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absolute awe of having found both items. I lifted the photograph as Olivia withdrew the pendant. My fingers swiped at mom’s image, and my heart fluttered at the constant ache of missing her.
Olivia placed the palm of her hand on my shoulder, “Put this on Celia, we need to do one more thing before we are done.”
I did as I was told, no questions asked. For the moment all teenage defiance and demanding independence stretching was in off mode. I followed her back down stairs and took my seat next to her on the sofa in front of the ‘witch-craft’ coffee table.
Olivia had flipped the book to a page towards the front and was reading it to herself. Her fingers ran over the words as she took in what was written.
“You need to accept all of your abilities as your mother’s daughter. Typically, the patriarch is to hand down the magic through a succession ceremony, but as your mother had passed away, her abilities are already yours. It is now up to you to accept them in order to fully use them.”
“So how did I just do that magic without any powers?”
“You have always had magic, Celia. The difference between knowing and not knowing is the power of suggestion. If you don’t know, your ignorance becomes a barrier for use. On the opposite hand, Knowing means accepting responsibility for the consequences of using.”
“Consequences,” I repeated.
“The moment you recite the oath, you take responsibility for your actions. The good and the bad. The choices you make come with a price; they always have, and always will.” She paused for a moment, “Every spell you cast is a choice you make. You must look at every possible outcome before casting. Being a witch is a great gift but also a terrible burden. You have the ability to change destinies, rip lives apart, and because of that, the backlash is so harsh.”
“What goes around comes around?”
“Indeed, the power of three suggests that magic used to cause harm will return with equal repercussions but with a power three times greater than the individual casting the spell.”
“But what if I am in danger and use my abilities to protect myself?”
Olivia looked down to her lap, “The elements are just in their handing out of consequences. Trust the system. It’s never failed in the thousands of years it’s been in existence.”
My mind grasped the number and connected the dots. “Immortal coven” I whispered to myself.
Olivia turned back to the book and flipped to a page towards the front. I watched her, feeling very much overwhelmed. She found the text and turned back to me.
“Read this and then repeat the Latin dialect with me.” She directed, waiting for me to nod.
“Light and darkness, elements of all, and spirit of the one, I succumb to your will…” I looked to her and repeated words in Latin that somehow I knew the translation to. “ I give my soul to thee, to flow without conflict for the greater good and promise to serve only the immortal coven of nine.”
The air in the room thinned, my chest tightened making it hard to breathe, and everything became dark. My hands went up to cover my face, I felt heat on my cheeks but knew I wasn’t hot. Aunt Olivia backed away, and that was when I realized I was now standing. I couldn’t remember moving my legs. It all culminated to the humming in my head, which got louder every thudding beat of my heart.
“I can’t…I can’t” I screamed out, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head from the pain, the palms of my hands squeezing the top of my head as tight as I could.
The humming became crystal clear. It was then, I opened my eyes to find a lone figure standing before me and I was no longer in my aunt’s living room. A thick gray mist surrounded us, but her face was clear, her auburn eyes affixed to mine. Her hair was silky smooth and long down to her waist.
“Are you still pure?” she asked, her voice gruff as if she’d not spoken in some time.
“How do you mean?
“Have you
Olivia placed the palm of her hand on my shoulder, “Put this on Celia, we need to do one more thing before we are done.”
I did as I was told, no questions asked. For the moment all teenage defiance and demanding independence stretching was in off mode. I followed her back down stairs and took my seat next to her on the sofa in front of the ‘witch-craft’ coffee table.
Olivia had flipped the book to a page towards the front and was reading it to herself. Her fingers ran over the words as she took in what was written.
“You need to accept all of your abilities as your mother’s daughter. Typically, the patriarch is to hand down the magic through a succession ceremony, but as your mother had passed away, her abilities are already yours. It is now up to you to accept them in order to fully use them.”
“So how did I just do that magic without any powers?”
“You have always had magic, Celia. The difference between knowing and not knowing is the power of suggestion. If you don’t know, your ignorance becomes a barrier for use. On the opposite hand, Knowing means accepting responsibility for the consequences of using.”
“Consequences,” I repeated.
“The moment you recite the oath, you take responsibility for your actions. The good and the bad. The choices you make come with a price; they always have, and always will.” She paused for a moment, “Every spell you cast is a choice you make. You must look at every possible outcome before casting. Being a witch is a great gift but also a terrible burden. You have the ability to change destinies, rip lives apart, and because of that, the backlash is so harsh.”
“What goes around comes around?”
“Indeed, the power of three suggests that magic used to cause harm will return with equal repercussions but with a power three times greater than the individual casting the spell.”
“But what if I am in danger and use my abilities to protect myself?”
Olivia looked down to her lap, “The elements are just in their handing out of consequences. Trust the system. It’s never failed in the thousands of years it’s been in existence.”
My mind grasped the number and connected the dots. “Immortal coven” I whispered to myself.
Olivia turned back to the book and flipped to a page towards the front. I watched her, feeling very much overwhelmed. She found the text and turned back to me.
“Read this and then repeat the Latin dialect with me.” She directed, waiting for me to nod.
“Light and darkness, elements of all, and spirit of the one, I succumb to your will…” I looked to her and repeated words in Latin that somehow I knew the translation to. “ I give my soul to thee, to flow without conflict for the greater good and promise to serve only the immortal coven of nine.”
The air in the room thinned, my chest tightened making it hard to breathe, and everything became dark. My hands went up to cover my face, I felt heat on my cheeks but knew I wasn’t hot. Aunt Olivia backed away, and that was when I realized I was now standing. I couldn’t remember moving my legs. It all culminated to the humming in my head, which got louder every thudding beat of my heart.
“I can’t…I can’t” I screamed out, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head from the pain, the palms of my hands squeezing the top of my head as tight as I could.
The humming became crystal clear. It was then, I opened my eyes to find a lone figure standing before me and I was no longer in my aunt’s living room. A thick gray mist surrounded us, but her face was clear, her auburn eyes affixed to mine. Her hair was silky smooth and long down to her waist.
“Are you still pure?” she asked, her voice gruff as if she’d not spoken in some time.
“How do you mean?
“Have you
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