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Fighting my tears I entered the funeral home of our small town. The undertaker, Mr. Felding was a good friend. I asked him about many things, and he was a mentor of mine. He came out, a mile on his face. "Ah, lassie, what can I do fer you t'day?" the old Scot gave me a hug. Unreceptive I walked into the showroom. Without a second glance I went up to the one. I knew it was for her. The coffin was a polished mahogany upholstered in a baby blue silk, her favorite color. "I need this one Mr. Felding. She was 5 foot nine. You'll get the payment by the end of the week." Without another word I left and went to my next stop, the cemetery. Mr. Caul was there, in his office as normal. "Miss Brianna, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you today?"
"The plot on the left side of my mothers grave. It needs to be prepared. I'd also like to order a tombstone. The same blue polished marble as my mothers. Here's what I want engraved on it." I wrote down the words with little difficulty on a piece of note paper. Send me an invoice and you'll have the payment by the end of the week." Walking away I went to my last stop, our family priest, the same one that buried my father and mother.
An hour later I was in our backyard, sitting idly on the ground. The tears poured over my face, there was no sobbing, no gut wrenching vomit-inducing sickness. Just calm tears flowing freely and generously over my face. Why? Why did everyone I ever care about die? Composing myself I went up to my sisters room. Inside it smelled sweetly of her perfume and hair-spray. Opening her closet I found her baby blue evening gown, the one that she wore to her prom. Her hair would be curled. Her make-up simple. I'll have blue baby's breath planted, to match my mothers pink roses, and my father's daisies.
******Two Days Later, After the Funeral****************************************************
The past few days went by so slowly it felt as though a snail crawled faster. The people have left. Melissa was well-liked. Normally, there would be a wake after, or some kind of reception. There wasn't time for that. I have to leave. The house is in the process of being sold, everything I need is in my backpack. I changed right after the funeral into a pair of black Dickies and a black hoodie, one spare set of clothes, and some essentials like shampoo and my mothers Book of Shadows, and her perfume. I took a picture my family, and that is it. I'm now in front of my sisters fresh grave. I read and trace of the tombstone,
Melissa Summers Cherished daughter, sister, and mother. Sleep in eternal peace.
Tears began streaming down my face. Since the day of her death I denied myself the comfort of crying. No one saw anything but strength in me. That's all I would let them see. I was supposed to wait at the house, since my 18th birthday isn't for a couple weeks they want to put me in protective care. Ha, let them try. It would take my freedom and undermine my family. No, I won't go. So I brought everything I need, and the spell. It is the first in the Book of Shadows, Dôr Uin Gûr. My mother said it was created to help our descendants find their place in life. Done correctly on the witch's twenty-first birthday, after the proper training it should take you to where you are meant to be and guide you. The title means Place of the Heart, it has to be translated from a form of Elvish, Sindarin, which my mother taught me to speak fluently. I speak the other forms, but mostly Sindarin.
Since I am only seventeen, and thus performing the ritual about four years early it may not go as planned, but there is nothing waiting for me here. It is time. Wishing my mother were here, and wishing that I had more training I took several deep breaths, clearing my mind. Taking my time I placed the white and red candles around the two tombstones and myself in a circle, then lit each one with a natural flint, before casting my circle.
I am here, this is my circle. I cast in the name of Valar and Elenath and Elbereth, take me home. To the home of my heart. Bar o nín ind, im iest na- ennas. Dôr uin naneth. Im iest na-ennas. With the power in me, vested by the Valar above, I command of the earth, of the skies, of the world, tegi nin ennas.
Pouring all the power I could into the spell I raised my arms, feeling the magic crack around me. A wind came up and I repeated the words, shifting more feeling into it. A cocoon of power formed around me and as I finished the third time everything fell black.
Fighting my tears I entered the funeral home of our small town. The undertaker, Mr. Felding was a good friend. I asked him about many things, and he was a mentor of mine. He came out, a mile on his face. "Ah, lassie, what can I do fer you t'day?" the old Scot gave me a hug. Unreceptive I walked into the showroom. Without a second glance I went up to the one. I knew it was for her. The coffin was a polished mahogany upholstered in a baby blue silk, her favorite color. "I need this one Mr. Felding. She was 5 foot nine. You'll get the payment by the end of the week." Without another word I left and went to my next stop, the cemetery. Mr. Caul was there, in his office as normal. "Miss Brianna, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you today?"
"The plot on the left side of my mothers grave. It needs to be prepared. I'd also like to order a tombstone. The same blue polished marble as my mothers. Here's what I want engraved on it." I wrote down the words with little difficulty on a piece of note paper. Send me an invoice and you'll have the payment by the end of the week." Walking away I went to my last stop, our family priest, the same one that buried my father and mother.
An hour later I was in our backyard, sitting idly on the ground. The tears poured over my face, there was no sobbing, no gut wrenching vomit-inducing sickness. Just calm tears flowing freely and generously over my face. Why? Why did everyone I ever care about die? Composing myself I went up to my sisters room. Inside it smelled sweetly of her perfume and hair-spray. Opening her closet I found her baby blue evening gown, the one that she wore to her prom. Her hair would be curled. Her make-up simple. I'll have blue baby's breath planted, to match my mothers pink roses, and my father's daisies.
******Two Days Later, After the Funeral****************************************************
The past few days went by so slowly it felt as though a snail crawled faster. The people have left. Melissa was well-liked. Normally, there would be a wake after, or some kind of reception. There wasn't time for that. I have to leave. The house is in the process of being sold, everything I need is in my backpack. I changed right after the funeral into a pair of black Dickies and a black hoodie, one spare set of clothes, and some essentials like shampoo and my mothers Book of Shadows, and her perfume. I took a picture my family, and that is it. I'm now in front of my sisters fresh grave. I read and trace of the tombstone,
Melissa Summers Cherished daughter, sister, and mother. Sleep in eternal peace.
Tears began streaming down my face. Since the day of her death I denied myself the comfort of crying. No one saw anything but strength in me. That's all I would let them see. I was supposed to wait at the house, since my 18th birthday isn't for a couple weeks they want to put me in protective care. Ha, let them try. It would take my freedom and undermine my family. No, I won't go. So I brought everything I need, and the spell. It is the first in the Book of Shadows, Dôr Uin Gûr. My mother said it was created to help our descendants find their place in life. Done correctly on the witch's twenty-first birthday, after the proper training it should take you to where you are meant to be and guide you. The title means Place of the Heart, it has to be translated from a form of Elvish, Sindarin, which my mother taught me to speak fluently. I speak the other forms, but mostly Sindarin.
Since I am only seventeen, and thus performing the ritual about four years early it may not go as planned, but there is nothing waiting for me here. It is time. Wishing my mother were here, and wishing that I had more training I took several deep breaths, clearing my mind. Taking my time I placed the white and red candles around the two tombstones and myself in a circle, then lit each one with a natural flint, before casting my circle.
I am here, this is my circle. I cast in the name of Valar and Elenath and Elbereth, take me home. To the home of my heart. Bar o nín ind, im iest na- ennas. Dôr uin naneth. Im iest na-ennas. With the power in me, vested by the Valar above, I command of the earth, of the skies, of the world, tegi nin ennas.
Pouring all the power I could into the spell I raised my arms, feeling the magic crack around me. A wind came up and I repeated the words, shifting more feeling into it. A cocoon of power formed around me and as I finished the third time everything fell black.