Title: Girl
of Sgath
Author:
XxHyBriDk10
Chapter Nine:
The Circle
Five witches join hands in a circle, surrounding one who will no longer know the joys of magick. The dark ring they stood on glows with energy, almost looking as if it were going to spring out of the ground. The seeker, Justin leads the circle, passing around the question of should this witch be stripped. It is undisputed. He takes out an athame to which Morgan flinches. It looks identical to the one Medeva possessed earlier.
Justin makes moves with the knife, looking like he is dancing with it until it lands on Medeva's forehead. Morgan must concentrate very hard. Unlike Ciaran, who only occasionally tried to break from her spell, Medeva was trying every second she could before her gift for the craft run out. When asked to remove the binding spell, she carefully did so and unsurprisingly, Medeva attempted to run out. But it was too late. She hit an invisible screen and fell to the ground, weeping as her strength and life flashed before her.
Her arms and legs were spewed across the ground she was lying on. Her brown eyes looked up but her chest didn't heave. Her spirit was evacuating the body, but something else was entering. Something familiar like the back of your hand. It was Cal's soul. After Selene had crashed him with the witch fire Medeva felt that he was dying and she risked herself to save him. They were in each other's bodies and by that time, the house that Morgan and Hunter just left was deserted. Medeva did the spell to teleport her to her own home where she had to switch the essences back by reading a book. It would have to be destroyed once the witches were done with this circle.
Cal was chained up. In the same room that Morgan was that day. His palms were draining blood, his eyes closed and sullen. Medeva was chanting something sour and poisonous. The scene changed. Cal was perfectly fine, his golden eyes were glowing again, his lips beaming. He and Medeva were sitting on a bed. Cal had no shirt on and Medeva in shorts and a tank top. She too was smiling. Cal let out a laugh. "Morgan," he said. A thundercloud gathered over Medeva's head. Her eyes became dismal and the last thing heard before the scene was black was Cal's scream.
A young girl was playing in a meadow. She was skipping through flowers and birds flew overhead in the sky. She bent down to pick out a flower with white petals and a yellow center. Then she picked up another. They were quite small, but she carried them anyway, loving them as if they were real people. But suddenly a giant hand reached out and snatched them away from the child and something told the mages watching this that the girl could never see them again, despite there was nothing in her heart except for those two flowers. As the hand took the flowers away, they became two boys. The little girl wept the loss of her flowers, or the two boys that filled her reason to live. As she mourns, she transforms into the Medeva of today. She had no family, friends, and no love because of the two that were stolen away from her never returned.
And then Cal came. Though she had no truthful heart to love him with, he opened her eyes from her dark world of loneliness and despair to a bent realm of corruption.
Now she lay still on the cold ground. Justin created a few more motions with the athame before it received all light from the circle. He muttered words to complete ritual and then they were done. Eiofe stooped to murmur a few things to Medeva, most like a healing spell. Morgan and Hunter embraced and Justin and Sky conversed.
They decided to let Medeva return to her own home but they were going to take Cal away for some help. Eiofe volunteered to take Medeva home and Justin and Hunter would take Cal to where Justin was staying and he and Eiofe would fly him to the council later. Sky would take Morgan home. As Medeva was placed into the back of Eiofe's car, she stared out the window.
It's all over.
