The Mythology of the WWLA

The Myth

Several hundred thousand years ago, Earth spun on its axis, raw and pristine, filled with all the elemental beauty of a newborn world. A young, industrious Goddess, wandering the universe in search of a planet to call her own, discovered it and decided to make Earth her home. For a long time, alone but never lonely, She watched over and nurtured it. She delighted in the vibrant colors that existed on its surface and below its clear waters, and She enhanced everything to even greater loveliness. Each cycle, She added more touches of beauty, sometimes delicate, sometimes invincible—flowers that bloomed vibrant fuchsia for a day, striped orange and black tigers that hunted and killed prey with terrifying efficiency, happy sea creatures that frolicked in turquoise waves.

She shaped the waning and waxing of the moon and the cyclic nature of Earth’s seasons. She balanced the powers, strengths and weaknesses of the animals that ran freely over Earth’s lands and swam in its deep seas and wide rivers until everything was self-sustaining. She especially favored the brightest creature of all, the ingenious human. She frequently visited humans and they came to call her by many names. All was at peace out in the quiet fringe of the galaxy, far away from all the other Gods and Goddesses, and She loved it.

Then one day, a band of wild, roaming young Gods approached her paradise, each eager for a female mate and a world of his own to rule. The young Earth Goddess was reluctant to have her perfect existence tainted by a domineering male energy, but fearing that complete resistance would lead to worse disruption, She agreed to choose one of the Gods as her soul mate. The Gods competed to show off their great powers. And they were all powerful. With each challenge, her trepidation grew. Some Gods proved themselves dishonest and sneaky. She caught several assuming the forms of animals and humans and engaging in mischief with her precious humans.  Deciding She could not delay her choice any longer, She selected the easy-going and joyful Nature God named Pan to be her mate. Though he preferred pleasure over work, he was as strong and as powerful as the others, and he treated her well. He also seemed to respect and appreciate the beauty of Earth more than the other young Gods.

The mating celebration went on for more than one of Earth’s annual cycles. The unexpected power of Love, released in the initial mating between the Goddess and her Consort, unbalanced and distracted the Goddess from her work on her treasured planet. Finally though, She was able to convince Pan, frequently replete with wine and the pleasure of their couplings, to agree that it was time for his friends to leave.

Unfortunately, by this time, these male Gods had settled into a comfortable life on the remote planet. Earth was rich with Ambrosia and the humans had become a favorite plaything for the increasingly indolent Gods. Additionally, a worrisome number of half-immortal, half-human individuals were born and the Gods who fathered them refused to leave. Despite the Goddess’s attempts to protect her Earth from the invasion of these Gods, they had moved in and now refused to move on. Pan was powerful, but he was not powerful enough to fight off a dozen other Gods each of equal power. Even together, The Goddess and her Consort were no match against so many. Since these male Gods seemed willing to let the Goddess and her Consort continue to rule Earth alone, an uneasy truce was established. Earth was no longer the perfect paradise that She had created, but the Goddess was determined to do all She could to protect it.

Things remained just so for thousands of years. Then, the Ambrosia failed to bloom one season, due to the prank of one of the demi-gods. The Gods turned petty and spiteful, too lazy to find a new home or cultivate more of the immortal food. They squabbled. They tired of each other’s company. They began to use the humans as tools to spite each other. They built allegiances with specific human tribes across the globe and set them against each other in wars. Their increasing number of offspring devolved from demi-gods and demi-goddesses into troublesome demons who lived for the sole pleasure of causing humans even more trouble than the Gods themselves.

When these male Gods rose to the height of influence with humans during the Iron Age, the Goddess, seeing that her peaceful, balanced ways were being destroyed, was forced to retreat into the misty heights of the Scottish Highlands to wait out their self-destructive rampage. Disturbed by the acrimony and willful violence of his peers, and now deeply in love with the Goddess, Pan followed her. The Goddess believed these male Gods would slowly but surely eliminate each other. She was correct but it took many annual Earth cycles, and each time a male God destroyed another, the winner also absorbed the defeated entity’s power. Eventually, all of the separate Gods blended into one all-knowing, all-powerful entity. To the Goddess’s and her Consort’s dismay, and Earth’s misfortune, the dark energy necessary for these Gods to meld into one power coalesced into a harsh, jealous entity who desired superiority over everything, including those who still remembered and loved the Goddess.

This new Unforgiving God sought out the Goddess and her Consort, determined to destroy them too. The three beings battled many times, causing great destruction on Earth—floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, even another mini-ice age, the spreading of the polar ice caps until they reached down to freeze the lands of The Goddess’s beloved Northern tribes. Neither side was powerful enough to overcome the other. Only the Goddess’s talent for reality shifting kept the planet stable enough to turn another day. In their last battle, Pan was seriously injured and the Goddess was forced to absorb him into her womb to save his life. Realizing the Unforgiving God would fight her for power over the Earth until the planet itself was destroyed, She could no longer risk staying on Earth. The Goddess, her Consort hidden within, retreated off world, cloaking her presence in the mists of an exploded dark star where she could watch Earth from afar and intervene only if necessary.

