In the beginning, when magic was young and the world still remembered the old ways, the High Priestess Selene stood at the pinnacle of her power. Her bloodline, touched by the divine essence of the Moon Goddess, had ruled the covens for millennia. But in her final days, a vision consumed her—a vision of a darkness that would one day sweep across the realms, turning light into shadow, and hope into despair.
To safeguard the balance, Selene made the ultimate sacrifice. In a secret ritual known only to the highest witches, she offered her life essence to forge the Eye of Witches, a mystical stone of unimaginable power. It was said that the stone could see into the past, present, and future. It could unravel the deepest mysteries of the universe and reshape reality itself. But there was one condition: only those of divine blood, specifically Selene’s bloodline, could wield it without succumbing to madness. For any other mortal, the Eye would slowly poison their mind, stripping away their sanity, their emotions, and even their very soul.
When Selene breathed her last breath, her soul became entwined with the stone, and it gleamed with the ethereal glow of her life force. The covens mourned her loss, but they knew her sacrifice had secured them a weapon more potent than any spell or sword. For centuries, the kingdoms of men and witches alike thrived, fueled by the fragmentary power of the Eye.
However, mortals—never of divine blood—sought the stone’s strength despite its dangers. They were intoxicated by the possibilities it promised: power, wealth, immortality. But such ambition came at a steep cost. Those who dared to gaze too deeply into the Eye were inevitably consumed by it. Their bodies aged unnaturally fast, their minds twisted by nightmares, and their spirits fractured beyond repair. They lost all sense of self—emotion, morality, and sanity crumbling like sand between their fingers. These power-hungry rulers built vast empires, but they ruled with cruelty, madness eating away at their hearts until they became little more than hollow shells, existing in perpetual torment.
Eventually, fear of the stone’s curse spread, and the covens decided to fragment the Eye of Witches. Each fragment held a fraction of its original power, enough to aid the witches and protect their realms but not enough to drive mortals to ruin. They scattered the shards across the world, giving each coven a piece to guard, and they vowed that the Eye would never again be whole.
But fragments of such power have a way of attracting those who yearn for more.
The Rise of the Dark
In secret, a new force emerged—a faction of witches and sorcerers who believed that the Eye was never meant to remain fragmented. They called themselves the Children of the Night, and they sought to restore the stone to its former glory, believing it would grant them dominion over all realms: physical, spiritual, and astral.
Led by a fallen witch named Morrigan, the Children of the Night searched for the hidden shards, willing to destroy anyone who stood in their way. Morrigan, once a member of the high coven, had tasted the power of one fragment and craved the full might of the Eye. Her vision was one of endless night, where only those loyal to her would wield magic, and the rest of humanity would be enslaved or eradicated.
But not all witches agreed with Morrigan’s dark vision. A coalition of light, led by the High Priestess Lilith—descended from Selene’s divine bloodline—stood in opposition. Lilith knew that if the Eye were restored, its power would bring about not just the downfall of men but the unraveling of the very fabric of reality. The war between light and dark witches began, with both sides racing to recover the remaining fragments of the Eye.
The Battle for the Astral Realms
While fragments of the Eye were scattered across the physical world, the true heart of its power lay elsewhere. The final and most potent shards were hidden within the astral realms, a place where spirits and gods tread, and where the laws of time and space were fluid. Only those skilled in astral projection could navigate this dangerous territory, and even then, many were lost, their souls swallowed by the void.
Lilith, desperate to stop Morrigan, gathered her most powerful witches to journey into the astral planes. They sought not only to recover the fragments but to destroy them, ensuring the Eye would never be whole again. But Morrigan, too, had learned the secrets of the astral, and her Children of the Night were equally determined to claim the remaining pieces.
In the shadowed depths of the astral realms, the final battle between light and dark began.
Witches of both factions clashed, their spells ripping through the fabric of reality. The power of the Eye pulsed like a heartbeat in the distance, drawing them ever closer to its resting place. As they fought, the astral world shifted, bending to the whims of their magic. Time looped and fractured, and the lines between life and death blurred.
In the end, it was Lilith who reached the core of the Eye first. But as she touched the final fragment, the spirit of Selene appeared before her, warning of the dire consequences of reassembling the stone—even for a noble purpose. If the Eye was restored, it would no longer be bound to a single bloodline. Its power would become wild, uncontrollable, and it would draw not only witches but all beings into its madness.
With a heavy heart, Lilith made her choice. She called upon the spirits of her ancestors and offered her own life essence to the astral realms. In doing so, she bound the final shard in a place where no mortal, witch, or even spirit could reach it. Her sacrifice ensured that the Eye would never be whole again, and the war would come to an end—for now.
The Aftermath
The war between light and dark left scars across both the physical and astral realms. Many witches perished, their souls forever lost in the astral tides. The Children of the Night, defeated but not destroyed, retreated into the shadows, vowing to one day reclaim the Eye. Lilith’s coven, weakened by their losses, swore to guard the remaining fragments with their lives.
Yet, even with Lilith’s sacrifice, the Eye of Witches was not gone. Its fragments still pulsed with forbidden power, scattered across the world, waiting for those brave—or foolish—enough to seek them out. And in the dark corners of the astral realms, whispers began to spread. Whispers of a time when the Eye would be restored and the war between light and dark would begin anew.
The balance was preserved, but for how long?
In the end, the Eye of Witches remained the most powerful scrying stone ever made—a relic of untold power, bound by sacrifice and soaked in blood. And as long as fragments existed, so too did the potential for chaos and madness.