Forces Beyond The Grave

15.1

Lennox folded the letter, slotting it carefully back into the envelope and examining the wax seal. She had found it whilst going through yet another stack of Ekaterina's book collection, finding it inside a grimoire written by the high priestess herself. It contained hundreds of incantations that Ekaterina must have discovered through the years as she developed her magic, many of which she had most likely created by her own hand as her powers came into fruition. Despite the quarrels she'd had with her family, the grimoire sported the Quinn family crest on the cover, suggesting a respect for who she was before she was consumed by dark magic, or where she had come from at the very least. The letter, however, was neatly hidden within the pages of the book, the parchment smeared with blood as it was probably one of the last things she held before taking her own life. From what she could tell, it had been days since contacting Jay out in the real world, and whilst Ekaterina had spend her time snatching souls Lennox had cloaked herself with a protection spell, delving into the world of witchcraft in order to try and find a way out of her own consciousness. Unbeknownst to Ekaterina, Lennox had regained most of the control over her mindscape, including her memories, and from her books, she had managed to input the separation of day and night despite there being no actual way to tell the time. In comparison, it was much like learning how to control a lucid dream. 

As far as luck went, though, Lennox was about to run out of hers. As the sun began to set, her visions flickered like someone changing between film scenes on an old-fashioned camera, painting a dull tone over the field and turning the golden rays of the sun grey. She thought nothing of it - the pain was unpleasant, but no different to an uncomfortable headache that you grew accustomed to until it eventually disappeared on its own. But when the light breeze suddenly sent a gust of wind so strong through the window that free papers on the desk went flying around the room, she stood up to go over to the windowsill. The once glowing sun had been engulfed by storm clouds that brought a darkness over the field as far as she could see. Lennox attempted to pull shut the windows, but struggled just long enough with the second to hear her own name carried through the storm. She let go of the handle, leaning on the windowsill in hopes to determine if she was hearing things, but just a few moments, she would hear the voice again.