Bewitched
fairytale
Two decades ago, the domain of courts waged battle on various types of enraged witches. Both groups lost a number of comrades during the five-year battle, but neither was willing to kneel to their feet. Until a sorcerer from one of the courts arrived with something that would put a stop to the never-ending power struggle. A stone-based octagonal crystal.
It happened quickly but painfully: a light flashed in front of them, eight rays from various stones merged into one, and the crystal detonated like a bomb before they could comprehend what was going on. Their vision was being sucked out of them by the intolerable brightness, and it wasn’t only their sight that was being sucked out of them… their souls and the magic.
They felt normal… and weak… when the light faded and the battlefield became dark once more, with shining dusts visibly dancing in the air.
The enchantment has vanished. Both parties were defeated. The magic never came back.