Lead Me Out Of the Darkness

By Meekah Greenleaf

Hi guys it's me Meekah, just letting you know I re red this after like 3 years and realized how crap my writing was so I've gone back and re written bits of it. Hope you still like the plot is the same LOVES!!

Disclaimer: why do I always have to put this here you all know that I don't own it this disclaimer will apply to the whole story.

Prologue

The dark haired girl cried out as her head hit the edge of the kitchen bench, blood running freely down her face. He had discovered her hideaway yet again. This evening dinner bash was to celebrate his having caught her on one of her trips down the street to see the old witcher that lived down the road.

Old mother Olr had been teaching her meditation and centring techniques for years as a child and when the beatings started she had begun teaching Ari actual spells for healing and calming. She had taught her only one other that was not for healing and told her it was only to be used as a last resort as once used the spell had no reverse as it was already turned. The concept of this spell was simple, hang on to the pentagram chant the words and let the majik take its course. Surprised at her clarity Ari contemplated the situation her legs felt numb her arm screamed in pain and her head and neck throbbed in time with her pulse. The situation was getting dire it would end in either her death or his. She had a gun, of course for situations like this but she really didn't have the energy to reach for it, let alone the strength to brace for the kickback from firing it. The pentagram was much closer, around her neck.

"Kcab morf eht ssenkrad I llac ot eeht, nrut ym deah dan deal em. Eke tem yawa!"

The words started quietly, her voice gaining strength and volume as she voiced them over and over. Her voice became a cool monotone hollowed and strained as the chant went on. He leaned over her again,

"What the fuck are you babbling you little whore, more of that crap from that biddy down the road? It's just lies you stupid fuck, it can't help you now cause its nothing but bullshit. I'm gunna snap your shitty little neck and no one will care, no one will wonder what happened to poor lame Arianne because she was a slut anyhow and no one cares! Stop babbling! Didn't you hear me you little whore? I said I'm gunna snap your prissy little neck now shut UP! STOP TALKING!!"

The pendant in her hand started to glow, gaining brightness as her voice droned on over her brothers screaming. The bastard had beaten her to within an inch of her life too many times, he had raped and violated her too many times for her to count and he had threatened to kill more of her family and friends in the same manner that he had murdered their mother.

The light form the pentagram steadily brightened until it engulfed the entire battle scene in a blue white light. The air around them seemed to buzz almost as if it was being stretched to breaking point and someone had tapped it to see what kind of sound it made. Like a child playing with a rubber band. In a similar way also the air seemed to have been pulled to taut and snapped.

"What the fuck did you do you little freak?! Where the hell am I?"

He aimed a vicious kick at her ribs.

"Answer me! Fine then, die here you stupid shit."

~Arianne's POV~

When I woke I could hear nothing but my own laboured breath and at first I thought that perhaps he had left. Joy surged through my body... but it didn't get to last long because at that moment I felt him kick me in the side and scream something at me. I heard nothing through the haze of pain the jolt to my aching midsection, cast over my thoughts. I heard him stomp away into distance, he had left for now, and I listened closely straining for any sign of him. When I was sure he was gone I relaxed a little, then and only then did I allow myself to do the one thing I would never let him have the satisfaction of seeing me do...I curled up and cried.

I knew that if I stayed here too long then he would be back but I couldn't stop, crying like this had become similar to Olr's meditation techniques from when I was younger. Maybe this time someone else would come and find me before he had a chance to get his filthy hands on me again. It was a foundation less hope I knew, no one ever came around anymore, no one would find me and he would come back for his desert wether I consented or not. I hoped nonetheless, for my angel.

So that's the prologue that's how Arianne got to Middle Earth don't sue me if it sucks cos all I will say is "the 'Plot Bunnies' made me do it"

The spell is just an old trick I learned although it is black magic you say the words backwards. No magic is not real, No this spell will not really take you to ME, and no I am not a witch nor do I practise magic or Wicca this stuff is all made up in my head as I have too much time on my hands.

Back from the darkness I call to thee, turn my head and lead me. Take me away!