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given yourself to another?” she reiterated her question.
Sheepishly, I realized what she meant, “I am pure, yes.”
“You’ve accepted your destiny and yet you know nothing of your path. I heed caution for you young one.” She spoke gravely, her voice thick with meaning. “This life, filled with temptations and greed, you must know balance above all else.”
Somehow, I understood what she meant through her abstract way of speaking. “You’re the one that was sacrificed, aren’t you?” I asked softly, somehow feeling a strong connection to her.
She blinked at me slowly; her slight nod confirmed my inquiry.
“We have all been scarified for this circle, you should know this. When the time comes, you will know which path you will take, but for now, keep close to your protector.”
The proverbial red flag jumped out of my head at her statement, “Protector?”
The corners of her lips curved upward, “Listen to your intuition, what is it telling you?”
“It’s telling me I need to be back at home with my Aunt.” I said sarcastically.
The mist surrounding us stirred, clearing the area in which we stood. Her hair, whirled to a stirring wind in this place. “Your childish ways are done, if you do not accept this, your entire heritage will be lost!”
Fear, I was frozen by a crippling fear that I’d never felt before.
“Yes, you should be afraid.” She whispered as she came closer.
“For everything is woven together like a thread that never ends.”
Funny, I imagined the thread she spoke of, saw myself as a part of it, and imagined it going on forever.
“You are different than the rest.” She stated, reaching out to pick up my mother’s charm from the skin of my chest. Her thumb ran across the surface. “Your journey….” She paused, and her eyes met mine, “will break you.”
I felt my eyes close as she clearly handed out my fate. There was nothing I could do but I felt the urge to contradict her. With closed eyes, I whispered a truth known only to my heart.
“I am already broken.”
The stifling air changed and again I was back in my Aunt’s living room. Her eyes affixed to mine as if I’d surprised her.
I spent the better part of the night staring out my bedroom window, watching as the bustling wind made the branches of the oak tree in front of the house sway in a calm rhythmic way.
Olivia didn’t ask what had happened. Maybe she was scared to know what had transpired in those short few moments.
I, on the other hand, kept going over it in my head, like replacing a phonograph needle to restart a black vinyl record. Over and over I replayed the words spoken and the emotions that coursed through my system.
The questions, I’d managed to stifle them somehow. Found a way around needing to know answers to questions that were mounting high enough to intimidate. Or maybe I was choosing to not wonder, for ignorance is said to be a bliss like none other. Why would I want to know truths that could take away the life I’ve always known?
The life my mother created absent of Coventry.
Mom, I miss you so much.
CHAPTER Four
The few days that followed were quiet between Olivia and myself. Maybe she knew deep down that I would need time to process the situation at hand. It was either that or she just didn’t want to be around to see my overall reaction.
By Thursday, Lisa made it clear she wasn’t going to leave me be until I answered her one specific question, ‘ Would I be in her little witch group? ’
“The girls are all coming over Saturday night, want to join?” She started in between 1st and 2 nd period.
I shrugged my shoulders, still not sure what to tell her. I’m pretty confident the oath I took included no playing pretend with a bunch of teeny bopper witches whose ability amounts to a fraction of what I will soon know but the look on her face was more than niceness. She really wanted me around.
“Saturday?” I
Sheepishly, I realized what she meant, “I am pure, yes.”
“You’ve accepted your destiny and yet you know nothing of your path. I heed caution for you young one.” She spoke gravely, her voice thick with meaning. “This life, filled with temptations and greed, you must know balance above all else.”
Somehow, I understood what she meant through her abstract way of speaking. “You’re the one that was sacrificed, aren’t you?” I asked softly, somehow feeling a strong connection to her.
She blinked at me slowly; her slight nod confirmed my inquiry.
“We have all been scarified for this circle, you should know this. When the time comes, you will know which path you will take, but for now, keep close to your protector.”
The proverbial red flag jumped out of my head at her statement, “Protector?”
The corners of her lips curved upward, “Listen to your intuition, what is it telling you?”
“It’s telling me I need to be back at home with my Aunt.” I said sarcastically.
The mist surrounding us stirred, clearing the area in which we stood. Her hair, whirled to a stirring wind in this place. “Your childish ways are done, if you do not accept this, your entire heritage will be lost!”
Fear, I was frozen by a crippling fear that I’d never felt before.
“Yes, you should be afraid.” She whispered as she came closer.
“For everything is woven together like a thread that never ends.”
Funny, I imagined the thread she spoke of, saw myself as a part of it, and imagined it going on forever.
“You are different than the rest.” She stated, reaching out to pick up my mother’s charm from the skin of my chest. Her thumb ran across the surface. “Your journey….” She paused, and her eyes met mine, “will break you.”
I felt my eyes close as she clearly handed out my fate. There was nothing I could do but I felt the urge to contradict her. With closed eyes, I whispered a truth known only to my heart.
“I am already broken.”
The stifling air changed and again I was back in my Aunt’s living room. Her eyes affixed to mine as if I’d surprised her.
I spent the better part of the night staring out my bedroom window, watching as the bustling wind made the branches of the oak tree in front of the house sway in a calm rhythmic way.
Olivia didn’t ask what had happened. Maybe she was scared to know what had transpired in those short few moments.
I, on the other hand, kept going over it in my head, like replacing a phonograph needle to restart a black vinyl record. Over and over I replayed the words spoken and the emotions that coursed through my system.
The questions, I’d managed to stifle them somehow. Found a way around needing to know answers to questions that were mounting high enough to intimidate. Or maybe I was choosing to not wonder, for ignorance is said to be a bliss like none other. Why would I want to know truths that could take away the life I’ve always known?
The life my mother created absent of Coventry.
Mom, I miss you so much.
CHAPTER Four
The few days that followed were quiet between Olivia and myself. Maybe she knew deep down that I would need time to process the situation at hand. It was either that or she just didn’t want to be around to see my overall reaction.
By Thursday, Lisa made it clear she wasn’t going to leave me be until I answered her one specific question, ‘ Would I be in her little witch group? ’
“The girls are all coming over Saturday night, want to join?” She started in between 1st and 2 nd period.
I shrugged my shoulders, still not sure what to tell her. I’m pretty confident the oath I took included no playing pretend with a bunch of teeny bopper witches whose ability amounts to a fraction of what I will soon know but the look on her face was more than niceness. She really wanted me around.
“Saturday?” I
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