A new beginning - A TVD Fan Fiction

Chapter 14

3rd POV:

Under the darkened sky the blonde witch found a clearing in the forest and set up her ritual space. Various herbs, crystals, candles, bowls, and an old grimoire were placed within a circle of salt. Each item has its own designated place. With patience and concentration, Caroline checked everything for the Nth time and took her place in the center.

When the moon peeked between the clouds and illuminated the girl, gifting her an ethereal glow, she started her chant. You could only hear a low murmur. After a few minutes the elements started to react to the magic. Each crystal placed started glowing as the blonde kept channeling them along the energy of the moon. The wind started picking up. Leaves started flying about, the flames of the candles grew, the water started floating in circles around the witch and the earth vibrated in response. Hands spread out, brows furrowed and breathing deeply the witch kept going undeterred. Her voice grew louder, strengthening her stance she gave it her all and said the spell one last, powerful time.

"Protegas cor. Animam slavare. Tueri corpus."

(A/N: I just google translated English to Latin. No idea if this is grammatically correct – but ... just go with it)

The flames burst high into the sky. The wind whipped around the salt circle at an alarming pace. The water separated into little droplets and flew into the air like needles and the earth rumbled loudly, alarming the residents living near the forest. As fast as the elements reacted, they calmed down just as quick.

Breathing heavily from the exertion Caroline slumped down and looked up at the sky tiredly. "Man, I really hope this works", she mumbled. She closed her eyes as if in prayer and wishing that her efforts this night aren't for naught. Unfortunately, she could only wait and see.

After ten minutes, she gathered the little energy she had left and cleaned up the clearing. She put everything back into her bag, which she slung over her right shoulder before giving the clearing a cursory glance – checking that nothing was left behind – and made her way back home. There was nothing more she could do.

There is only hoping.

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The next day, Caroline was unceremoniously awakened by her mother. The girl groaned tiredly not wanting to welcome a new day before noon. Her mind and body were still not fully recovered from the events of the night before.

Usually, Liz would let Caroline sleep in but after hearing some shocking news that morning she had to wake up her daughter.

"Caroline, honey, please. Wake up." The sleeping girl groaned in annoyance, turned away from her mother and pulled the blanket over her head. Giving a clear signal that she could not be bothered.

Liz called again and again. With each utterance her composure slowly cracked away. With the exasperated mother finally yelled, "Caroline!"

The girl jumped up in shock, slightly dazed and furrowed her brows. "What the – "

Her sentence cut off the moment she saw her mother's expression. That is when she remembered. With wide eyes and trembling lips, she softly asked, "wha – what h-happened?"

The sheriff sat down next to her daughter and pulled her into a comforting hug. She pulled away but kept hold of the Caroline's hands – wanting to keep that connection.

"Last night, there was an accident."

Dread started creeping in on Caroline. Her body froze like a statue, she couldn't blink. A slight trembling sensation started in her fingertips and slowly spread to her wrists, to her elbows, all the way up to her shoulders and kept going until her whole body was affected. Cold sweat ran down her temples and gathered on the back of her neck. Caroline was utterly terrified. To her if felt like ice was running through her veins as the fear encompassed her body. Her breathing turned erratic and shallow. She was afraid. Afraid, that her plan failed, afraid that her efforts were wasted, afraid of what this failure could mean for the future. If she was not able to change this moment – even the merest detail – then would she be able to save anyone, at all? What about Sheila? Bonny? Enzo? Were their deaths and misery unchangeable? She already changed quite a few things, but would this impact the timeline badly? Or not at all? Worries and doubts clouded the girl's mind. She was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.