assistance. My father and friend have been taken.”
Sabine looks shocked. “Who has taken them?”
“I imagine the same demons and Wiccans who came to my home and murdered a member of my family, Mrs. Juliette Scott.”
The one who looked bored is now watching me intently. Sabine introduces her as Aren.
“I understand that this High Coven has control over the Guardians, and I would like to—”
“No, no, no.” Pansy says in a nervous way.
Sabine lays her hand on her shoulder. “Let’s hear her out. Would you deny her only—”
“Sabine, you know we are set for you to take the crown,” the white haired one, named Renata says.
Sabine shakes her head, face flushed. So Sabine can step in for the crown? Why didn’t she say anything when we first met?
I feel the shift in the room. I can sense the tension, not only from Sabine, but from the three who say no, Celestia, Pansy, and Renata. This is a lost cause. They don’t want me here; they had plans to move forward without me. I don’t know why that makes me mad, but it does. I feel my magick stir against the hypocrisy of this coven, that claims to serve the crown — my crown. Idiots. I don’t need them.
I walk back toward the door I had come through. “Thank you for your time.”
“You can’t accept the crown without our support.” Says Celestia in a challenge.
Are you going to stop me? I wonder to myself. That could be quite fun… Instead, I say to Celestia’s cold dark eyes: “Actually, it’s only the Goddess I need. Get ready to be replaced.”
Empowered, I slam the door behind me. I leave my hood down and walk through the open hall, out the front of the building, and through the gardens. Several see and recognize me. I sense Rhydian and others at the outskirts of the gardens. Sorry boys’ plans have changed! I continue to look straight ahead and go right to the fountain in the center of the gardens. When I turn, I see Sabine and the other members of the High Coven standing at the steps of the building with Guardians in armor, who are coming from both sides of the building.
They want to detain me? They want to know what I can do and who I am? Fine! I don’t need them, Rhydian is right.
My magick is eager and so I am I — together as one. Without thinking much about it, I thrust my hands above my head, and the lightning from my hands shoots upward into the clear blue sky. I control the environment here; the clear day will become my storm of warning. The wind picks up, and the clouds move in on my command. The designs on my hands and arms glow with pulsing blue light. The people around the fountain have moved away, but not too far. They seem at odds of fascination and self-preservation.
All attention is on me and I relish it. I sneer at the High Coven and yell to them, “Does this satisfy you?”
The people retreat further away, and the Guardians take caution advancing forward from all sides. I command the wind around me and rise above the ground and look at them, all of them — the High Coven, Guardians, and other Wiccans — searching to see if one will challenge me. None will. The High Coven looks in shock as their cloaks whip in the wind I have conjured; in fact, several have gapping mouths. Sabine’s eyes are wide and she is bracing against the wind.
Rhydian, Tullen, Quinn and Cross transport to me and take position around me like a compass. The Guardians closest stop advancing. I float down to the center of my rogue Guardians and protectors. Cross and Rhydian step aside as I walk forward facing the High Coven.
My voice bounds in the air for all to hear. “I do accept the Crown and my birthright. These are my royal guard; I gesture toward Rhydian.”
My choice is proclaimed. That’s when the tide turns, and all there move to one knee, bowing their heads — including the High Coven on the steps of the Hallowed Halls.
Chapter Thirteen
W hen you have the power, it’s interesting to see how others back off when you show that
Sabine looks shocked. “Who has taken them?”
“I imagine the same demons and Wiccans who came to my home and murdered a member of my family, Mrs. Juliette Scott.”
The one who looked bored is now watching me intently. Sabine introduces her as Aren.
“I understand that this High Coven has control over the Guardians, and I would like to—”
“No, no, no.” Pansy says in a nervous way.
Sabine lays her hand on her shoulder. “Let’s hear her out. Would you deny her only—”
“Sabine, you know we are set for you to take the crown,” the white haired one, named Renata says.
Sabine shakes her head, face flushed. So Sabine can step in for the crown? Why didn’t she say anything when we first met?
I feel the shift in the room. I can sense the tension, not only from Sabine, but from the three who say no, Celestia, Pansy, and Renata. This is a lost cause. They don’t want me here; they had plans to move forward without me. I don’t know why that makes me mad, but it does. I feel my magick stir against the hypocrisy of this coven, that claims to serve the crown — my crown. Idiots. I don’t need them.
I walk back toward the door I had come through. “Thank you for your time.”
“You can’t accept the crown without our support.” Says Celestia in a challenge.
Are you going to stop me? I wonder to myself. That could be quite fun… Instead, I say to Celestia’s cold dark eyes: “Actually, it’s only the Goddess I need. Get ready to be replaced.”
Empowered, I slam the door behind me. I leave my hood down and walk through the open hall, out the front of the building, and through the gardens. Several see and recognize me. I sense Rhydian and others at the outskirts of the gardens. Sorry boys’ plans have changed! I continue to look straight ahead and go right to the fountain in the center of the gardens. When I turn, I see Sabine and the other members of the High Coven standing at the steps of the building with Guardians in armor, who are coming from both sides of the building.
They want to detain me? They want to know what I can do and who I am? Fine! I don’t need them, Rhydian is right.
My magick is eager and so I am I — together as one. Without thinking much about it, I thrust my hands above my head, and the lightning from my hands shoots upward into the clear blue sky. I control the environment here; the clear day will become my storm of warning. The wind picks up, and the clouds move in on my command. The designs on my hands and arms glow with pulsing blue light. The people around the fountain have moved away, but not too far. They seem at odds of fascination and self-preservation.
All attention is on me and I relish it. I sneer at the High Coven and yell to them, “Does this satisfy you?”
The people retreat further away, and the Guardians take caution advancing forward from all sides. I command the wind around me and rise above the ground and look at them, all of them — the High Coven, Guardians, and other Wiccans — searching to see if one will challenge me. None will. The High Coven looks in shock as their cloaks whip in the wind I have conjured; in fact, several have gapping mouths. Sabine’s eyes are wide and she is bracing against the wind.
Rhydian, Tullen, Quinn and Cross transport to me and take position around me like a compass. The Guardians closest stop advancing. I float down to the center of my rogue Guardians and protectors. Cross and Rhydian step aside as I walk forward facing the High Coven.
My voice bounds in the air for all to hear. “I do accept the Crown and my birthright. These are my royal guard; I gesture toward Rhydian.”
My choice is proclaimed. That’s when the tide turns, and all there move to one knee, bowing their heads — including the High Coven on the steps of the Hallowed Halls.
Chapter Thirteen
W hen you have the power, it’s interesting to see how others back off when you show that
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