His eyes were forever closed. The body that once held up the head was no more. Macbeth was no more. Yet how could the people feel hope for the future when there was no successor left? They couldn’t. The following months Scotland had a very deep depression, in which King Malcolm tried to save them from. What the people didn’t know was that even more dreadful times were about to come.
Bye bye Lady Macbeth, she said with a grin. Her name could barely be said by a human mouth, it was too powerful for mankind. Rhiannon Tabitha Edon was her name and was one of the most powerful witches alive. She was pure evil captured in a beauty, and was more dangerous than one could ever imagine. Everybody knew that a witch wouldn’t kill herself. It was genius, it was settled. Lady Macbeth was dead and would never return. So if a woman happened to move to town, a woman with looks quite similar to the former queen, no one would expect a thing! Or even better, a male would be perfect! She had it all planned; the three weird sisters, Macbeth and the deaths. She would soon have the power over the entire contry.
Late that night she left the castle for the little house she once lived in. It was a cottage in which she had planned her future in, about forty years ago. ”With no king the people are frightened, desperate for a leader” she said to herself. “I shall be the king you never were, Macdeath. But first I need to look like one.” She looked into an old mirror and beheld her beauty. “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is fairest of them all?” she said with a grin. She found it extremely funny and cachinnated as she tossed the mirror on the ground. She grabbed one piece and with a sharp side she cut her hair. It was now no longer than to the shoulders.
"A king is what the people need, someone who the country leads. I for one will never fail, like old Macbeth who showed us frail. Spirits please, change my look and make
She said as her face took shape of a man. From now on she went under the name Acair.
To earn the trust of the people was only an act in her game. After five thousand years on this earth she lost her humanity, and she didn't miss it a second. It didn't take long before Acair was very popular almong the people. She was a royal man in their eyes.
Act 1/ scene 1
Alcide knock on the castle port
King Malcolm: Who is this guest of mine?
Acair: My name is Alcair, your Majesty. I’m sent to inform thee about the pudh news, sir.
King Malcolm: Bad news ya say?
Acair: Oh, very much so. I’m telling ya that this is about the last breaths ya’ll ever take.
King Malcolm: Who are you to speak, boy!
Acair: I have not been completly honest with ya, your highness. My looks are blessed with the spirits of antoher world. Once I’m king, they will be united on mother earth.
(As Acair speaking his face are changing)
King Malcolm: Do I behold the face of Lady Macbeth? This is madness! I saw her dead myself.
Rihannon: Ya fool! I am the most poweful witch on earth. Five thousand years I’ve waited for this moment. I am going to be king!
King Malcolm: No one lives for that long.
Rihannon: A man is as old as he feels, and a woman as old as she looks.
Rihannon kills Malcolm with a dagger in the heart
Rihannon: Spirits seek upon my chest, but there's no heart,never blessed
But we will take control you'll see, of castle gates and being free
So come my friend and join with me, and you will know, yes you will see
That living hell is great for those, whose souls are black , and fear no woes!
All evil sprits enter the world, ready for a new era
Hecate: We shall rule this world togeter brothers and sisters of the night!
Everybody: Ay!!
Act 1 / scen 2
Fleance, son of Banquo is hiding in a city near by when a friend comes rushing
Friend of Fleance: Fleance! Have ya heard? King Malcolm is dead. We all know you have to take the place as monarch, and you know it.
Fleance: Indeed. But how can I? Am I man enough?
Friend of Fleance: One shall not degrade himself.
Fleance: You’re right. I am going to claim the crown.
Fleance is back in Forres
Rihannon: I hear noises. Show yourself.
Fleance: I am Feance, son of Banquo. I’m here to take my place as a king.
Rihannon: Ya underestimate me, ya churlish boy!
Fleance: I do not think I do! Actions speak louder than words, Lady Macdeath.
Fleance knows how to kill a witch and throws a bucket of salted water on Rihannon. She melts and all the other supernatural creatures disappear. They understand that the battle is lost. Fleance is crowned king, just like the three weird sistes predicted.
Emmie 9a
To speak English "well" is not enough in today´s world, writes Ms Barbara Bergström, the American science teacher who founded the English School in 1993.
