The human race is a very, very magical race. We have a magic power of witches and wizards. We're here on this earth to unravel the mystery of this planet. The planet is asking for it.
Yoko Ono
Maidie's POVPulling out the tarot cards, I shuffled and dealt them—a mix of pentacles and wands, which was odd. Shuffling and dealing them again, the same cards were revealed. Six times I dealt the cards, and each time, the same cards appeared.
The only thing it could mean was that someone needed our help. Shuffling the cards once more, I dealt the cards in a simple cross—four cards: pro, con, question, answer.
The two of cups upright was turned for the pro: a possible new friendship.
The five of pentacles reversed was turned for the con: courage would be need, or the person we meet could become a revival.
The fool appeared upright as the question: should we embrace this opportunity?
And finally, the eight of wands was turned upright in answer: a journey.
I stared at the cards and decided, at length, to turn one more card.
The wheel of fortune was revealed upright. This was destiny. I swallowed, looking up at the ceiling. A sign for the state of Washington came into my mind, but the city or town was blurred.
After a few minutes, I shouted, "Moira, Maisie, get up. We have a journey to go on."
I heard the floorboards creek.
"Where are we going?" Moira asked, coming down the stairs still in her pajamas while rubbing her eyes.
"Gee, didn't we just go to bed," Maisie said, yawning.
"Yes, and it doesn't matter. We have to go to Washington. Don't ask me why, we just have to go and soon. Get dressed and eat breakfast."
The Moira and Maisie just looked at me.
"Whoa, back up. Where in Washington do we have to go?"
"I don't know. My vision wasn't that clear. Remember what Grandda told us, there may come a time when we would be needed to help another witch understand who she is and what she needs to do. The time has come. Can't you feel it? It's in the air. We are needed."
"There is definitely something in the air," Maisie replied, looking over her shoulder toward the north.
"With a strong pull," Moira added. "Get the maps perhaps we can find out where exactly we need to go."
An hour later, the crystal was just spinning around Washington never making contact with the map. I pulled out the atlas and the crystal went immediately to the state of Washington.
"This is very curious," Moira said. "Did your vision have a name associated with it?"
"Yes. Isabella the McCullough. I searched the name online and nothing."
"Scottish," Maisie comment. "Maybe we are checking the wrong source." She left the dining room and went into the hidden room across the hall with me and Maisie following. Opening the book on the stand she searched. "I know I have seen reference to the name McCullough before. Ah, here it is. Maribella McCullough."
"Maribella? That wasn't the name I saw."
"Just listen… 'Maribella, the first of a long line of mysterious witches, secretly married a wizard much to the dismay and disgrace of her family. She was disowned and cast out of the Wiccan world when she refused to end her marriage. She soon gave birth to a daughter.' There is no name given for the daughter but the record continues. 'Thirty years later she became a grandmother. When she died her granddaughter inherited all Maribella's powers.' Still no other name is given. It just states that the magical abilities were passed from grandmother to granddaughter and that the Maribella and her husband were accepted by the McCullough clan despite the apparent cloud of mystery surrounding them. The record finally picked up with names again during Grandda's time. The name Annabella appears and her daughter Renee Susan. It ends there."
"I'm calling the Scottish embassy, maybe they can shed some light on this," Moira said, picking up the phone, dialing, and hitting the speaker button. "Hello, I am in need of some information about the McCullough clan. Would you be able to help me out?"
"One moment, I will put you through to the ambassador," a sweet female voice responded.
"Malcolm McCullough," answered a gentle and masculine voice.
"Did you say McCullough?" Moira questioned.
"Aye, I did, lass. How can I help you?" Malcolm asked.
"I hope you can. I am looking for any information on Renee Susan McCullough," Moira said.
"Why are you asking?" he asked kindly.
Moira really didn't know what to say at first. Her powers always guided her and never failed. "My sisters and I believe that a McCullough is in need of help. The only piece of information we have is a name and several places in Washington to look for the person in need of help."
"Renee was my daughter, but she died many a year ago."
Moria's face fell. "Did she have any children?"
"Aye. A daughter. How many sisters do you have?"
"Two," she answered. "What does that matter?"
"Are you three witches?" he asked.
"We are. How could you possibly know that?" Moira asked.
"I was excepting your call for a while now and with it being the beginning of a new year, I had a feeling it would sooner rather than later. My granddaughter is in Forks, name's Isabella Swan. One day to be the McCullough."
"Isabella Swan," I repeated. "Would you happen to have an address?"
"I can't give you that over the phone. Go to the Star Command base in Forks and ask for Charlie Swan. You tell him that Malcolm sent you to help his goddaughter. Now I must be going," he said, hanging up.
Moira looked at the phone. "Well, I guess we need to go to Forks."
"There's a forest near the base. Hold on," Maisie said.
We disappeared and seconds later appeared in the forest. Walking out of it, we headed straight to the front gate. "We are here to see, Charlie Swan," Maidie told the guard.
Twenty minutes later, we were being escorted into the living quarters of Charlie by Daniela White.
"What brings you her?" Daniela asked once they were sitting.
"Hmmm," Maidie said, "a strange message we received from Annabella."
"Annabella?" a uniformed man asked, coming into the front room. "She sent you."
"Yes, sir. Are you Charlie Swan?"
"That's what my driver's license says."
"We are the MacEnroy Sisters. I'm Moira, to my right Maisie, and Maidie to my left. Malcolm sent us here to help your goddaughter."
The phone rang before Moira could say more. Charlie went and answered.
"If you would excuse me, it seems that this day is going to get more interesting," he said, leaving.