When The Witching Hour Strikes

Chapter 4

Naida hasn't come back, she's been away for three days and I'm starting to get anxious. There's no one I can talk to about this, I've already tried but they all dismiss it as dreams, or me going mental. I stare at my hands, wondering how they can do this. I know she said that silver and gild had only happened twice before, but silver purple and gold hasn't, or at least she's not mentioned it to me. Why is it so special? I try to recall what she said the different colours were but of course when I need to remember things my memory is sieve like, making it impossible to remember important things like what the square root of 865.72 is, or the dates of English kings. Oh well, I suppose I'll remember when I've almost forgotten what the question was.

As I walk back to the garden for more chores to do, my mind wanders to the fae realm. I men I have been there, albeit in my dreams, but it counts right? As the day wore on, I found myself occupied with many things to do, gardens to weed, fruit and vegetables to pick, and dishes to clean and put away. The morning wears on, uneventful to say the very least. I walk to the kitchen and back again what seems like a dozen times, maybe more. I sit in the shade of the plum tree once my chores are done and ponder life, all its elements, and what I will do once I finally get out of here.

As I lie down, a figure appears above me, it's Naida, with a somewhat grim yet playful smile on her face. I sit upright.

"I thought you'd never come back. Where have you been?"

"I am not at liberty to tell you exactly where I have been, but it was in fae realm, somewhere you have not seen in your dreams. You will find out in due course. So, have you experienced any more sparks from your hands?"

"No," I begin but she cuts me off.

"Good, it's best for them to not happen here. Now give me your hands, I need to look at them"

I gingerly place my hands in hers, and she inspects them for a while before looking at me, then back down at my hands.

She closes her eyes, I suppose feeling the energy within my palms, and slowly opens them.

"How did I not feel this before? I must have been so blinded by the other one that-"

She cuts herself off, realising she was speaking aloud. I must not have been meant to hear tat last part.

"So, what energy do I have?"

"There is no simple answer to your question I'm afraid. You'll have to wait a bit longer for me to be able to tell you. The shorter answer is that it is very complicated, and that there isn't really a name for it in your tongue."

"Oh, so, when will I learn the fae language then?"

"Soon, very soon, but you must be patient, because the time is not yet right for you. You must wait before you will learn."

She gets up pulling me with her, and then walks away, fading into the surrounding shrubs. Once again I am left with no idea of when she will return, and when I will get to see the fae realm.

WARNING HERE: If you are uncomfortable with periods, I suggest you skip down a few lines, because that's what the next bit will be about. I know they aren't for everyone, so if you don't want to, you don't have to.

As soon as I get into bed that night, I feel an uncomfortable sensation within me. There's a sharp stabbing pain in my stomach, it's like knives are slowly stabbing me. Then suddenly, release, it's as if a tornado rushed out of me. I wake up the next morning feeling groggy and tired, the pain is still there, but a bit subdued. I look down at my sheets, blood, as red as a flower on a pohutukawa tree soaking my sheets. Without a doubt I know it's mine.

*Later that day*

I walk around the garden, processing the events of yesterday, Naida was vague as usual, and then she held my hands, said something I wasn't meant to hear, oh and I have something weird with my energy, which doesn't have a name in English, but does in fae language. What does it all mean? And then she left, leaving me alone, and even more confused. Great, thanks for that, really, appreciate it lots.

When it was near midday, and I had to round up the children from various parts of the garden and house, I felt a pulling sensation, as if someone was pulling my hair. I looked around, no one in sight. Strange, I must be imagining things, I mean I didn't sleep that well last night. That must be it, I've heard of people going crazy when they think things are there. I continue my rounds, and as I walk, the sensation of pulling becomes stronger, as if someone was calling me, but pulling my hair at the same time. This is strange, what's happening?

A/N: hello, it's me(insert Adele song here). How are you? Sorry for the delay in update, I was struggling to get everything down in a way that I was happy with. I will e editing this book, so let me know what can be improved etc. How do you like the book so far? Who's your favourite character? Let me know. Please don't be a silent reader. See you next update, it should be in a week, but I have exams at the moment, so please don't harass me for updates all at once(can you hear the sarcasm) :) 

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