Chapter 2: Knowledge
Godess this mission makes me sick! I am afraid for her. Yet I don't even know her yet. I don't know why but this is disturbing me grately I only got about two hours sleep last night, I couldn't sleep. The thought of Arymanth killing this innocent girl just makes me bloody sick. Da asked me what was wrong this morning when I had come to the kitchen for some tea. "Nothing" I replied. But something is wrong. I have to find out why this is bothering me so much. All that is certian now is that I must help this girl, I have to tell her about everything. This is similar to Morgan's story though, and what if she doesn't believe me. I have to meet with her but how? Alisa told me she is extremely shy, but that Alisa introduced herself yesterday. Goddess, I am nervous. Should I bring her into Wicca? Or will it just make her life worse? She doesn't deserve this pressure yet she will die if she doesn't know. And I won't let that happen. Morgan is worried about me. She said that she has a bad feeling about this whole thing. I spoke to Kennet this morning but he offered no support.
Godess, I know I have to tell her everything, but will she be able to survive the long, hard road that is ahead of her? -Giomanach
It was two days later. I walked into math with my head down. I had an extremely huge headache and I hadn't slept the night before. It was five minutes into class when that headache got times worse and I held down the bile that suddenly rose in my throat. Alisa suddenly turned around me and looked at me wiled eyed, almost like she felt what I felt. I got up and garbbed the pass, and ran down the hall. In the bathroom it suddenly seemed to get freezing cold in there as I bent over the nearest toilet and puked until there was nothing left in me. It was a long time before I came out of the stall, weak, tired, close to tears...and Alisa was waiting for me with paper towels and the sink running warm water. It was after I had splashed my face several times before I chose to speak. "I..." I started. I went and sat down on the floor, leaning my head back against the cold wall. Alisa came and sat down next to me. "Are you sick?" She asked. There was something about Alisa that made me feel like I could tell her anything. Suddenly tears began to roll down my cheeks. "I'm sorry. It's just I haven't been sleeping, and I don' know what happened but I get these...." I stopped myself. Shut up Lesser. I told myself. Just keep your mouth shut, you finally have a friend, don't scare her away. "There is something you're not telling me." She said, looking into my eyes. I looked at her back. "It's just...things have been rough these past three weeks. My parents split up, my mom is mean to me, I miss my dad, and on top of all of it I've been having dreams, horrible nightmares actually." Alisa just sat there and listened to me. What was funny was that she seemed to knwo exactly how I was feeling. Taking a huge chance I opened myself up. I let myself search for what she was feeling. I guess oyu could call it...well I odn't know. But I used ot do it all the time. My mom hated it, but I dad told me that one day, I would know. I never ofund out what I had to "know" but in the past two months things had gotten ugly and I didn't want to freak my parents out, letting them know I still did it. All of a sudden my senses picked up on everything. Feeling of ocncern..for me, fear, the pain, something major had happened to her too recently, I felt soemthing else that almost made my cry...she had something in common with me. We ocould both do the same thing. "You can do it too?" I said surprised to hear my own voice. Alisa nodded. Then carefully she sent her senses out and I hesitated to let her into my mind but then I let her. She was surprised to find so many different emotions bottled up. She looked at me and nodded. "You aren't the only one." She whispered. "The only what?" I said. Her face looked serious now. "Can I ask you something Rachel?" She spoke softly. I nodded and sat up. "Do you know what Wicca is?" I looked at her in disbelief. Yes. I knew about Wicca. I knew that when I was 11 my mother had told me if I ever became like my father, she would kill me. Two days later, when Nick was out, and my parents had gone out to dinner, I had found spell books, an anthame, herbs, and so much mroe stuff, that my mind boggled. Later that night my dad came into my bedroom and told me he knew what I had seen. He told me when I turned fifteen I would know everything I needed to know. That he would tell me everything. That day would never came...because my father was dead now. I didn't say any of that. Instead I just nodded my head and hoped she didn't think I was crazy. "That's good. I have been meaning to ask you something." She spoke quietly. I looked deep into her eyes. What was this all about. Could she...know, about my dreams? "What?" I asked. "What is it?" She stood up and I stood up slowly, holding onto the wall to keep my balance. "I want you to meet someone. Well A couple people. but one person first." She said "Who is it?" I asked. "His name is Hunter. He helped me a lot, in these past couple months. I am part of a coven called Kithic. He's our leader. I was hoping oyu wouldn't mind speaking to him maybe tomorrow. He could...help you Rachel. I know about your dreams. So does he. We're what you call...Blood witches. Well I'm half and half, he's a full blood witch. There is one other blood witch in the coven. Her name is Morgan. She is really nice. And Hunter's girlfriend. But is it okay if I tell him you'll talk to him?" The question hung in the air. Things spun in circles around me. Something deep inide of me told me to talk to this guy. Whoever he was it didn't matter. "Okay, I'll talk to him. how old is he?" "Nineteen. He's very nice, odn't worry. Um..Do you want to come home with me tomorrow?" she asked. "Sure." I said. With that she reached out and hugged me. We stood like that for a while. "Your questions will be answered. Don't worry." She said, reading my thoughts. I pulled away from her. "The class is almost over. I need the homework and my book bag. We better go." She said gesturing toward the door. I nodded my head and walked out the door. Just then I relized that the air had suddenly gotten warmer, and the sun had come out.
