Ariah Secrets

by becky-brat

There's a new witch in town. Ariah Woodhouse is a seventeen-year-old English Woodbane who has no idea about her Wiccan heritage. When Morgan befriends her, the truth begins to unravell. Will she turn to darkness or follow in her mother's footsteps?

8. Ariah

Chapter 8: Ariah

means the start and end of a dream

I am in a dark room, sat on something soft. I can make out a few dark figures standing in a circle, arguing passionately. Who are they? Where am I? I want to go home. I have to go home!

Someone starts to talk. "I must find her," A man, dressed in a long black robe, says fiercely. He runs his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair as he speaks.

"She's too powerful to let go," Another person agrees. Goddess, who are they talking about? Morgan? Me?

"Selene, you worry far too much," The black-robed man says gently. Selene? Who is she? She name sounds familiar...

"Ciaran, if your daughter gets in the way of this plan," Selene says angrily, "I will not be responsible for my actions."

"Morgan will not interfere this time," Ciaran reassures her. My eyebrows rise. This is Morgan's father. My uncle! Quietly, I walk over to them. More people come to join them and they raise their arms. Ciaran began to chant these ugly, dark words that make me shiver. What are they doing?

Suddenly, a searing pain races through my stomach, like I have been stabbed. I double over, gasping. What are they doing to me? There is a sharp stabbing pain in my neck and it starts to spread throughout my body. "Goddess, get me out!" I cry.

I woke up, back in my room. What the hell happened then? I glanced out of my window to see that it was still dark. Phew, it was just a dream.

"Not quite."

My mouth opened into a comical 'O'. Stood before me was Ciaran MacEwan. My Mother's brother, Morgan's father.

"Why, my dear, you are the splitting image of your mother!" He exclaimed. "Poor Annabel...so much sadness in her life..."

"It was your fault that she got rid of her magic!" I shrieked. My arm snapped out and as I did so, a ball of crackling white light shot out of my finger. Too shocked to stop it, the light hit Ciaran in the chest.

"I was told that your magic was strong," He muttered, grimacing slightly, "but I had no idea that you could summon white witch fire. And at your age..." Ciaran shook his head.

"What are you on about?" I yelled. "White witch fire? What the hell is that? Who the hell am I? Why can I do all this stuff? I don't understand!" My shoulders began to shake, tears spilling down my cheeks.

"In time you will." He patted my shoulder. "Do not fear." And with that, he was gone.