The Wiccan Chosen One (The Sequel for A New Life)

The Wiccan Chosen One (Chap. 13)

Chapter 13

Katheren:

Hour after hour, day after day, year after year, they all feel the same to me. Every second without him was like an eon to me, each more painful than the last. Realistically, I couldn't have been gone more than a month, two at the most, but thinking about the pain he must be going through nearly killed me.

            I sat down on the forest floor. Sometime after the time that I left, I had talked to my grandmother, she tried to convince me to stay back, that we would get the warlocks over time. But nothing she could say, nothing she could do would change my mind.

            She made me promise that I would stay safe though, she also gave me a lot of advice and a grimoire. She also told me what I needed to do first... and that it was very dangerous. So here I was now, sitting in the outside of a pentagram with a circle around it with candles at each point about to do a séance.

            I made the actual pentagram with long sticks that I found in the forest. The circle around it was made entirely of salt to keep away evil spirits- whatever that meant- from exiting the circle and also served as a way of purifying the circle. Each candle that were at the points of the pentagram put on the outside of the circle represented a different element: air, earth, fire, water, and spirit, and as invocation was needed before each was lit.

            I reached over and took the old book out of my backpack that Grams had given me. "Okay, it's now or never," I whispered to myself and opened up the book to the page indicated with a book mark.

            Our family book was in the most powerful wiccan language... to bad that I didn't speak it. I thought it was Latin, but I wasn't sure. There was something beside the book mark in the page though, there was a folded piece of paper and thankfully, it was in English. I read it out loud, the words falling effortlessly off my tongue like I had practiced this hundreds of times before. I felt that pull again and I opened my eyes- which I hadn't realized I closed- and looked straight into Aikaterine's sparkling forest green eyes.

            "So you are finally ready to learn, child?" she asked me.

I nodded, but I couldn't bring myself to care enough to ask her how she knew that. I wanted to know all about being a witch. I couldn't stop this mess unless I knew how to.

She smiled. "Very well then. What do you know?"

"I know about fifteen spells," I said quietly.

She nodded again and sat down within the circle so that she was at the same level as I was. "Do you know the history at all?"

I shook my head.

"Then we will have a long, interesting conversation. "The magical world consists of angels, demons, witches, warlocks, and humans, nothing more, nothing less. The other myths of the human kind, such as vampires, shapeshifters, cyclopes, are all one of those five creatures. The myths are usually of demons changing their shape- or it is even their true appearance- or the myths of gods are usually angels. The five live in a balance, angels are the good to the demon's evil, witches are the good to the warlock's evil, and human keep the balance as well as tip it- easily manipulated creatures they are. They are not told of us since they do not like anything different and they reproduce faster than us so they could very likely annihilate us if they were to discover us hiding in plane sight.

"Since I have a feeling that you know as much as you need to at the moment of angels, demons, and humans, I will tell you about the other two. Witches and warlocks are humans who have a special ability of controlling their life force and the life force of nature. Witches use white magic, which is good magic and tends to be used for the benefit of mankind. Warlocks use black magic, which is evil magic and usually only tends to benefit themselves. Gray magic is used by both and is the in between, neither good nor evil.