Once upon a time, in a realm filled with magic and enchantment, there lived a witch named Eleanora. Eleanora was not your typical witch, for she was kind-hearted and had a profound love for all living creatures. She lived in a small cottage nestled deep in an enchanted forest, far away from the prying eyes of the villagers who feared her powers. However, Eleanora had a rather peculiar companion, a soul-swallowing frog named Frederick. It was said that Frederick had the ability to devour the souls of those who crossed his path. Despite his sinister reputation, Eleanora saw something special in him and felt a deep connection.
Despite his sinister reputation, Eleanora saw something special in him and felt a deep connection. The villagers despised Eleanora, believing her to be an evil sorceress who used her powers for dark and nefarious purposes. Little did they know, behind closed doors, Eleanora spent her days using her magic to heal injured animals and tend to the sickly plants in the forest.
Witch with a soul swallowing frog by her side
Something that has no name.
I conjure you by that which you profess— Howe’er you come to know it—answer me. Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches, though the yeasty waves Confound and swallow navigation up, Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down, Though castles topple on their warders’ heads, Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their foundations, though the treasure Of nature’s germens tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you.
I command you by the demonic powers you serve to answer my questions, no matter how you come to know those answers. I don’t care if you unleash violent winds that tear down churches; cause the foaming waves to rise up and destroy all ships and sailors; flatten crops and trees with storms; make castles fall down on the heads of their inhabitants; cause palaces and pyramids to topple; or create so much chaos in nature that destruction gets tired of itself. Just give me answers.
Say, if th’ hadst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters’.
Tell us: would you rather hear the answers from our mouths or from our masters’?
Call ‘em. Let me see ‘em.
Call them. Let me see them.
Pour in sow’s blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; grease that’s sweaten From the murderer’s gibbet throw Into the flame.
Pour in the blood of a sow that has eaten her nine offspring. Take the liquefied fat from the corpse of a murderer hanged on the gallows, and throw it into the flame.
Come, high or low; Thyself and office deftly show!
Come, spirit, high or low. Show yourself and your function.
Thunder. The FIRST APPARITION appears, in the form of a head wearing a helmet.
Thunder sounds. The FIRST APPARITION appears, in the form of a head wearing a helmet.
Tell me, thou unknown power—
Tell me, you unknown power—
He knows thy thought. Hear his speech but say thou nought.
He knows your thoughts. Listen to what he says, but don’t say a thing.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff. Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff. Beware the Thane of Fife. Release me. Enough.
The FIRST APPARITION descends.
The FIRST APPARITION descends.
Whate’er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks. Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one word more—
Whatever you are, thanks for your good advice. You have described exactly what I feared. But one more thing—
He will not be commanded. Here’s another More potent than the first.
You can not command him. Here’s another, stronger than the first.
Thunder. The SECOND APPARITION appears, in the form of a bloody child.
Thunder sounds. The SECOND APPARITION appears, in the form of a bloody child.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!—
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Had I three ears, I’d hear thee.
If I had three ears, I’d use all three to listen.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.
Be violent, bold, and determined. Mock the strength of other men, because no man born from a woman will ever harm Macbeth.
The SECOND APPARITION descends.
The SECOND APPARITION descends.
Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee? But yet I’ll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live, That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder.
Then live, Macduff. Why should I fear you? Yet, I’ll make doubly sure and guarantee my fate. You will die, Macduff, and by killing you I will defeat my fear and always sleep easily.
Thunder. The THIRD APPARITION appears, in the form of a child wearing a crown and holding a tree in his hand.
Thunder sounds. The THIRD APPARITION appears, in the form of a child wearing a crown and holding a tree in his hand.
What is this That rises like the issue of a king, And wears upon his baby-brow the round And top of sovereignty?
What is this spirit that appears like the child of a king, wearing a royal crown on his young head?
Listen but speak not to ’t.
Listen, but do not speak to it.
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are. Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill Shall come against him.
Be as courageous and proud as a lion. Don’t worry about who dislikes you, who resents you, and who conspires against you. Macbeth will never be beaten until Great Birnam Wood comes to fight you at Dunsinane Hill.
The THIRD APPARITION descends.
The THIRD APPARITION descends.
That will never be. Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earthbound root? Sweet bodements! Good! Rebellious dead, rise never till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing. Tell me, if your art Can tell so much: shall Banquo’s issue ever Reign in this kingdom?
That will never happen. Who can command the forest so that the trees lift their roots from the earth? Sweet prophecies! Good! My murders will never rise until the forest of Birnam rises, and I will live a full life and die only of old age, as is customary. But my heart still throbs to know one thing. Tell me, if your dark powers can see it: will Banquo’s sons ever reign in this kingdom?
Seek to know no more.
Do not try to learn more.
I will be satisfied. Deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?
I demand to be satisfied. If you deny me, may an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. Why is that cauldron sinking? And what is that sound?
Oboes play music for a ceremonial procession.
Oboes play music for a ceremonial procession.
Show his eyes and grieve his heart. Come like shadows; so depart!
Show him so his heart grieves. Come like shadows and depart as shadows too!
Eight kings parade across the stage, the last one holds a mirror in his hand, followed by BANQUO.
Eight kings parade across the stage, the last one holds a mirror in his hand, followed by BANQUO.
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down! Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. A third is like the former. —Filthy hags! Why do you show me this? A fourth? Start, eyes! What, will the line stretch out to th’ crack of doom? Another yet? A seventh? I’ll see no more. And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass Which shows me many more, and some I see That twofold balls and treble scepters carry. Horrible sight! Now I see ’tis true; For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me And points at them for his.
