Guardians of The Hex
As we stood there on the black rugged carpet, a man’s voice echoed in the air_
“My oath, my life, I live to serve, I guard till the end I am and forever will remain, the guardian of the hex.”
I trembled in fear, but my father was smiling.
He raised his right hand up, while placing his left hand on his chest.
“My oath, my life, he stated.
Events that had taken place seemed unreal. I did not know what to believe. Was I in a dream, or could it be possible that my father and his buddy were performing witchcraft? And if indeed that was true, would I still want to bond with this man? Or would I have to return back to Joburg and remove my father from all of my thoughts as if he had never existed? I
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