Sydney Marin
“Hear these words, hear my cry,
spirit from the other side,
come to me I summon thee”
I chanted these lines at full concentration. I already placed Five candles in the middle of the forest. It’s going to be midnight and I can’t able to figure out how to use this spell perfectly to bring back my dead parent’s spirit. I even placed both of their photos in the middle of the candles.
“Why can’t I do this spell? I’m good at everything than this,” I shouted in irritation. I’m a very good witch in my sixteen years. I will turn sixteen in one week and all of my life I never left my house. I don’t have any memories of my parents. They died when I’m three. Now I’m with my Aunt Lydia. She always tells one thing “Never leave our house and you shouldn’t talk with others. I’m telling you this to protect you. That’s your parent’s wish, Bla Bla blah...” I mimicked her in my mind.
I’m not a kid. I don’t need protection. I want to explore my realm in Slateville city. I want to take with other witches my age. I even want to know about vampires, werewolves, and make some friends, which I’m not allowed to do. In my whole life, it’s only me and my aunt.
I walked over to a tree and sat down, turning off my torch. The candle lights in enough for me, I’m not afraid of the dark. The silence never haunted me. I kept my hands on my head, which is hurting like hell whenever I tried this spell.
It hurts me I never got to see my parents. My aunt loves me and cares for me even though she acted harshly sometimes. But I want my parents. I think I will stay here near the tree than going back to my home. She will be angry because I left the house. She doesn’t know I stole her powerful spell book to summon my parent’s spells. I crawled a little to get the Spell book. It’s big and has more black magic inside it. I’m so eager to try it all. What am I going to do by being alone every day than trying some spells?
Suddenly the wind is getting stronger, the fire in the candle is all blown away. I heard some silent whispering.
“Is anybody here?” I shouted, turning on the torch and looking around everywhere. But the whisper got louder. When I concentrated on it harder, I can hear my name over and over.
Sydney Marin
Sydney Marin
Sydney Marin
Sydney Marin
I closed my ears as the whispers turned into a shrieking noise. I don’t know why am I hearing my name continuously. Something’s wrong. I got to reach my home. I left all the candles there, kept my parent’s photo in my jeans pocket. I’m wearing my blue T-shirt and jeans and with the large Spell book, a torch on the other hand. When I started running, the shrieking voice follows me behind. My black hair is blown and messed up in this strong wind. Some trees around me started falling. I make my way through this wind as fast as I can. Soon, on my way, a tree is about to fall. I dropped the torch and raised my hand right in the tree's direction. A bright blue light flashed right from my palm. The tree got broken into two parts, fallen on the other side. Finally, I can see my house at the end of the forest. I stopped breathlessly at the backside of my house. Even my two-floor home looks haunted right now.
The noise stopped once I’m near my house.” Now you can’t reach me," I smirked, knowing my aunt used spells to block any spirits from coming here. I don’t know why she did it, but it’s really useful right now. I surely know the spirits who are calling me are not my parents. I can feel it by hearing the creepy voices. I tried to summon my parents, not in any evil spirits. I must have messed it up again.
I walked over to the entrance, slowly opening the knob of the door. The light is off. I think my aunt already slept. Puff. I escaped. I slowly tried to sneak into the stairs.
“Well, let’s see who’s coming?” my aunt’s voice ringed in my ears as the hall lights turned on in a second.
“Hi, Aunt Lydia. Did you finish your work? How’s your day?” I innocently asked her. She’s still in a heavy coat with many spell books on the chair. She’s always busy helping many non-witches in Slateville to do some powerful spells. You know what? that’s how my parents died. They did some dark spell which drained all their powers. They both died on the same day. That’s all I know.
“I think your day will be far good than mine. Where did you go? I told you not to go anywhere,” she shouted.
“I can’t stay at home every day. I’m going to be sixteen soon. I can’t be alone like this forever. You are putting so much restriction. Do you know I never got a friend in my life? I don’t even know the outer surroundings in Slateville. I never got to see any witches like me. You travelled all over Slateville and even visited Earth and have seen humans. But for me, the entire world is my room. I hate this,” I poured every feeling inside me. Maybe I feel better now. She stared at me with her fierce eyes. Then I can see she got hurt by my words. I never shouted like this. She gives me everything I ever wanted right in this house and kept being silent, and I can’t be like this anymore.
“All I ever did is for you. Why can’t you understand? Now I’m not in the mood to give you lectures. Just go to your room,” she talks with frustration. I don’t know what she’s dealing with. I never had time to know more about her job. But I’m having the worst problem with her.
“Whatever.” I walked to the stairs, hiding her spellbook, and soon I got into my room slammed the door shut. Now it’s almost one o’clock and I’m not in a mood to follow her rules and sleep. I’m going to rebel. I’m going out again through the window.