Once a mighty storm witch; now a mere graveyard patroller.

Once feared by all that knew her name; now her existence hidden from all that lives.

Once swept through the land, ravaging and instilling fear through howling winds; now forced stay within the boundaries of the graveyard.

Once roamed the land free, without any restraints; now only allowed to release her winds once a year.

Once knew all that was; now her winds report to her the few things they see.

And that is why, every fall, her winds stream through the land in the form of spirits, otherwise known as ghosts, to implant fear in place of their mistress; and that is why, every fall, she moans in remembrance of her past, others mistaking her for the undead.

One day, she knows she will be free again; free to ride the roiling winds; free to take her revenge..

(I don't know what is it between me and purple; strange addiction o.O)

The Banshee Bride
The tale speaks of a bride preparing for her wedding day. Two nights before her marriage, she could hear the screams. Following her, following her, following her. She never paid them any heed. She went about her evening finishing up her plans to marry, never knowing that the screams were for her, the screams of a banshee. The next night, she heard the screams again though louder. They were coming closer but still she didn't mind them. Her wedding was the next night and that was more important. Suddenly, the screams were right beside her, ringing her ears. She passed out. When she next woke, she realized she would be late to her own wedding. She dressed hurriedly and rushed to the chapel. She made it just in time... but something was wrong. Everyone she spoke to didn't hear her, they couldn't see her either. She then remembered the screams the night before and knew what it meant. She opened her own mouth and let out a horrendous scream of her own, cementing her afterlife. She became a Banshee Bride, wandering forever waiting to marry, but letting out ear piercing screams when she would realize she never would.

Autumn


In the fall you'll find Autumn, a girl who looks like she is young but looks are deceiving as she is very wise. She helps to guide travelers to their final destination. With a heart of gold she protects anyone from the dangers of those who lurk in the shadows; lighting their way with her lantern. Although Autumn may seem small or feeble, she has been guiding the oldest of souls for centuries and has never failed to protect them on their way. She will guide even the most corrupted souls and eventually when their destination has been reached, Autumn has purified their souls and given them a rightful path to go on.

Hearken wayward traveler as the day fades
For thou doth stand in thy world's own shadow
As in farewell your earthen mother bades
And into mine realm of dreams thou shall go

For I am Macha of the phantom queen
Wife of Nuada, whose silver hand is
High King of Tir na nOg and lands between
with the Formoire far fled to lands not his

Tis good fortune with which thou hath found me
in night's dark where lurk Badb and Anand
Of war, death and fate guard us sisters three
Thus cleped the Morrigan of this dark wood

To where Man dwells thou shalt return in peace
this time spared from thy penance thee shall be
But wander lost once more, return in piece
Flee mortal, to alight Man's fear of me

In thy tale of woe, nae forget thy thanks
that thou hast met my grace and not my fangs

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Whew. That took forever. yes, I am so extra as to write in iambic pentameter for an avi design submission xD.

Pronunciation notes for those unfamiliar with irish mythos:
Macha: MAH-ka
Nuada: new-ah-THA
Tir na nOg: teer - nah -nog (rhymes with log)
Formoire: FAH-vra (many pronunciations for this, I picked the one that worked)
Badb: bibe
Anand: ah-nould (rhymes with would/wood)
Morrigan: More- ih - gihn (hard g)

Cleped is an archaic word that means named (one syllable, pronounced cleeped)

The Forest Witch



Beware what you sign, even in the most seemingly natural of places. For even ordinary woodland can be twisted into a dark forest, in time. The Witch of the Forest was once very innocent, and very dedicated to protecting her home. But over time, struggling to preserve the pristine beauty of her forest, she became bitter and jaded. Always there were people seeking to chop down the trees and turn the fertile land into farms and villages. Always there was someone who wanted to use it for, in her view, selfish ends. Always there were people taking from nature and giving nothing back. She thought there must be a better way, a stronger magic to guard the trees and the land. So she turned down a darker path, and in the end, became something far worse than the thoughtless humans who sought to take from the forest. She became a demon, and her forest became cursed. Now, no one can chop the trees or take from the land. But the land itself has become hungry, and takes many lives to feed the demons that serve to guard it. In the end, the Forest Witch takes from those who sought to take her forest, but the price she paid for her power was very high.