Casters of Oblivion
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Chapter 4: October
Eleanor's POV
The sound of a shriek woke me up. Once more, Ginger was having another nightmare. I groaned, turning around, about to get up, only to fall five feet until meeting solid ground. I embraced myself and impacted on the floor. Damn it, I was levitating in my sleep again. This is the downside of being telekinetic. You levitate, not sleepwalk or talk in your sleep, but levitate.
Anyway, I got up and ran to Ginger's room. My coven sister was tossing and turning in the sheets. She cried out, if not screaming from the nightmare within her subconscious. Quickly, I grabbed her by the shoulders, waking her up. It took a while, but Ginger woke up gasping. Afterward, she cried, holding onto me as she sobbed against my shoulder like a child.
I sighed, rubbing her back. As much as I care for Ginger, this is getting out of hand. I cursed Edward Cullen for what he did. Indeed, I disapproved of the relationship between Casters and Vampires after centuries of conflicts. Yet, I didn't predict the outcome to be so overwhelming. Cullen may have been bold, but he's a bastard to end a relationship in the middle of the woods and abandon Ginger alone. And not just that…he left her heartbroken.
The event scared me when Ginger didn't come home, which led to the Forks Police Department and volunteers forming a search party in the woods. I made a desperate move and went to the woods, asking the guardians to find her. My worst fear is that Edward killed Ginger or turned her into a vampire. It wasn't until the middle of the night that Sam Uley found Ginger and brought her home. But when I looked into his eyes, something about him seemed familiar.
The thought of Sam Uley as the creature crossed my mind. Even my runes can't decide if this theory is accurate or false. But he had a connection, yet it was something I couldn't cross. Maybe it's the land playing tricks on me. Since Sam is Quileute and there is a reservation. Jacob also mentioned a legend about wolves. I can't remember the specifics.
The mention of wolves has me thinking about my guardian animal, who appears in my dream. He returned as he laid on the ground, exhausted from the ordeal of the false Decsensum. It was difficult to tell of his condition with the amount of shaggy fur. Yet, I can tell he went through hell to protect me. Therefore, I sat down by his side and started petting his head. He lifted his massive head and rested it on my lap. I chuckled softly as I continued to pet him.
The wolf wasn't always there in every dream. Most nights, I have empty dreams. But after New Orleans, I always spotted James lurking in the far corners of my dream. A face among the crowd or a repetitive nightmare of that night. The Tracker constantly reminded me that I was the one who burned his body. How, one day…he will get his revenge.
Only through dreams of the wolf do I feel safe. Yet, my guardian animal can't be with me forever. Ever since the physical encounter with James in hell and the wolf fighting him off, I've been able to sleep in peace. However, I've been unable to get a good night's sleep because of Ginger's nightmares.
The first week was understandable because of the trauma she went through because of Cullen. And October came around, and the nightmares continued to haunt her. Zelena and I tried to find a way to help Ginger. We tried herbal teas, potions, charms, and spells. But Zelena declared these nightmares were of Ginger's doing. All we can do is ease her back into reality.
Ginger stopped crying, pulling back and wiping the tears away. She muttered 'thanks' before lying down and going back to sleep. I sighed, casting a soothing spell so she could sleep soundly without nightmares. Once done, I tucked her in and returned to bed.
It's late, practically three in the morning. Dead time is the time when spirits become active in the night. Not risking it. I went straight to bed. The last thing I need is to encounter a ghost from the past.
.o0o.
"Are you alright, Eleanor?" Angela asked.
Instantly, my head snapped up to attention, and I found friends watching me with concern. It took a moment to realize it was lunch period. I remember leaving Mr. Jefferson's politics class with Eric. He was rambling on about the Halloween party Jessica is hosting this weekend. The moment I sat in the cafeteria, I must have dozed off.
"Yeah, just tired," I answered.
"You sure?" Angela asked again.
I nodded, pulling out my lunch from my bag. Angela was wary but nodded, returning to the conversation with Jessica. I listen, trying to participate in the conversation. They were discussing what everyone was going to dress up as for Halloween. Jessica announced she was going to be a sexy Cinderella. Angela said she was going to dress up as a cowgirl. When they asked me what I was going to be at the party, I paused. I hardly paid attention to the party date. I barely had time because I was busy with my training and Ginger this past month.
"I, um, I'm going as a witch," I answered.
"Really, like, isn't that predictable," Jessica stated, referring to me moving here from Salem.
"Yeah, it's just that I didn't have time to buy a costume, and I got a witch hat. Add some black and walla." I exaggerated, waving my hand.
Jessica nodded as she returned to the subject of music, hoping to catch a boy's attention. I sighed, munching on a sandwich while looking past everyone staring at Ginger, who sat in the corner of the cafeteria. In the chair, Edward used to sit by the table where the Cullens used to claim. Ginger sat there all alone in her mind. She has been behaving like a loner for the past month. Ginger barely hung out with the gang. Barely talks to anyone. Seeing her grades, they appeared average, with no change. In fact, they look much better. All A's and B's. Yet she acts so isolated at school and in training.