**************************************************************************** *************** "I'm going to Alisa's house tomorrow after school. I don't know when i'll be home but i'm sure her dad will dirve me home." Nick looked over at me for a second then continued to eye the road carfully. Oh Nick, I thought, why can't I tell you everything??? "Just tell mom. She'll want to know." "She doesn't care" As soon as the words escaped my mouth I wanted to take them back. But they just hung in the air...because we both knew they were true. "Listen to me Rach," My brother said. "That's bullshit and you know it. Mom cares about us, she just needs time to heal. We all do. I can't even begin to imagine how you feel. You were his little princess, you loved him more than anyone else in the family. I know your still hurting but give mom a little slack will ya? Jesus." I kept quiet the rest of the ride home. Soon we pulled into the gavel driveway. It had gotten cold but it was only about four o' clock. I ran up the stairs and enetered my room. I flicked on the light switch and found a box with a letter on top. Slowly I walked over and sat on my twin bed. I felt the dark blue comforter that had absorbed so many tears over the last three years. I took the envelope and opened it. Inside there was a letter.
"Dear Miss Lesser. We have just learned about the untimely death of your father Mathew Lesser. As a member to our council we had several of his belongings here which he'd left here on a rugular basis. Thoses contents are included in the box.We are heartily sorry for your loss, may the Goddess give you, his only daughter strength. -The International Council Of Witches."
The letter dropped out of my hand and fell to the floor.I covered up my mouth with my hand to prevent the scream that wanted to escape my mouth. Just then the door to my bedroom slammed shut so hard the walls rattled. However I knew Nick wouldn't hear it because he was in the basement, which was where his room was. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Dad? My dad had been part of The Council? I had been asking questions about witchcraft for years and yet he never told me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anger raged inside of me, and the text books on my dresser flew off of my desk and onto the floor. My windows rattled and the lights flickers. My fathers death...was it associated to council business? That must mean one thing...I was a blood witch. Oh.My.God. I got up and suddenly the room spun in circles. My eyes suddenly got heavy and I crawled into the corner and curled up in a little ball, just like I had used to when i was little. Only this time, my dad wasn't here to trace the runes on my forehead. I had never knew they were runes of course but now I knew that they has been runes for relaxation, and strength. Putting my head in my hands, I started to cry. I shook unocontrolably knowing I wouldn't stop until my attack was over... and tomorrow I would tell this,Hunter person everything.
Godess this mission makes me sick! I am afraid for her. Yet I don't even know her yet. I don't know why but this is disturbing me grately I only got about two hours sleep last night, I couldn't sleep. The thought of Arymanth killing this innocent girl just makes me bloody sick. Da asked me what was wrong this morning when I had come to the kitchen for some tea. "Nothing" I replied. But something is wrong. I have to find out why this is bothering me so much. All that is certian now is that I must help this girl, I have to tell her about everything. This is similar to Morgan's story though, and what if she doesn't believe me. I have to meet with her but how? Alisa told me she is extremely shy, but that Alisa introduced herself yesterday. Goddess, I am nervous. Should I bring her into Wicca? Or will it just make her life worse? She doesn't deserve this pressure yet she will die if she doesn't know. And I won't let that happen. Morgan is worried about me. She said that she has a bad feeling about this whole thing. I spoke to Kennet this morning but he offered no support.
Godess, I know I have to tell her everything, but will she be able to survive the long, hard road that is ahead of her? -Giomanach
It was two days later. I walked into math with my head down. I had an extremely huge headache and I hadn't slept the night before. It was five minutes into class when that headache got times worse and I held down the bile that suddenly rose in my throat. Alisa suddenly turned around me and looked at me wiled eyed, almost like she felt what I felt. I got up and garbbed the pass, and ran down the hall. In the bathroom it suddenly seemed to get freezing cold in there as I bent over the nearest toilet and puked until there was nothing left in me. It was a long time before I came out of the stall, weak, tired, close to tears...and Alisa was waiting for me with paper towels and the sink running warm water. It was after I had splashed my face several times before I chose to speak. "I..." I started. I went and sat down on the floor, leaning my head back against the cold wall. Alisa came and sat down next to me. "Are you sick?" She asked. There was something about Alisa that made me feel like I could tell her anything. Suddenly tears began to roll down my cheeks. "I'm sorry. It's just I haven't been sleeping, and I don' know what happened but I get these...." I stopped myself. Shut up Lesser. I told myself. Just keep your mouth shut, you finally have a friend, don't scare her away. "There is something you're not telling me." She said, looking into my eyes. I looked at her back. "It's just...things have been rough these past three weeks. My parents split up, my mom is mean to me, I miss my dad, and on top of all of it I've been having dreams, horrible nightmares actually." Alisa just sat there and listened to me. What was funny was that she seemed to knwo exactly how I was feeling. Taking a huge chance I opened myself up. I let myself search for what she was feeling. I guess oyu could call it...well I odn't know. But I used ot do it all the time. My mom hated it, but I dad told me that one day, I would know. I never