long handle was death black and encrusted with jagged glittering red crystals. The blade, at least ten inches long, flashed dangerously in the red candle light, the blood red dripping within the mirror of the blade.
Nerves flitted madly in his chest making it difficult to breathe. What was he meant to say? The knife floated silently down to the table, Eli never touched it. They turned their attention away from their own gifts to look at him. He clasped his sweaty hands together and wrung them mimicking the way his stomach knotted.
“Errmmm… O God within, I am created from your essence.” He'd so far copied the other three. What could he say? He could quote a song? He tried to think of a song, any song would do. His mind gave him a fat lot of nothing.
Taking a deep breath, he just spoke the first words that came to mind. “Thank you for the gift you gave to me, I hope I can be successful as your High Priest. Blessed Be.”
As speeches went, his wasn’t the greatest. He lifted his hands and pushed himself and the candles into the air. The candles swirled around him. He grabbed his power and forced the candles to fly faster. Speed would make sure this worked. With one great push they rushed into the middle of the table and collided. Wax shattered cascading like glitter to the table. Flames took hold of the tiny pieces and as they landed on the table he was satisfied to see the symbol set on fire. The larger candles sparked to life, the flames shooting higher and higher. He descended and once he landed Eli held his hand as they chanted, “So may it be.”
The flames died leaving them in instant darkness. The lights came back on. His gift had listened to him so had made him look good. He should feel happy but instead he had to sit not trusting his legs, he felt too cold. His teeth were already threatening to smash together. He lowered his head taking deep breaths. Now that he was focused on his breathing it was becoming more erratic. Pain did it too. Once you became aware of something that hurt, it would escalate by a million.
Sod’s Laws.
He wheezed a little but tried to do it silently, he didn't want the others thinking he couldn't handle the situation. He couldn't handle it, he was hyperventilating. But he still didn’t want them to know.
“Jack?”
He looked up as Eli approached him. “Are you okay?”
He nodded and gave a very limp smile.
“We’re finished here and I'm sure you're shattered, it's past your bedtime, little brother,” Eli teased him whilst he put an arm around Jack’s shoulders.
“Less of this little brother business,” Jack smiled and stood on shaky legs.
Clay and Clio moved in unison in front of him ready to bow or do whatever it was that they did.
“Whoa… okay look, stop with the bowing business, it’s the 21 st century and I’m not the King, so just please stop.”
Clay laughed whilst Clio smiled, she still bowed.
As he battled a jaw cracking yawn, he listened to the three excitedly discuss spells. He took this time to think of what he'd lost and how drastically his life had changed.
He was a witch.
His family had been murdered.
If he accepted who he was that would make him the son of a witch. It took less than a second for him to decide that he would rather be the son of a witch than the son of that low life who’d apparently been his father. Because he accepted this change in his life, his next port of call was to seek revenge for their unnecessary murders.
Chapter 14
THE BROOM CUPBOARD
Cora woke, the pounding in her head setting her teeth on edge. She tentatively rolled over trying not to anger the beast but it growled causing her to wince. She'd avoided her mum last night. Her heart jumped around in her chest when she thought of having that conversation with her today. Maybe they could just avoid it
Nerves flitted madly in his chest making it difficult to breathe. What was he meant to say? The knife floated silently down to the table, Eli never touched it. They turned their attention away from their own gifts to look at him. He clasped his sweaty hands together and wrung them mimicking the way his stomach knotted.
“Errmmm… O God within, I am created from your essence.” He'd so far copied the other three. What could he say? He could quote a song? He tried to think of a song, any song would do. His mind gave him a fat lot of nothing.
Taking a deep breath, he just spoke the first words that came to mind. “Thank you for the gift you gave to me, I hope I can be successful as your High Priest. Blessed Be.”
As speeches went, his wasn’t the greatest. He lifted his hands and pushed himself and the candles into the air. The candles swirled around him. He grabbed his power and forced the candles to fly faster. Speed would make sure this worked. With one great push they rushed into the middle of the table and collided. Wax shattered cascading like glitter to the table. Flames took hold of the tiny pieces and as they landed on the table he was satisfied to see the symbol set on fire. The larger candles sparked to life, the flames shooting higher and higher. He descended and once he landed Eli held his hand as they chanted, “So may it be.”
The flames died leaving them in instant darkness. The lights came back on. His gift had listened to him so had made him look good. He should feel happy but instead he had to sit not trusting his legs, he felt too cold. His teeth were already threatening to smash together. He lowered his head taking deep breaths. Now that he was focused on his breathing it was becoming more erratic. Pain did it too. Once you became aware of something that hurt, it would escalate by a million.
Sod’s Laws.
He wheezed a little but tried to do it silently, he didn't want the others thinking he couldn't handle the situation. He couldn't handle it, he was hyperventilating. But he still didn’t want them to know.
“Jack?”
He looked up as Eli approached him. “Are you okay?”
He nodded and gave a very limp smile.
“We’re finished here and I'm sure you're shattered, it's past your bedtime, little brother,” Eli teased him whilst he put an arm around Jack’s shoulders.
“Less of this little brother business,” Jack smiled and stood on shaky legs.
Clay and Clio moved in unison in front of him ready to bow or do whatever it was that they did.
“Whoa… okay look, stop with the bowing business, it’s the 21 st century and I’m not the King, so just please stop.”
Clay laughed whilst Clio smiled, she still bowed.
As he battled a jaw cracking yawn, he listened to the three excitedly discuss spells. He took this time to think of what he'd lost and how drastically his life had changed.
He was a witch.
His family had been murdered.
If he accepted who he was that would make him the son of a witch. It took less than a second for him to decide that he would rather be the son of a witch than the son of that low life who’d apparently been his father. Because he accepted this change in his life, his next port of call was to seek revenge for their unnecessary murders.
Chapter 14
THE BROOM CUPBOARD
Cora woke, the pounding in her head setting her teeth on edge. She tentatively rolled over trying not to anger the beast but it growled causing her to wince. She'd avoided her mum last night. Her heart jumped around in her chest when she thought of having that conversation with her today. Maybe they could just avoid it
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