[To BANQUO] You look too much like Banquo's ghost. Be gone!
[To the first king] Your crown hurts my eyes.
[To the second king] Your golden hair, which looks itself like a crown, resembles the hair on the first king. And this third king looks just like the second one.
[To himself] Filthy hags! Why do you show me this? A fourth! My eyes bulge from their sockets! Will this line of kings stretch on to infinity? Yet another one? And a seventh? I want to see no more. And yet an eighth appears, holding a mirror in which I see many more kings. And some of those kings carry double orbs and triple scepters ! Horrible sight! Now I see it’s true: blood-splattered Banquo smiles at me and points at them, identifying them as his descendants.
The spirits of the kings and BANQUO vanish.
The spirits of the kings and BANQUO vanish.
What, is this so?
What? Is this true?
Ay, sir, all this is so. But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, And show the best of our delights. I’ll charm th’ air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round. That this great king may kindly say, Our duties did his welcome pay.
Yes, it’s all true. But why do you stand there so amazed? Come, sisters, let’s conjure up some spirits and show him what we can do. I’ll charm the air to make music while you perform your wild dance. Then this noble king will say that our ceremonies repaid his friendly welcome.
Music plays. The WITCHES dance and then vanish.
Music plays. The WITCHES dance and then vanish.
Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursèd in the calendar! Come in, without there.
Where are they? Gone? Let this evil hour be marked as cursed in the calendar.
[Calling to someone offstage] You outside, come in!
What’s your grace’s will?
What does your Grace command?
Saw you the weird sisters?
Did you see the weird sisters?
Came they not by you?
They didn’t pass by you?
No, indeed, my lord.
No, indeed, my lord.
Infected be the air whereon they ride, And damned all those that trust them! I did hear The galloping of horse. Who was ’t came by?
The air they ride on is infected. Damn all those who trust them! I heard the galloping of horses. Who was it that came this way?
‘Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England.
My lord, two or three men came, bringing word that Macduff has fled to England.
Fled to England?
Fled to England?
Ay, my good lord.
Yes, my good lord.
Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o’ertook Unless the deed go with it. From this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: The castle of Macduff I will surprise, Seize upon Fife, give to th’ edge o’ th’ sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool. This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool. But no more sights! —Where are these gentlemen? Come, bring me where they are.
[To himself] Time, you stand in the way of my terrifying plans. Unless you immediately do what you planned, you never get the chance to do it. From this moment on, I will act as soon as I want to do something. I will begin right now to follow my thoughts immediately with action. I’ll launch a surprise attack against Macduff’s castle; seize the town of Fife; and kill his wife, his children, and anyone else unfortunate enough to bear even a trace of his blood. No more boasting like a fool. I will do this deed before my sense of purpose dulls. And no more hallucinations!
[To LENNOX] Where are these messengers? Come, lead me to them.
Where are they? Gone? Let this evil hour be marked as cursed in the calendar.
She often found solace in the company of Frederick, for only he could understand the weight she carried as an outcast in the village. With his soul-swallowing abilities, Frederick brought her a sense of comfort and security. He listened to her woes without judgment and provided a sense of understanding that no other creature could. Eleanora's gentle nature allowed her to see the good in everyone, even a soul-swallowing frog. She had a remarkable ability to see beyond appearances and understand the true nature of others, including Frederick. Despite his fearsome reputation, she believed that deep within him, there was a flicker of goodness waiting to be nurtured. Together, Eleanora and Frederick would embark on magical journeys through the enchanted forest, helping those in need and spreading kindness wherever they went. They would heal wounded animals, mend broken hearts, and bring joy to the dreary lives of the villagers, one enchantment at a time. As time went on, the villagers began to see Eleanora and Frederick in a different light. They saw the positive change they brought to the forest and how their acts of kindness had transformed the once feared witch into a beloved figure. Eleanora's connection with Frederick had opened their eyes to the true nature of magic and the power it held to create harmony and happiness. In the end, it was Eleanora's unwavering belief in the goodness of others that brought redemption to the soul-swallowing frog. Through her love and compassion, Frederick shed his dark reputation and transformed into a protector of the forest, using his powers to ensure the well-being of all its inhabitants. The story of Eleanora and Frederick serves as a reminder that appearances can be deceiving and that often, the most unexpected companions can become our greatest allies. It is a testament to the power of love, compassion, and understanding in transforming even the darkest of souls..
Reviews for "The Witch's Journey: Tales of Adventure with a Soul Swallowing Frog"
1. Stephanie - ★☆☆☆☆
I found "Witch with a soul swallowing frog by her side" to be incredibly disappointing. The premise sounded intriguing, but the execution fell flat. The characters were poorly developed and lacked depth, making it difficult to connect with them. Additionally, the plot was disjointed and lacked a clear direction. I was left feeling confused and unsatisfied, and would not recommend this book to others.
2. Robert - ★★☆☆☆
I had high hopes for "Witch with a soul swallowing frog by her side," but it ultimately fell short of my expectations. The writing style was lackluster and the pacing was inconsistent, making it difficult to fully immerse myself in the story. While the concept of a witch with a soul-swallowing frog companion was unique, it was not enough to salvage the dull plot and underdeveloped characters. I struggled to finish this book and was ultimately left feeling unfulfilled.
3. Amanda - ★★☆☆☆
I wanted to like "Witch with a soul swallowing frog by her side," but I found it to be underwhelming. The story had potential, but the execution lacked finesse. The world-building was vague and inconsistent, leaving me with more questions than answers. Additionally, the dialogue felt forced and unnatural, making it difficult to engage with the characters. Overall, this book left me feeling unsatisfied and I would not recommend it to others.