave bracelets. It suppresses her magic, so she wouldn't be able to cast spells, and her soul will look human, and she will only be able to use magic with our permission. She doesn't need her magic to command her familiars, so you are going to have to command her not to harm you. She will try to escape and kill other people, so you will need to command her not to do any of that. And in order for all this to work you must name her."
"Name her?" Stein asked he looked closer at the bracelet. It was silver, with witches writing on it. Near the middle there was a blank spot.
"There is power in names, and by naming your slave you are showing and exercising your power over them. Some things work, like the commands 'come' and 'sit', but nothing too complicated. As of me taking it off her name was no longer Cassandra."
"Why don't you just give her the name she was born with?" Spirit asked with crossed arms.
Nevouse looked surprised. "The bracelet would still work, but why would you give a slave the name they were born with? It makes them think more highly of themself then is necessary. They are only slaves."
Stein looked up at the Hellenic man. "And where is she now?"
The Hellenic man flicked his hand towards the ceiling. "Upstairs. I shall have another slave bring her."
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Medusa did her best to ignore Diana's prattling. The idiot was talking about the witch's new owner, about how strange and pale he looked. But she also talked about how tall and strong he also looked, and Medusa had the strong urge to strangle her.
Later, while she was following her new master and the others out to their cart she realized that she could have.
Her master and the redhead sat in back with her while the other one drove the cart. They stared at her, while she pulled her Virgin's Veil tighter around her face. They should only be able to see her eyes with it on.
"So, you poison any towns recently?" Spirit asked as he leaned forward.
Medusa started for a moment, but then laughed. "It wasn't really a town, merely a small village. And as far as I know they aren’t dead."
"Are you kidding me! Nearly the whole village is dead! You started a plague!"
For a moment Medusa looked crest fallen, but then she sighed. "It seems as though my experiment was a failure. I shall have to try again."
Seeing that if Spirit talked to the witch anymore he would pop a blood vessel Stein stepped in. "How did you created the plague?"
Medusa laughed again. "I'm not going to tell you. You'll have to take the choice away from me. Tell me, oh master of mine, what is my name?"
Stein shrugged. "I don't know. Most likely something Hellenic, considering where we found you."
The witch's eyes conveyed confusion and Spirit sighed. "He means the name that you're father-"
"Mother," Medusa interrupted, purely out of habit.
"-Mother named you when you were born. I managed to convince him to let you use your real name," he said proud of himself.
Up front Joe snorted. "Stein let you win. He just doesn't care one way or the other."
Spirit gritted his teeth angrily. After a bit he stared at the witch, along with the other two. After a few minutes he sighed. "You do still remember your name, right?"
"Of course!" the witched snapped.
Stein raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it?"
"Medusa Gorgon."
"Well Medusa, you are not to use your magic or familiars to harm me or any of my friends. You will help the DWMA cure the plague you started. You will not escape. Also you will tell me how you made this plague in the first place."
Medusa nodded, and looked off. After a few minutes Stein raised another eyebrow. "Well?"
"You didn't say when I had to tell you," she smirked
Spirit let out a shout that was a mix of a groan and a yell. "How much longer?" he exclaimed as he pulled on his red hair.
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