Emerald sure is pissed with The Goddess, how far would she go...
Emerald knew immediately what she needed to do. She didn’t want to tap into the dark arts but the Goddess had left her no choice. She was desperate and desperate people did desperate things. Especially when it came to witchcraft. Emerald went down to the kitchen and retrieved her cell phone. She knew that there was only one person who could help her now… Mordechai Idris. Mordechai was an acquaintance of Emerald and he was well-versed in the dark arts of witchcraft. She had never called on his services before, but she knew that she now had no other option. It was Mordechai or nothing. Emerald took a minute to contemplate what she was about to do. Was it worth the backlash that she would receive from the Goddess? The Goddess did not take kindly to meddling in the dark arts. It went against all that she stood for. Emerald needed to think this through before she made a huge mistake. A mistake that could not easily be undone. A mistake that could cost her dearly, along with Abigail.
Leah diligently worked on perfecting her craft. She practiced light spells like those of lighting candles with her intention of bringing on a gentle breeze. She was even able to make it snow for a short while, but she was careful to keep it only to her relevant location. Leah had learned to pull on her earth element, as she focussed her intent on making a plant bloom out of only a tiny seed. She was also able to command the creeper in the greenhouse to extend itself and entwine itself around a stick planted firmly in the ground. Leah was learning fast and that pleased Amber. She, however, had a bad feeling that something ominous was about to happen, but she just couldn’t put her finger on what it was. “I am very proud of your progress so far,” beamed Amber as she sat having some herbal tea with Leah during her break, “but there is still much for you to master in order to keep yourself safe.” “I must admit that I’m really enjoying bonding with my different elements, Mom. Who kne
Emerald couldn’t believe that she had stooped so low. How could she have been willing to turn to the dark arts to get what she wanted? It was something that she had never done before and something that she’d promised herself never to do. She sat in her office at her desk and contemplated her actions. She leaned onto her desk, resting on her elbows with her hands in the shape of a steeple, leaning her forehead on them. “What have I done,” she whispered to herself, “what have I become.” Emerald had never been a vengeful person. Yes, she’d kept tabs on Leah, but that was only intended to keep abreast as to how her powers were progressing. She’d never meant her any harm, but she also couldn’t allow her powers to become too strong. She needed both Abigail and Leah to be on equal footing. One should never be stronger than the other, should this happen then things could spiral out of control. Abigail entered the room and asked her mother if everything was ok. She’d never seen her look s
Birchwood had many hidden gems. A small cafe called All Things Brunch and a flower shop called Dewdrop, just to name a few. Leah and Caleb met up at Dark Roast, the local coffee shop, where they liked to meet every now and then just to catch up on how the other one was doing. Leah took a slow walk to Dark Roast and arrived after Caleb, who had already booked a table for them to sit at. She entered the coffee shop, the welcoming smell of coffee assaulting her nostrils, and headed straight for their table. Caleb was busy looking at the menu and only noticed her arrival when he saw movement in his peripheral vision. “Hey, Leah, you took your sweet time getting here,” joked Caleb who loved to get a reaction out of her. “All good things come to those who wait,” teased Leah as she pulled out her chair and sat down. “What’s with the sunglasses?” Asked Caleb, “it's not that bright outside.” He noticed that Leah had been wearing them more often now. “It's to hide my different eyes,”
Leah lay on her stomach on her bed. Her legs were bent at the knees and she slowly moved them up and down. Her grimoire lay open in front of her and her pens were spread out on the bed above it, as she wrote in her grimoire and adorned it with sigils and drawings. This was one of Leah’s happiest things to do and she spent a lot of time adding items to her grimoire. She hoped that it would one day be as full as her mom’s was. Leah was busy concentrating on an intricate drawing when her mom appeared at her door. “What are you up to?” Asked her mom, even though she knew what Leah was busy doing. “I’m working on my grimoire, Mom. I just love filling up the pages with spells and all things witchy.” Leah had a smile on her face that could light up a room. Amber loved the fact that Leah was spending so much time with her grimoire as it would one day become an extension of her, holding much power and guidance. “I’m happy to see that you are spending time bonding with your grimoire, but w
Leah and Caleb entered Silver Stardust for their shift. Both were excited to see what the day would bring. As there were no customers in the store yet, Caleb went straight over to the werewolf section to see if any new books had been added. To his disappointment, there weren’t any. Amber noticed Caleb hovering in the section and went over to him. “I see that you’ve gone straight to your usual spot,” teased Amber, seeing the sadness on his face. “I have a new shipment of books arriving this afternoon. You can help me pack them out if you like and at the same time see if there is anything in there that will pique your interest.” Caleb’s eyes lit up and a huge smile crossed his dimpled cheeks. “I’d love to help. You know that I’m always on the hunt for any book on werewolves. Let’s hope there’s one in the box.” “Then it's settled then. I’ll let you know as soon as they get here.” Amber couldn’t help but smile at Caleb’s excitement. She knew how much it meant to him to be able to
Abigail sat at her desk, deep in thought as she wrote in her grimoire. Notes of all of her experiences since becoming a fully-fledged witch. Each training session was carefully jotted down. Without meaning to, she started thinking about the girl in the scrying bowl. The girl who looked just like her, but for subtle differences. Green eyes instead of blue, straight hair instead of her wavy locks. She knew deep down in her heart that the girl staring back at her wasn’t herself, but how could that be? Her mother had assured her that it was her. But had she lied? Was she perhaps covering up something? Abigail closed her eyes, trying to make sense of it all. Coming up short. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice the papers swirling above her grimoire. Without knowing it she had used her powers and caused her papers to rise up from her desk. Her powers were growing stronger by the day now and she was alarmed to see the floating papers when she opened up her
Leah had no idea just how powerful it could be for a Raven to be following her. She was also unaware that Silden had targeted her mother, something that Amber would keep to herself. Leah was still angered by the fact that her one eye had turned blue, something she knew she’d never get over. Something that didn’t make her feel special at all. A change that jaded the remembrance of her wonderful ceremony. Amber knew that the first thing that she needed to teach Leah would be to protect herself against the attack of another witch. Amber could tell that Silden wasn’t extremely powerful, but Leah was an open target who needed to be shown how to do protection spells to keep her from harm. “Your first lesson starts tomorrow,” said Amber as she walked Caleb and Leah home. “We need to get started on harnessing your powers sooner rather than later. There is no time to be wasted for you are now an open target and need to learn to protect yourself against other witches.” Amber didn’t want to fr