The Sacred Seven

Chapter 20 - Summoning

Lillith ran across the woods, chasing the feeling of security hidden behind the mountains. She felt so anxious. Trapped in her own flesh. She grasped her chest as it slowly caved in, creating a significant pressure on her breasts. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

She saw the shifter die again and again, her mind replying the horrifying images over, over and over. She never liked the wizard, nor did he like herself, but she never wished of his death, not alone by her own hands.

Apology wasn't enough.

No.

Nothing could replace a life. All the anguish, anger and fear built up inside of her. Her limbs trembled.

And so, she screamed.

She screamed so loudly; the knees buckled under the weight of her body. She blared into the sky, screaming her vocals raw until she sensed the copper taste on her tongue. She screamed out all the built-up frustration, all the sorrow and grief.

But she forgot.

She forgot that the forest shall not be awakened during the day.

Her head fell limp and she sighed, feeling the exhaustion set in. It was so quiet. So peaceful.

Wait.

Quiet and peaceful?

She straightened like a bolt in alert. The hair on the back of her neck rose.

She jumped onto her feet and ran, hiding behind a trunk just as a loud growl echoed thought the area. She slapped her hand over her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. How could she be so reckless? The rustling of leaves reached her ears and she knew that she was close to whatever creature heard her wail.

Too close.

Her heart started hammering against her chest and she waited patiently until the sounds disappeared. A relieved sigh ran past her lips...

...a little too early.

She screamed bloody murder as it jumped from behind the trunk, snarling their teeth. The air was knocked out of her lungs as the wolf like creature snapped its jaw, the thick saliva dripping down it's chin.

The adrenaline kicked in.

In a swift motion, Lillith swayed her hands, burning her opponent, even though just poorly.

Barely.

However, she managed to set the fire to the eyes.

She bought time.

Lillith started running faster than ever in her life. She ran and ran for half an hour, never looking back. She ran such distance, that she crossed the Turner property long ago.

Little did she know that her steps neared the academy.

However, the howling always reached her ears, no matter how fast she ran.

Drained of energy, panting, the witch pressed her back against a nearby try, swallowing the rotten air in insatiable gasps. An idea popped in her mind.

A risky one.

Her lips moved furiously as she chanted the old latin, her voice lowering an octave as she spoke the tongue of the devil. Her insides twisted with a wrenching feeling of dismay, and she slit her palm open, drenching the clay with her own blood.

Soon after, the wind picked up. The sky darkened and she looked up at the thickening clouds, feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise.

She was no longer alone.