Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 16

Staring blankly at the moon hiding behind the occasional clouds that dotted the night sky wondering about where my biological parents are. A knock on my door startled me up. Walking barefooted towards my door I opened in up to find Kyla at the other side, balancing a tray full of fruits, cake and a glass of milk. I opened the door more to let her in and she placed the tray on the balcony table.

Auntie Cora probably sent it out to me.

I followed Kyla out and she smiled at me after I thanked her.

Huh? She actually smiled at me! Is she sick or something?

Feeling a bit elated that she somehow want to befriend me I asked her to join me and she accepted it.

I found out that Kyla is very easy to talk with. She is funny, talkative and intelligent.

I wonder why she keeps so distant with me before, maybe she is just shy or something.

We keep on talking and chatting for hours. I also learned that she continued her study with the money she received yearly and she is temporarily living in the mansion while she is studying.

“Elisha, where were you staying for all this time?” She asked me. We are on the first name basis now after we break the ice between us.

“I can’t actually tell you.” I replied. It’s a secret I can’t divulge easily but the dejected look in her face made me think twice. We after all are just getting started to know each other and I don’t want to lose are blossoming friendship.

“Okay I will tell you the country we were living in for more than a year but you have to promise that no one. As in nobody should know about it, is it clear?” I asked her seriously.

“I swear that no one will know where you are.” She replied while raising her right hand.

“Okay, Grandma and I were living in an estate in Oregon.” I told her.

We continue talking until the almost dawn and I felt that somehow I just found a new friend that I can rely and trust.

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There is nothing that breaks the silence of this ancient Scottish forest except the occasional call of a brightly colored siskin. Lichen-covered oaks dominated the forest, ageless sentinels that guarded the forest and its secrets since the beginning of time. Ancient life forms that watched steadfastly for many years as creatures are created and disappeared as time passed.

The sunlight peeking faintly through the thick leafy branches of the towering trees did nothing to dispel the murkiness of this mysterious ancient forest. 

A place where the everything begins and end.. 

Kneeling slowly in the moss-covered ground I tenderly patted the soil around the scots pine seedling I planted in my Grandmother’s grave. Similar towering pines scattered all around the surrounding area, a living gravestone for hundreds of ancestor that were buried in this mystical forest.

Unlike my adoptive family’s death, grandma’s death was not hard for me to accept, maybe the fact that she didn’t die so suddenly and tragically like my family made it easier for me.

And I know Grandma accepted her death that Death finally caught up with her.

Grandma died six months after we left England; it’s the gradual weakness that I easily noticed as the days passed by.

First she was sleeping more than usual and her usual gliding became a slow walk. I even observed the way Ana watched Grandma, she seems to have her eyes on her in every second and wherever Grandma is, Ana is sure to be there as well.