Moon Goddess

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

They all gawked at her wrist completely healed. It was too fast, even for a high ranking werewolf. The confusion written all over their faces. First to snap out of it and follow the witch was Sam. He walked through the same doorway as the witch just minutes ago. Mateos fingers traced over her healed wound and hissed pulling away from her mark.

"I wouldn't touch that!" The witches voices boomed from the neighbouring room.

Mateo rolled his palms into fists with anger as he too disappeared through the same doorway, demanding explanations on his mates condition. Calliope was transfixed on her wrist. Feeling somewhere deep inside that she saw this faint straight line in exact same place somewhere else prior to her own healed arm. Her memory was fogged every time she tired to recall who wore it. Just like Mateos anger boiled so did hers. She locked her eyes on the closest stack of old looking books and pushed it watching the hard bound copies scatter on the already clustered floor.

Her breathing slowed down and the anger slowly dissipated as she watched the mess before her. Turning she too crossed to the other room shocked at its stark difference. The white painted tall walls with one grand window on the right and smaller copy of it on the left. The silver embellishments of the curtains gleamed from a light she couldn't find source of. Perhaps they glowed themselves. Everything about this room seemed impossible. 

There was a table.

No.

More like an altar in the centre. Wooden legs peaking from underneath the pure white table cloth. A silver polished chalice stood in the centre, covered by a red cloth folded into a rectangle. The two sides of the fabric dangled at either side of the chalice. Moving ever so slightly although no wind was present. The witch was busy taking things out from a hidden cupboard behind the other side of the altar. The various pots and jars with the strangest looking ingredients all set out on the white table. 

The ones that were identifiable were black sand, purple dried out flowers, old looking piece of rope and now the vile with Calliopes blood plus something that looked like phlegm in another vile. Calliope studied the ingredients and glared at the which.

"What is all..." Calliope motioned to the items "...that?"

"Don't worry yourself my child." The witch rasped out as she began to mix bits of her treasures in the sliver chalice. The clouds swarmed in record speed casting the sky and making the grand room dark. Giving it shadows where shadows should never enter. Soon after rain poured down slashing into the windows. Calliope was mesmerised at how precise and graceful the witch was at making her concoction. T

he more she admired the less of a resistance she felt towards her and the magic. Feeling the change within herself, she began to take a step backwards "No!" The which raised her eyes to meet Calliopes. "Stay where you are if you want them to live."

Calliope looked at both men unaware of what was happening. For all she knew they might not even be in the same room as her. "What did you do witch?" She seethed through her anger.

"You need to know." The which began chanting in an ancient language. Thunders roared. This time they haven't only blasted behind the windows but inside the room making the girl jump in fright every time they hit closer to the altar. Smoldering the little space around them.

"Know what!" She shook her head taking a step closer to the altar. Close enough to touch it. "No, stop. This is crazy. You're going to kill us all." The which suddenly snapped her long bony fingers and in her hand a light appeared. A glowing ball of light that swished and swirled captivating the two with its beauty.

After adding the last ingredient to the chalice the witch held it out to Calliope chanting "Drink" over and over. 

The power emanating from the chalice was like nothing she ever felt before. Her whole existence was calling out to be saved to be remembered but she couldn't. Couldn't make herself take the chalice or walk any closer frozen in fear of the unknown. The only movement she mustered was placing her both palms on the opposite sides of the altar. As soon as her hands froze in place a lighting force sped through her body numbing any feeling she was having.