Forces Beyond The Grave

12.5

Her mother's eyes ran gold as Lennox considered what she had to do. Turning your magic on and off sounded like a simple statement to those who knew how to do it; Lennox was still figuring hers out, but she was a fast learner. Just moments after closing her eyes, she was able to visualize the energy around her flowing seamlessly through the air, like tiny strings of cotton weaving themselves through the grooves of Lennox's skin into her veins. She felt it instantly - like the high of a stimulant as it hits the blood system. Her eyes opened with a wideness that exuded awakening and renewed sense of light, and as she scanned the room with her new and improved vision she could see the spirits of her ancestors standing in a crescent shape in front of her. They were all elderly, some with walking sticks, all dressed appropriately according to the era in which they had once lived. For a moment, Lennox felt herself humbled by the women in front of her. Eight generations of the Quinn bloodline, for a girl as interested in history as Lennox, was an experience anyone would give anything to have with their own families. The feeling lingered until Lennox remembered what they were all there for, at which point a look of unease replaced the one of awe on her face. 

As she began to examine them the same way they had her, the first spirit stepped first. She was a mean looking woman - dressed head to toe in Victorian attire, equipped with a walking stick that could double as a cane and a taught high neckline on her dress that gave her impeccable posture. The many wrinkles strewn across her face from age, resembling deep caverns and craters, became clear as she stopped in front of Lennox, leaning down as much as the stiffness of her ensemble would allow in her mobility, which was only a few inches. Even with the iridescent golden glow about her, she was still no nicer to look at than a Halloween mask, and it was clear that she was not a woman to be argued against. Lennox felt her stance tighten and lean backward a little, anticipating anything but good comments to come out of the woman's mouth. The woman slowly gave her one last look over, as if quality checking the merchandise, and then with a stiff upper lip, she finally spoke.

"It is a noble thing, to give one's life for love. You should be proud girl. What you are doing has great honour; the high priestess shall be forever grateful for your sacrifice."