Just before leaving though, She choose one Northern tribe of intelligent, canny individuals on which to bestow her immortal power of reality shifting, to be passed down through their bloodline for all time, or until She could return once again to oversee the evolution of her once beautiful paradise. She charged these enhanced humans with the responsibility to protect the Earth against great harm, to cultivate its beauty, to balance its nature, and to survive. She called these individuals witches and warlocks, after their tribe name Wihaxan, and she called the power she gave them magick.

The Wihaxan Journey

Ever since the Goddess fled Earth, her witches and warlocks have shifted reality to ensure their own and the planet’s survival. They accomplish this using the Goddess’ gifted power to sense alternate realities and, when either the planet or their own ability to thrive is subverted, choosing to transition themselves and those around them to a different reality, a timeline with a more promising future. This power is limited and guided by the distant Goddess and her male Consort, the old Pagan immortals who have continued to care about Earth and its inhabitants, though they no longer walk the Earth. But the witches and warlocks also have freewill, and can make mistakes. Therefore, the power is used only with great care.

These gifted descendants have lived continuously alongside regular humans. They inhabit small communities across the world, alongside other descendants, congregating only to enhance their perceptions and power in organizations they call covens. On set dates, they call forth the Goddess and her Consort in essential rituals to reconnect and reestablish their powers. The Goddess’s visits, by necessity, remain fleeting and under the cover of darkness because the Unforgiving God continues to rule her planet unchallenged.

The necessity of working their magick secretly, though, was made evident during the Middle Ages, when a small, rogue segment of the church first discovered the existence of witches and became determined to wipe them out. Two men, James Sprenger and Heinrich Kramer, devoted at the time to the Unforgiving God established themselves as hunters, writing a treatise on their discovery of those who follow the Goddess. The book set forth rules and methods for discovering and destroying witches and warlocks. This document is called the Malleus Maleficarum or The Hammer of Witches. During decades of terror, in which they tortured and burned at the stake some six thousand individuals, these witch hunters nearly wiped out all the descendants of the Wihaxan tribe. Many of the few surviving families fled to America. After several generations of traveling and living like gypsies in the new world, they eventually settled on its West Coast.

Back in Europe, the witch craze, which resulted in the death of more innocents than witches, led to the church officially expelling and denouncing the vengeful hunters Sprenger and Kramer, who then turned their backs on the church and the Unforgiving God, and towards the few surviving demons of old for assistance. These individuals formed a secret organization called the Hammer Institute. The blood gifted to them by the demons enabled the hunters to survive reality shifts perpetrated by the remaining witches and warlocks against them. The descendants of these founding hunters, many carrying the potent remnants of that early demon blood, continued to train to hunt witches and warlocks, as dedicated as their ancestors at eliminating all living followers of the Goddess. When they had destroyed all surviving witches and warlocks in Europe, they came after the exiles in America. But they had no luck in tracking any, until now.

The Present Threat

The Hammer Institute recently tracked down and identified the last of the Goddess’s followers, the Witches and Warlocks of Los Angeles, a declining collective of covens that suffers from extensive internal strife and a wayward membership. Recognizing the opportunity made possible by the current vulnerability of the covens, the Hammer Institute leadership plots the Wihaxans’s complete and final destruction.

Their plan includes capitalizing on cutting-edge advances in science to develop a new, final race of powerful hunters.  This final weapon against the witches and warlocks will come to be called the Unborn. These half-demon-blooded human, half-witch individuals are to be raised and trained to hate and destroy with a ruthlessness never seen before. The first of the race have already been born.

Meanwhile, the weakened and fractured leadership of the Los Angeles covens, aware of a rising danger to both their kind and Earth, form a plan that includes developing their own super witch and warlock warriors to disable the enemy who has rooted them out once again. Unfortunately, the two descendants exhibiting the most powerful reality shifting capabilities are outsiders, one completely untrained and the other purposefully disengaged in and indifferent to the fate of the covens. Yet, these two must come together to produce a new generation of witches and warlocks capable of defeating the super hunters currently being produced by the Hammer Institute.

The Goddess has sent the leaders a vision of the only reality that leads to their survival. Only one witch and one warlock are capable of creating the new generation of witches and warlocks powerful enough to defeat the hunters once and for all. And their children must be raised and trained not to destroy, but to love and save.

Decades of uncertainty loom ahead before anyone knows whether the super hunters will wreak their final destruction or the next generation of witches and warlocks will bring forth salvation. Every reality shift between now and the end could tip the balance toward either group’s annihilation.