power — but not beforehand. I feel how it could be abused, and part of me wants to abuse it. Why not? Because that’s not who I am. Or was? This new part of me is addictive. My whims can be realities. My magick is that powerful I feel it. It’s a little scary.
My center, my base is home, and after my display of magick to knock the Wiccan High Coven off their pedestal, I transport myself back there. I’m at the front door, and I feel like a visitor. I hesitate opening the door, knowing the chaos from the other night will still be present. Mrs. Scott needs to be put to rest, and I’m not sure how I do that, but she deserves better than lying in the foyer.
I take a deep breath and open the door and push it forward. I’m caught in surprise, because nothing is messed up or wrecked. The floors are clean, the furniture upright, the lights back on walls and hanging from the ceiling. The large, round table is still in the middle of the foyer, with a large bouquet of flowers. Someone has to be here. I pray it’s my father, knowing full well that isn’t likely.
“Hello? Anyone here?” I raise my voice.
There’s no response, and although it’s expected, my heart sinks. Someone must have cleaned the house… but who? Where is Mrs. Scott?
The back door opens, and I walk toward the kitchen. I know it won’t be Mrs. Scott, but I can’t help it, I want it to be her so badly. When I see Rhydian, Cross and Tullen enter, I try to lift my mood, but it’s tough.
Tullen comes over and hugs me. “Willow, I’m sorry for everything that has happened, and all that will.”
“Ah, thanks… I think. Can you predict the future?” I ask him.
“I’m highly intuitive, and I can sense the struggle and grief. It’s part of your journey. It’s a tough one, but I certainly think you have the guts to face it.” He pulls back and goes to the fridge grabbing a water.
Cross chuckles. “That show at in the Lunar Fields certainly has got folks a talking. All groups are a little intimidated by ya show of power. I mean who ever thought the monarchy was dead didn’t realize it changed zip codes. What’s ya next move?”
I look at him sideways.
“What? Come on, Willow I’m not always in the opposite opinion.” His smirk tells otherwise. Tullen throws Cross a bottled water and they sit at the kitchen table and each grab an apple from the bowl in the center.
Rhydian is studying me. His hazel eyes are searching and it hits me. They are the ones who cleaned everything up and Mrs. Scott’s body must be somewhere safe. His nod in confirmation was all I needed and I hugged him with my cracked voice, to say thank you. I looked over to Tullen and Cross at the table and smiled despite the tears that ran down my cheek. Cross looked away as if he didn’t want to reveal his emotion. For a big brute, he does have a sensitive side and I think I like him more than when I first met him.
Tullen excuses himself and transports back to the Lunar Fields, where Quinn is discussing issues with Eoin, head of the Guardians. Since my display, there is concern regarding the High Coven’s abuse of power since Harkin’s passing.
The quiet moment of sitting ends when Rhydian looks out the bay window from the kitchen. “Willow, you have visitors and one of them is that Valkyrie friend of yours.”
The doorbell rings thirty seconds later. I head to the front door, and Emily grabs me into a hug and whispers in my ear, “I’m so happy you’re okay. I told them everything, because we need to get Lucy and your dad back.”
“How do you know?” I asked her.
“I fought them, they wanted me but took Lucy. They already had your Dad.” Emily wrings her hands walking into the house.
Daniel has his hands in his pockets and is tentative about coming into the house. Marco gives me a quick hug, and then takes a step back when Rhydian and Cross enter the foyer.
“So, let’s all get to know one another. Follow me to the living room.” Emily says with a
My center, my base is home, and after my display of magick to knock the Wiccan High Coven off their pedestal, I transport myself back there. I’m at the front door, and I feel like a visitor. I hesitate opening the door, knowing the chaos from the other night will still be present. Mrs. Scott needs to be put to rest, and I’m not sure how I do that, but she deserves better than lying in the foyer.
I take a deep breath and open the door and push it forward. I’m caught in surprise, because nothing is messed up or wrecked. The floors are clean, the furniture upright, the lights back on walls and hanging from the ceiling. The large, round table is still in the middle of the foyer, with a large bouquet of flowers. Someone has to be here. I pray it’s my father, knowing full well that isn’t likely.
“Hello? Anyone here?” I raise my voice.
There’s no response, and although it’s expected, my heart sinks. Someone must have cleaned the house… but who? Where is Mrs. Scott?
The back door opens, and I walk toward the kitchen. I know it won’t be Mrs. Scott, but I can’t help it, I want it to be her so badly. When I see Rhydian, Cross and Tullen enter, I try to lift my mood, but it’s tough.
Tullen comes over and hugs me. “Willow, I’m sorry for everything that has happened, and all that will.”
“Ah, thanks… I think. Can you predict the future?” I ask him.
“I’m highly intuitive, and I can sense the struggle and grief. It’s part of your journey. It’s a tough one, but I certainly think you have the guts to face it.” He pulls back and goes to the fridge grabbing a water.
Cross chuckles. “That show at in the Lunar Fields certainly has got folks a talking. All groups are a little intimidated by ya show of power. I mean who ever thought the monarchy was dead didn’t realize it changed zip codes. What’s ya next move?”
I look at him sideways.
“What? Come on, Willow I’m not always in the opposite opinion.” His smirk tells otherwise. Tullen throws Cross a bottled water and they sit at the kitchen table and each grab an apple from the bowl in the center.
Rhydian is studying me. His hazel eyes are searching and it hits me. They are the ones who cleaned everything up and Mrs. Scott’s body must be somewhere safe. His nod in confirmation was all I needed and I hugged him with my cracked voice, to say thank you. I looked over to Tullen and Cross at the table and smiled despite the tears that ran down my cheek. Cross looked away as if he didn’t want to reveal his emotion. For a big brute, he does have a sensitive side and I think I like him more than when I first met him.
Tullen excuses himself and transports back to the Lunar Fields, where Quinn is discussing issues with Eoin, head of the Guardians. Since my display, there is concern regarding the High Coven’s abuse of power since Harkin’s passing.
The quiet moment of sitting ends when Rhydian looks out the bay window from the kitchen. “Willow, you have visitors and one of them is that Valkyrie friend of yours.”
The doorbell rings thirty seconds later. I head to the front door, and Emily grabs me into a hug and whispers in my ear, “I’m so happy you’re okay. I told them everything, because we need to get Lucy and your dad back.”
“How do you know?” I asked her.
“I fought them, they wanted me but took Lucy. They already had your Dad.” Emily wrings her hands walking into the house.
Daniel has his hands in his pockets and is tentative about coming into the house. Marco gives me a quick hug, and then takes a step back when Rhydian and Cross enter the foyer.
“So, let’s all get to know one another. Follow me to the living room.” Emily says with a
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