Only then did Dagmara return her thoughts to the room. Each of the girls looked at the tiny window. There was almost a hurricane outside, the trees were bending in different directions, and their branches looked as if they were about to break away from the trunks, unable to withstand the wind pushing against them. Lightning cracked one by one and was immediately followed by thunder so loud that it seemed as if it was all happening right above the roof of the mansion. Dagmara caught the Arleta's concerned look.
"Why did you choose this spell?" she asked with trembling lips.
Dagmara shrugged. She didn't understand why she should avoid it, she didn't understand the girls' reactions, although what was happening outside the house worried her.
"Did you help her?" for some reason this question was more important to Sandra. She looked from Arleta to Laura, but they both denied it.
"What's the matter?" Dagmara screamed when a branch of a tree standing next to the residence hit the window, breaking the glass and landing right under her feet. The wind blew into the tiny room as if it was just waiting for this opportunity.
"Get away from there!" shrieked Sandra when another branch passed the window a few inches away.
Arleta ran to Dagmara, pulling her to the wall and said:
"Victoria used this spell on our first New Year's Eve. None of us helped you with it, and as you can see, it worked."
Dagmara still didn't quite understand what they were insinuating. It was impossible for her to cause the storm herself, so they had to do it for her unconsciously. Unless... No, that was unrealistic. Victoria was dead.
"Have you ever connected with Victoria?" Sandra asked her, but before Dagmara asked her to elaborate on what she meant by this term, the bulbs blinked three times and the light went out.
Lightning pierced the sky, followed by a loud boom of thunder. The sky was completely black, all the stars were gone, and the moon seemed to have escaped before the element of the storm. Immediately, a heavy rain fell, and she could clearly hear it crashing on the roof and gutters hanging on the edges of the building. Due to the still rising wind, a few drops fell into the kitchen.
"Connected?" she said, frowning. "What does it mean?"
Sandra uttered some Latin words and the branch that was stuck in the window frame moved back, and in place of the glass that had been broken, a new one appeared. The girl looked around, coming face to face with Dagmara:
"Witches who cannot do magic yet have inactive powers. However, when they encounter a large source of power from another witch, they can become something like a medium."
"Dagmara has Victoria's diary," said Arleta.
"It may be a source of connection," replied Sandra, nodding her head.
We've definitely made the connection once before, thought Dagmara, remembering how during her first night with a diary in her hand she had a dream that was very real. She still hesitated between the term dream or daydream, but it was definitely something caused by the diary. She had visions of the future, of events that were yet to happen. At least that's what she concluded when she recognized the clearing and what was happening there from the one in the dream.
Sandra whispered the words again, and then the storm began to calm down. The lightning stopped blowing one by one and the thunder faded away.
And that's when Dagmara corrected herself. It wasn't just once, after all, somehow the diary got to her, she found a photo of Victoria and a poem addressed to Casper about Victoria. And she found Victoria's grave, her legs had led her to the place on their own, ordering Casper to stop the car outside the cemetery.
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LAMIAE
ФэнтезиDagmara moves from a city to a small town, to her grandmother, who lives in a mansion in the forest. In a mysterious way, she becomes the owner of the unusual diary of Victoria , who died two years ago. She learns that Victoria was killed by the Cou...
