The Witch's Wand

Part 2 'The Wand'

I sat on the street crying and hyperventilating until the darkness came and the moon loomed over me. Not a soul had come to see if I was alright, my father never came to find me, Jack... never came back for me.

Even if every time I saw someone's feet I prayed they were Jack's, having changed his mind and come to take me away from all of this, rescue me like my knight in shining armour, carry me in his arms like he always did and tell me how he loved me. 

But this was a fool's hope.

I slowly regained some ability to breathe, some ability to get myself up from the ground. My body crawled forward sniffling in desperation my hands finding the dirt as I crawled to a nearby stone wall forcing my back against it as I tried desperately to settle myself. But I just broke down into tears at the thought that...

This was real.

It was really happening. 

Jack left me. 

He walked away.

Perhaps never to see me again... 

After all this time, all the things he had told me, all the promises he had made me,

And he just left. 

I was frozen, shaking, unsure of what to do or how to proceed.

When something... caught my eye. 

As I looked across the dark street lit only by the streetlights and their orange glow... There sat in the dry Australian dust.

A... Stick? 

But this wasn't a stick from any tree I had ever known, 

I moved closer and picked it up in my hand...

It was a stick of a deep black wood well polished and smooth, around thirty centimetres long going from its thickest point at one end to its thinnest at the other, it was carved with intricate celestial images, stars and constellations that sparkled with selenite stone pressed into the wood, a handle of purple-dyed leather with two green straps at each end of the handle, at the hilt below the handle was an intricately carved gladiolus flower blooming but instead of pollen stems it was a craved sleeping bat, at the tip a sharp shard of lapis lazuli held onto the wand by a twisting vine of the wood with lavender flowers craved into it. 

A.. A wand?

It looked beautiful Mystical, like... a witch's wand? 

I got my head on straight and asked myself "What is this thing?"

I got to my feet and held the wand in my hand, I turned to the wall and took the wand grip in my hand, I pointed it to the wall half expecting a fireball to come out or something but... nothing. 

I shook my head at my own foolishness of course it didn't do anything, I went to turn back and begin my walk home to wallow in my sadness but I saw...

The stone wall I had just been leant against, where I had pointed the wand, where moments ago it was bricks... Now.

Green and purple glitter sparked across the wall creating an arched wooden door painted purple with a silver knocker and knob, 

I was certain that door could not have been there a moment ago, I just watched it form in front of my eyes. 

I was fearful and shaking with the wand still in my hand, but I was so curious as to how it happened, where it led, and if this was truly magic?

I moved my hand to my door knob giving it a slow twist before I pushed myself through...