Rebirth: Part 1 of the Wicca Trilogy

This is the first chapter of my work on Rebirth - A Wicca Trilogy

A young girl finds that the demons of the past have caught on in the most profound way and now she is left with the task of finding the real truth about who she is and what it means to be a witch! Still working on it but it is part of a trilogy I am planning.....

Bessie shivered feeling the icy cold night consume her. She gauged her distance wishing the darkness would go away and stood to hear if the voices still followed her. Somewhere in the distance, the owl hooted a death call. Then the voices screeched again, jarring and harsh, of words that spelled a hellish call. Voices she knew which carried bore an ominous note, an almost impending sign of something terrible to come yet she hastened on. The faster she moved, the better she was in running away from the sounds which seemed to come upon her. Once or twice, she stopped and looked around, her eyes pitched at the intense darkness that surrounded her and then she bolted, feeling her body rage with fear that only propelled her deeper into thick woods that sealed the most defying branches in her way. As hard as she tried, she would hear the words emerge in a tangled web of confusing diction but as the wind blew her way pounding her with the brutal cold air, Bessie found herself moving deeper and deeper into a thick dense forest that showed no signs of exit. None whatsoever. Just more trees that grew thicker in girth than she possibly imagine and a darkness that seemed to draw an obscene invite to the creatures of the night.

“Bessie! Come to us now,” she heard the heavy voices call upon her again.

“Could they be near her?” she wondered feeling her body tense with fear again as she drew her sight all round but no one was close to her.

Quickly, she guessed her next move, ruffling the dead leaves and startling the little birds and sleepy rabbits in her way. She could not understand how she came to be in a place where trees stood almost touching the dark, cloudy sky and then there were the hideous voices, voices which she faintly knew of some long, forgotten past. She looked all around trying to size up the place but she still could not bear any recollection. The place remained hideous with the darkness looming upon her and coupled with the unknown, Bessie felt only tension ticking hard within her. She had to get away but how? Where would she start?

She brushed her hands over her face, drawing her hair away. She needed to think. There was something familiar about the grounds she trod on. Something that told her she had been in the same spot some time before but as hard as she tried to gauge the familiarity of the area, she could not place any firm recollection of the area. Everything seemed so confusing and Bessie cried out, heart pounding as her fear intensified over the unknown. She had to get away from the wicked voices. She had to get back home. She drew a heave seeking renewed energy then ran purposefully until she stopped short near a stream that seemed to meander through towards the south.

Nearby, a large crow cawed an eerie note as it made its way settling on a branch close to Bessie almost drawing a mocking grin. Then it fluttered above menacingly, circling and taunting the girl. Bessie watched the crow cautiously, feeling fear quiver within her. Without warning, the wretched bird attacked, scratching her skin with its sharp talons and cawing demonically almost seeking to tear her eyes out. Bessie shouted frantically, her hands edging outwards in all ways to protect herself but the crow lunged on, not to be deterred, as it raged painful pecks on her skin.

“Get away from me! Go away dammit!” she cried out desperately, her body frantic as her hands flayed to protect herself from the terrible claws. “Help me! Someone help me please!” she shouted out as she drew herself to the ground, caging herself into a ball to ward off the onslaught of the wicked bird.

“Bessie…Bessie,” she suddenly heard.

It was a gentle voice that now called her. She could feel someone holding her up, steadying her legs and her body; and when nature assailed her with the sweet smell of the forest, the harmonious wind carried a spiritual force that awoke her senses. Bessie felt the lightness seep her soul, her spirit gaining strength now, but it was the incantation of words which drew forth from her mouth that surprised the young girl. They were words she had never spoken before.