Leah longingly passed the glass cabinet towards her mom’s office which was decorated with all things Wiccan. Leah marveled at the room every time she entered it. She loved its smell and all that it contained. There was always a new item added. One that Amber had either purchased or been gifted by another witch.Leah noticed that her mom had a new tarot deck sitting on a shelf in her office. “Where did you get this from, Mom? I’ve never seen it before.” Asked Leah intrigued to know its origin. Dying to take a look at it. To feel the card against her skin and to take in the intricate symbols and drawings.“I purchased it from an auction house. It was a steal as they had no idea just how precious it really was.” Answered Amber, she smiled fondly as she remembered the feeling of joy she experienced when she held the item for the first time. Its power hummed through her from her head to her toes.“What makes it so special, Mom?” Asked Leah, as she hoped to learn more about the special Taro

She was running through a forest, it was dark and damp outside. The sky was crystal clear, the stars were big and beautiful. Her lungs were burning as she ran faster than she ever had before, and her legs were screaming for her to stop aching in places she never knew were possible. But she couldn’t stop. She had to find it. Something was calling for her, but she had no clue as to what is was. All she knew was that she couldn't stop running. The urgency of the matter pushed her faster and faster. Further into the forest. Further to what was calling her. Something she desperately had to get to.Wait. She knew this forest. It was the one behind her home. She looked down and noticed that she was wearing full leather fighting gear. Gear that she knew she didn’t own, hadn’t even seen in stores nearby. She’d seen similar outfits in the books in her mother's store but that was it. The books she loved to page through over and over again. Never getting tired of the imagery and stories. W

Amber went all out and set up a special ritual for Leah’s birthday. It would be a celebration of her life and a spiritual rite of passage to her future. She had saged one of the rooms in the back of her store and laid out an altar in it. The altar sat upon a low black wooden table. The red silk cloth hung over the edges and upon it lay crystals, sage, moon water, and a scrying bowl. Amber was busy bringing in her grimoire when Leah arrived at the store. Excitement buzzed in the air. Amber had waited for this day for so many years and played out exactly what she wanted to happen a million times in her head. She had only one chance at this ritual and she wanted it to go on without a hitch. The store bell tinkled as Leah entered. The store was dimly lit by candles. Leah knew that no one else would be joining them so she turned and locked the door behind her, smiling when she took in the smell of Jasmine. Amber was busy laying the last items on the altar as Leah entered the room and ca

Abigail eventually came out of her bedroom, searching for her mother. She looked around the house but couldn’t find her. She knew that the only other place she could possibly be was in their greenhouse where they grew all of their herbs and spices. Abigail made her way out of the backdoor of their house and walked the few paces to their greenhouse. As she came closer she heard her mother whispering to someone. Abigail peeped into the greenhouse and saw that Emerald was on a phone call. Emerald was speaking to someone with a heated tone. “I need you to keep a close eye on her. There is no way that they could ever meet. It would be detrimental to both of them should that ever happen. They can never know of one another for there would be great ramifications should they ever join forces.” Emerald sensed that she was being watched and immediately hung up the phone call. Abigail hid around the corner of the greenhouse but she knew that it was futile for Emerald had amazing powers and w

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.