Disclaimer: I don't own the Lost Boys. They belong to Warner Brothers and
I'm not making any money off this. Lily, Madigan and the Malvagita are
mine. Please don't use them with out my permission.
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The Malvagita
by Sun
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Prologue - February 1989
"Are you sure you know what you're doing Madigan?" Rich asked as he pulled the car up to the end of the long driveway.
Madigan O'Brien turned her head toward Rich and smiled. They worked together at the local library but this was the first time she had ever asked him for anything. Her pale blue eyes stared, unseeing out the windshield. "Don't worry about me Rich." She reached down and picked up her backpack. "You said the moon is full right?"
"Yup. Bright as daylight out there." He peered out the windshield at the sky. "Its just this place is a wreck. You could trip over something and hurt yourself." He protested, looking at the shadowy outline of the burnt out ruins of the house.
Madigan laughed. "Have I ever tripped over anything? I would have walked here but it's supposed to rain tonight."
"Will you at least let me stay? Until you finish whatever it is you have to do?" He put a hand on hers.
She shook her head and felt along the door for the release. "No, Rich. I have to be alone for this. But thank you." She pushed open the door and swung her feet out of the car, unfolding the long white cane as she stood up. "Really, I'll be fine." She told him reassuringly before closing the car door behind
her. She took a couple of steps forward and waited to hear the car pull away before she started down the long driveway.
What Madigan had told Rich was true. She never tripped or bumped into things because though her eyes didn't work, she had the Sight. The Sight always warned her of dangers and obstacles just as it had told her to come to the old burnt out house outside of town. She settled her bag more securely on her shoulder and turned toward the smell of burnt wood.
Her cane hit the remnants of a porch and she carefully climbed the rickety steps. Once inside what was left of the living room, she sat down, feeling the floor around her. It felt solid so she opened her bag and began preparation for the spell.
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When her watch alarm went off, Madigan lit a votive candle and began her ceremony.
"I call on the Goddess Alcyone, She who brings life to death and death to life. Within your great hands you hold the keys to knowledge and magick. Hear my request, accept my offerings. Give life to those who have died here so they may give aid to those in need." She reached for the incense, lighting it from the candle.
Madigan got to her feet and walked around a circle carefully. When she was finished, she mixed salt and water in a bowl and again walked the circle, sprinkling the mixture with her fingers as she walked. Finally, she picked up her athame and cast the circle with Spirit.
"Be thou cast, Circle. As I walk thy boundaries, so do you hold my power. Set me apart from the world of man. Make me apart from the realm of spirit. Hold me between the worlds as I work my magick."
Madigan returned to the center of the circle and knelt. She reached into her bag and pulled out a candle. Her mind told her it was the yellow one. She set it in front of her, facing East and lit it from the first candle. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the East, Power of Air. Do thou watch from
the East and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the East." At the base of the candle, she lit a small piece of frankincense, the fragrant smoke curling up to the sky.
When she was finished, she turned a quarter way around. Reaching into the bag, she touched the remaining candles until her mind found the green one. Madigan lit it. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the North, Power of Earth. Do thou watch from the North and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the North." She sprinkled a mixture of earth and cloves in front of the candle.
Next was the gray candle, another quarter turn. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the West, Power of Water. Do thou watch from the West and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the West." Madigan poured the ocean water she gathered earlier and mixed with lavender onto the wood in front of her. Some of it ran down a broken plank
and onto the ground underneath.
Finally, she turned to the South. The last candle was orange. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the South, Power of Fire. Do thou watch from the South and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the South." She sprinkled a little ground cinnamon over the flame and set her athame in front of it.
Madigan turned back to the first candle she'd lit. "Goddess, bringer of life and death, give your power to those who met their end here. May they be your workers, bringing your wrath to those who endanger this town. So mote it be." A mist began to fill the ruined house.
The mist began to take form. Madigan waited, ready to close the spell and leave quickly. Finally, something told her to move and she dissolved her circle, dismissing the spirits and thanking them. "Stay if you will, go if you must." She gathered up her supplies and made her way out of the ruins.
"I hope this works." She whispered to herself as she started down the driveway. There was a light growing inside the house, the mist now spilling out into the yard. Madigan could hear a hum of energy coming from the house now.
Her sixth sense pointed her in the direction of town and she headed away from the house. A bloodcurdling howl stopped her in her tracks and Madigan heard a rushing sound high above her. The spell had worked.
