The night was whispering to her as the wind shifted through the trees and the creatures in the forest rustled in the night. Eva felt alone which wasn't uncommon. The moon and the sun were often her only companions as the waxed and waned; as if saying hello and saying goodbye each day. Although, tonight the moon was gone. It was washed in darkness at the start of new cycle. Eva sat in her cabin, afraid to take a step out of its threshold. She protected and charmed it for it be hidden, but she was only one witch; any spell can be broken. She looked up again at the moon. If she was going to do it, it had to be tonight. A new moon, a new life.
She only had to go a few feet away, to grab a bundle of flowers that were growing by the river. It would be just a moment, but it would be a bright spot of magic for those that are tracking her. She grabbed onto the moon stone resting on her chest. It was the very last piece she had of her coven. Everyone else was killed by the very coven that sought her out now. Her coven learned how to harness the moon and its cycles and as they grew more powerful, they were challenged by other covens. Then, they were hunted. She was now the last Moon Witch that she knew of at least. She had to split her magic; she was holding every piece of magic her coven made within her body. She often felt like she was going to explode.
A owl hooted in the distance and it seemed like a reminder that night was still alive. For a moment, it felt frozen. She looked up again at the new moon. "Okay," she said to herself. She jumped up, sprinted across the grass and grabbed the flowers. She was back on her steps before she herself even knew it. All that worry for no reason. Aside from the spell she was about to attempt. It was difficult magic.
The fire crackled in the corner and the light reflected off her the salt circle on her floor. She needed a protector. She had to do this. She melted black wax into a bowl and spit into it. After it cooled a bit, she pressed the flowers (tiger-lilies that she been growing for some time now). She stepped across the circle and placed the wax mix into the middle. She stepped outside of the circle and took a deep breath.
"Tuo sanguine meo sanguine: nota animarum," she whispered, almost desperately. She closed her eyes. She wasn't sure what would happen. She wasn't sure if there would be a bright light or a loud noise or smoke. She wasn't sure, but she kept her eyes closed. "Tuo sanguine meo sanguine: nota animarum," she whispered once more. She whispered the words until she heard a soft menancing growl.
She opened her eyes. "Brilliant," she said. There, within her circle, was a large tiger. The tiger had dark eyes that seemed to mirror that of the new moon. She wanted to step forward, but she wasn't sure. She didn't want to break the circle in case the spell was corrupted. That would be exactly what she needed: to kill herself with her own magic. She would not be so arrogant to assume she was immortal. She would not confirm the legends of her coven. She would survive. She tilted her head, soaking in her feelings of pride. "Hello there."
January 28th, 2018 at 12:55am