I fear for the worse.
Mainly when her magic relies on her emotions. Everyone fears a backfire suicide since Ginger is pyrokinesis, meaning fire could burn her alive.
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Saturday night, I got ready for Jessica's party. I finished taking a shower and blow-drying my hair, and attempted to curl it again. Somehow, I'm good at curling other people's hair but not mine. Anyway, this past October, I have been unable to shop for a costume. So, having nothing to wear, I went to my closet, pushing clothes back till reaching for my Caster wardrobe. All the black, silver, white, gray, and dark color clothing in garments made of silk, velvet, leather, lace, and all the rich fabrics.
Since I'm going as a witch, I can't expose too much of the Caster society to my friends. Therefore, I grabbed my expired gothic clothing. Also, Halloween approved, but not overly dramatic. Jessica would kill me if I outbeat her in the costume department. Let alone, Lauren. Since Tyler asked me out for junior prom, she really doesn't like me.
Thus, I put on a tiered ruffle sweetheart dress with a somewhat puffy skirt. The straps complement the necklines, showing off the ruffles, and the skirt includes tiers of ruffled fabric. The waist displays a double row of buttons with lacing on each side. More crisscrossed lacing appeared at the back of the dress. The fabric shows off a subtle raised pattern on purple inlay over black. I wore black tights, purple and black lace boots, a black choker with a pentagram, and lace gloves. I put on the cloak and witch's hat to top off the look. There, I must be witchy enough for the party. And with makeup, I did the smoky eyes and purple lips.
If my grandfather saw me now, he would laugh his heart out. The thought of him made me smile, as we had our tradition for Halloween. Although Halloween is on a Wednesday this year and not on a Saturday, I can sense the early presence of All Hallows Eve.
Halloween was different in the Caster community. Unlike dressing up and going trick or treating, we Casters go by traditions, especially among the Traditional and Naturals. In the Dark Ages, there were three blood sacrifices over the three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the harvest. In other words, All Hallows Eve. A ritual to appease the ancestors and all deities. Of course, all the sacrifices were criminals who had wronged the community and would be executed. But instead of wasting their life on beheading, they were used in sacred rituals. Of course, Dark Caster believed this ritual would resurrect the demon Samhain. Now, knowing that this ritual could possibly resurrect it, the sacrifices were animals to this day.
Samhain is a mere children's story. If he was ever raised, the only way to survive is to put masks over our faces, sweets left on the doorstep to appease him, faces carved into vegetables (turnips and pumpkins) to worship him, and all those necessities. All the stuff takes in today's time from Dark Casters. But as Traditional, we consider this version of Día de los Muertos. The night when spirits rise. My kind also celebrates at a bonfire, a gathering as we chant a sacred spell amongst the elements in worshiping our ancestors and praying for a healthy year. We dressed whimsically and danced along with the flames while the men tried to test their courage by walking on burning embers.
Zelena mentioned we will be heading out of town for a Halloween Caster Gathering in Washington. I was excited to meet all the Casters who live in the area, dance the night amongst the stars and moon, and praise our ancestors.
But right now, I'm going to a party. Hopefully, it will be fun. I've seen movies about teens partying, and tonight is my chance to experience it. I'm so excited that I can't wait.
I walked out of my room and went to check on Ginger. Earlier today, I told her about Jessica's party and that she should come. She just shrugged and went to her room. When I knocked on her door and received no response, I found Ginger sitting in front of the window.
Ever since Edward dumped her, she looked terrible. She looked sick, practically pale, bruising under her eyes from lack of sleep. Hell, her roots started showing her natural hair color of an orangey shade. She didn't wear her usual punk/jock/vintage clothing. Instead, a long black sleep shirt, hoodie, and jeans. This wallowing was out of hand. She practically trashed her room after discovering her gifts and sentimental stuff of the Cullens had vanished. Now…she is nothing but a shell.
Taking a deep breath, I knelt down beside her. "Hey Ging, I'm going to the party. Want to come?"
Ginger didn't reply. Just staring out the window.
"C'mon, the gang wants you to come. Mike is hoping you can make it. Hell, you can borrow one of my dresses." I offered.
Ginger always wanted to wear my Caster gowns and dresses. I didn't let her because of the sentimental gifts they received from Grandfather Horatio. But tonight, I can make an exception. Practically anything to get her out of this funk she was in.
Again nothing.
By Hecate's Third Head, I thought angrily, as something snapped inside of me.
"Damn it, Ginger, he's not coming back," I snapped. "You need to move on. Everyone is worried about you. Please, snap out of this before it affects your magic."
Once more, silence.
I groaned, stood up, and left her room, angry that she would rather rot than live life. Saying goodbye to Zelena, I got in the Wagoneer and headed off to Jessica's party. I hope this All Hallows Eve will be fun.
Sorry for the holdup. I needed a break from this story and work on another. So, if you are a Supernatural fan, look at my other story, "Harvelle Supernatural."
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