ofund out what I had to "know" but in the past two months things had gotten ugly and I didn't want to freak my parents out, letting them know I still did it. All of a sudden my senses picked up on everything. Feeling of ocncern..for me, fear, the pain, something major had happened to her too recently, I felt soemthing else that almost made my cry...she had something in common with me. We ocould both do the same thing. "You can do it too?" I said surprised to hear my own voice. Alisa nodded. Then carefully she sent her senses out and I hesitated to let her into my mind but then I let her. She was surprised to find so many different emotions bottled up. She looked at me and nodded. "You aren't the only one." She whispered. "The only what?" I said. Her face looked serious now. "Can I ask you something Rachel?" She spoke softly. I nodded and sat up. "Do you know what Wicca is?" I looked at her in disbelief. Yes. I knew about Wicca. I knew that when I was 11 my mother had told me if I ever became like my father, she would kill me. Two days later, when Nick was out, and my parents had gone out to dinner, I had found spell books, an anthame, herbs, and so much mroe stuff, that my mind boggled. Later that night my dad came into my bedroom and told me he knew what I had seen. He told me when I turned fifteen I would know everything I needed to know. That he would tell me everything. That day would never came...because my father was dead now. I didn't say any of that. Instead I just nodded my head and hoped she didn't think I was crazy. "That's good. I have been meaning to ask you something." She spoke quietly. I looked deep into her eyes. What was this all about. Could she...know, about my dreams? "What?" I asked. "What is it?" She stood up and I stood up slowly, holding onto the wall to keep my balance. "I want you to meet someone. Well A couple people. but one person first." She said "Who is it?" I asked. "His name is Hunter. He helped me a lot, in these past couple months. I am part of a coven called Kithic. He's our leader. I was hoping oyu wouldn't mind speaking to him maybe tomorrow. He could...help you Rachel. I know about your dreams. So does he. We're what you call...Blood witches. Well I'm half and half, he's a full blood witch. There is one other blood witch in the coven. Her name is Morgan. She is really nice. And Hunter's girlfriend. But is it okay if I tell him you'll talk to him?" The question hung in the air. Things spun in circles around me. Something deep inide of me told me to talk to this guy. Whoever he was it didn't matter. "Okay, I'll talk to him. how old is he?" "Nineteen. He's very nice, odn't worry. Um..Do you want to come home with me tomorrow?" she asked. "Sure." I said. With that she reached out and hugged me. We stood like that for a while. "Your questions will be answered. Don't worry." She said, reading my thoughts. I pulled away from her. "The class is almost over. I need the homework and my book bag. We better go." She said gesturing toward the door. I nodded my head and walked out the door. Just then I relized that the air had suddenly gotten warmer, and the sun had come out.
**************************************************************************** *************** "I'm going to Alisa's house tomorrow after school. I don't know when i'll be home but i'm sure her dad will dirve me home." Nick looked over at me for a second then continued to eye the road carfully. Oh Nick, I thought, why can't I tell you everything??? "Just tell mom. She'll want to know." "She doesn't care" As soon as the words escaped my mouth I wanted to take them back. But they just hung in the air...because we both knew they were true. "Listen to me Rach," My brother said. "That's bullshit and you know it. Mom cares about us, she just needs time to heal. We all do. I can't even begin to imagine how you feel. You were his little princess, you loved him more than anyone else in the family. I know your still hurting but give mom a little slack will ya? Jesus." I kept quiet the rest of the ride home. Soon we pulled into the gavel driveway. It had gotten cold but it was only about four o' clock. I ran up the stairs and enetered my room. I flicked on the light switch and found a box with a letter on top. Slowly I walked over and sat on my twin bed. I felt the dark blue comforter that had absorbed so many tears over the last three years. I took the envelope and opened it. Inside there was a letter.
"Dear Miss Lesser. We have just learned about the untimely death of your father Mathew Lesser. As a member to our council we had several of his belongings here which he'd left here on a rugular basis. Thoses contents are included in the box.We are heartily sorry for your loss, may the Goddess give you, his only daughter strength. -The International Council Of Witches."
The letter dropped out of my hand and fell to the floor.I covered up my mouth with my hand to prevent the scream that wanted to escape my mouth. Just then the door to my bedroom slammed shut so hard the walls rattled. However I knew Nick wouldn't hear it because he was in the basement, which was where his room was. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Dad? My dad had been part of The Council? I had been asking questions about witchcraft for years and yet he never told me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anger raged inside of me, and the text books on my dresser flew off of my desk and onto the floor. My windows rattled and the lights flickers. My fathers death...was it associated to council business? That must mean one thing...I was a blood witch. Oh.My.God. I got up and suddenly the room spun in circles. My eyes suddenly got heavy and I crawled into the corner and curled up in a little ball, just like I had used to when i was little. Only this time, my dad wasn't here to trace the runes on my forehead. I had never knew they were runes of course but now I knew that they has been runes for relaxation, and strength. Putting my head in my hands, I started to cry. I shook unocontrolably knowing I wouldn't stop until my attack was over... and tomorrow I would tell this,Hunter person everything.