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huggies.”
Mercy felt warmth and a squeezing sensation as though real arms embrac ed her.
“ Your powers will grow stronger with practice,” Darynda said. “And remember, focused energy.”
The television screen went dark, leaving Mercy staring into the void .
Alistair leaped onto her lap. “How was the lesson, M’lady?”
“I guess it was pretty good,” she said. “Oh, I can hear you without the amulet.”
A loud purr prefaced his answer. “It’s because your powers are g row ing stronger. ”
“T hat’s a good thing too, I guess.” She rubbed his ears. “Maybe it’s the O rb.”
“ Aren’t you anxious to get started?” He gazed at her quizzi cally, his green eyes aglow.
“Hmmm? What are you talking about?”
“The O rb of E nchantments. The spells. You are supposed to practice, you know?”
A little tingle from the O rb reminded her of its presence. “Yes, I’m just not sure how to begin.”
“Focused inte nt.”
She took a breath and closed her eyes. “Focused intent,” she whispered. The tingle sharpened. Mercy opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a small basket sitting by the back door. Gran used it for gathering herbs from the garden. She held her breath and focused all her intent on moving the basket. Come here. Come here. She thought she was going to rupture her brain with the effort . “Come here!” she shouted.
Alistair jumped and the basket shuddered and moved a couple of inches toward her. T he tingle increased.
She pointed her finger at the basket. “Come to me,” she commanded.
The basket skidded across t he floor to a stop at her feet.
“I did it!” She jumped around gleefully a few times before taking a deep breath and gathering her intent once more. “Now return to your place.”
The basket didn’t budge.
She pointed at the spot she wanted it to go. “Go!” The basket slid across the floor to slam against the wall.
“You should be careful where you point that thing,” Alistair said. He left the room with a distinctly superior swish of his t ai l .
“Well, I’m trying…and I’m new at this, y’know?” She turned back to her task and practiced for the better part of an hour.
At least she had a letter from Gran. And that letter bound her to secrecy, for fear that she would be sent to the children’s protective services. She figured that her grandmother knew what she was doing, so she planned to keep her mouth shut, at least for now.
In the meantime, she spent time reading her grandmother’s journal and each page she turned brought more revelations. Gran made it clear that she was a witch. That she had always been a witch and that Mercy was to be a WIT, or Witch in Training. In her journal, Gran commented that she thought Mercy had buckets of natural talents just waiting to be developed.
Mercy closed the journal and held it tight against her chest. Natural talent? No one had ever said that about her. She wondered what she had ever done to give Gran that impression.
~*~
On Monday, Mercy was still feeling the effects of the Orb of Enchantment. She had a remarkably confident feeling when she got to the school . “Hey, Greg!” she called as she passed hi m in the hall . He grinned and winked at her. She narrowed her gaze a little as she strode past Lindy. Don’t even mess with me today .
Lindy gave her a startled look before tossing her hair and lifting her nose. Perhaps she was still upset over the dress. Perhaps not. Who cares anyway?
Mercy went to her first class and t ook her seat beside Felicity . She felt lighter inside than she had since Gran had gone to Minah. She wondered briefly if it was because of the new dress or the O rb of E nchantment. Whatever. It was a relief to approach the week with a little more self-assurance than usual.
When the b ell rang she bounced out of her seat and stepped into the hall. She noticed that her entire body felt light, as though she might lift off in flight at any moment.
Greg
Mercy felt warmth and a squeezing sensation as though real arms embrac ed her.
“ Your powers will grow stronger with practice,” Darynda said. “And remember, focused energy.”
The television screen went dark, leaving Mercy staring into the void .
Alistair leaped onto her lap. “How was the lesson, M’lady?”
“I guess it was pretty good,” she said. “Oh, I can hear you without the amulet.”
A loud purr prefaced his answer. “It’s because your powers are g row ing stronger. ”
“T hat’s a good thing too, I guess.” She rubbed his ears. “Maybe it’s the O rb.”
“ Aren’t you anxious to get started?” He gazed at her quizzi cally, his green eyes aglow.
“Hmmm? What are you talking about?”
“The O rb of E nchantments. The spells. You are supposed to practice, you know?”
A little tingle from the O rb reminded her of its presence. “Yes, I’m just not sure how to begin.”
“Focused inte nt.”
She took a breath and closed her eyes. “Focused intent,” she whispered. The tingle sharpened. Mercy opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a small basket sitting by the back door. Gran used it for gathering herbs from the garden. She held her breath and focused all her intent on moving the basket. Come here. Come here. She thought she was going to rupture her brain with the effort . “Come here!” she shouted.
Alistair jumped and the basket shuddered and moved a couple of inches toward her. T he tingle increased.
She pointed her finger at the basket. “Come to me,” she commanded.
The basket skidded across t he floor to a stop at her feet.
“I did it!” She jumped around gleefully a few times before taking a deep breath and gathering her intent once more. “Now return to your place.”
The basket didn’t budge.
She pointed at the spot she wanted it to go. “Go!” The basket slid across the floor to slam against the wall.
“You should be careful where you point that thing,” Alistair said. He left the room with a distinctly superior swish of his t ai l .
“Well, I’m trying…and I’m new at this, y’know?” She turned back to her task and practiced for the better part of an hour.
At least she had a letter from Gran. And that letter bound her to secrecy, for fear that she would be sent to the children’s protective services. She figured that her grandmother knew what she was doing, so she planned to keep her mouth shut, at least for now.
In the meantime, she spent time reading her grandmother’s journal and each page she turned brought more revelations. Gran made it clear that she was a witch. That she had always been a witch and that Mercy was to be a WIT, or Witch in Training. In her journal, Gran commented that she thought Mercy had buckets of natural talents just waiting to be developed.
Mercy closed the journal and held it tight against her chest. Natural talent? No one had ever said that about her. She wondered what she had ever done to give Gran that impression.
~*~
On Monday, Mercy was still feeling the effects of the Orb of Enchantment. She had a remarkably confident feeling when she got to the school . “Hey, Greg!” she called as she passed hi m in the hall . He grinned and winked at her. She narrowed her gaze a little as she strode past Lindy. Don’t even mess with me today .
Lindy gave her a startled look before tossing her hair and lifting her nose. Perhaps she was still upset over the dress. Perhaps not. Who cares anyway?
Mercy went to her first class and t ook her seat beside Felicity . She felt lighter inside than she had since Gran had gone to Minah. She wondered briefly if it was because of the new dress or the O rb of E nchantment. Whatever. It was a relief to approach the week with a little more self-assurance than usual.
When the b ell rang she bounced out of her seat and stepped into the hall. She noticed that her entire body felt light, as though she might lift off in flight at any moment.
Greg
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