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The Malvagita
by Sun
***
Prologue - February 1989
"Are you sure you know what you're doing Madigan?" Rich asked as he pulled the car up to the end of the long driveway.
Madigan O'Brien turned her head toward Rich and smiled. They worked together at the local library but this was the first time she had ever asked him for anything. Her pale blue eyes stared, unseeing out the windshield. "Don't worry about me Rich." She reached down and picked up her backpack. "You said the moon is full right?"
"Yup. Bright as daylight out there." He peered out the windshield at the sky. "Its just this place is a wreck. You could trip over something and hurt yourself." He protested, looking at the shadowy outline of the burnt out ruins of the house.
Madigan laughed. "Have I ever tripped over anything? I would have walked here but it's supposed to rain tonight."
"Will you at least let me stay? Until you finish whatever it is you have to do?" He put a hand on hers.
She shook her head and felt along the door for the release. "No, Rich. I have to be alone for this. But thank you." She pushed open the door and swung her feet out of the car, unfolding the long white cane as she stood up. "Really, I'll be fine." She told him reassuringly before closing the car door behind
her. She took a couple of steps forward and waited to hear the car pull away before she started down the long driveway.
What Madigan had told Rich was true. She never tripped or bumped into things because though her eyes didn't work, she had the Sight. The Sight always warned her of dangers and obstacles just as it had told her to come to the old burnt out house outside of town. She settled her bag more securely on her shoulder and turned toward the smell of burnt wood.
Her cane hit the remnants of a porch and she carefully climbed the rickety steps. Once inside what was left of the living room, she sat down, feeling the floor around her. It felt solid so she opened her bag and began preparation for the spell.
***
When her watch alarm went off, Madigan lit a votive candle and began her ceremony.
"I call on the Goddess Alcyone, She who brings life to death and death to life. Within your great hands you hold the keys to knowledge and magick. Hear my request, accept my offerings. Give life to those who have died here so they may give aid to those in need." She reached for the incense, lighting it from the candle.
Madigan got to her feet and walked around a circle carefully. When she was finished, she mixed salt and water in a bowl and again walked the circle, sprinkling the mixture with her fingers as she walked. Finally, she picked up her athame and cast the circle with Spirit.
"Be thou cast, Circle. As I walk thy boundaries, so do you hold my power. Set me apart from the world of man. Make me apart from the realm of spirit. Hold me between the worlds as I work my magick."
Madigan returned to the center of the circle and knelt. She reached into her bag and pulled out a candle. Her mind told her it was the yellow one. She set it in front of her, facing East and lit it from the first candle. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the East, Power of Air. Do thou watch from
the East and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the East." At the base of the candle, she lit a small piece of frankincense, the fragrant smoke curling up to the sky.
When she was finished, she turned a quarter way around. Reaching into the bag, she touched the remaining candles until her mind found the green one. Madigan lit it. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the North, Power of Earth. Do thou watch from the North and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the North." She sprinkled a mixture of earth and cloves in front of the candle.
Next was the gray candle, another quarter turn. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the West, Power of Water. Do thou watch from the West and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the West." Madigan poured the ocean water she gathered earlier and mixed with lavender onto the wood in front of her. Some of it ran down a broken plank
and onto the ground underneath.
Finally, she turned to the South. The last candle was orange. "I call on the Guardians of the Watchtower of the South, Power of Fire. Do thou watch from the South and keep me safe. Witness my working and lend me thy aid, thou Guardian of the South." She sprinkled a little ground cinnamon over the flame and set her athame in front of it.
Madigan turned back to the first candle she'd lit. "Goddess, bringer of life and death, give your power to those who met their end here. May they be your workers, bringing your wrath to those who endanger this town. So mote it be." A mist began to fill the ruined house.
The mist began to take form. Madigan waited, ready to close the spell and leave quickly. Finally, something told her to move and she dissolved her circle, dismissing the spirits and thanking them. "Stay if you will, go if you must." She gathered up her supplies and made her way out of the ruins.
"I hope this works." She whispered to herself as she started down the driveway. There was a light growing inside the house, the mist now spilling out into the yard. Madigan could hear a hum of energy coming from the house now.
Her sixth sense pointed her in the direction of town and she headed away from the house. A bloodcurdling howl stopped her in her tracks and Madigan heard a rushing sound high above her. The spell had worked.