Emily and Samuel ✔️

TWELVE

Kissing in the blue dark

"I don't have to tell you to calm your mind down for it to work, do I? You're smart, I'm sure you know how this mumbo jumbo works." I watched the amber-eyed beauty throw another candle and a deck of tarot cards on the table as she looked over her shoulder at me before turning back to the shelf that was against the wall. "Also, hope you like Lana Del Rey, not that I would stop it because you don't. I just find her music more relaxing and calming compared to the creepy crashing waves the hippies use to calm their clients."

Playing pool and wild darts

Feeling like a little kid in a new playground that had to touch everything I see, I picked up the deck of tarot cards. The back of the tarot cards was a bright amber color that looked like the color of her eyes but a shade lighter as though the color has started to fade over the years.

Positioned in the middle of the card was a silver P encased in a magic circle that looked like the most complicated Mathematical question I've ever seen.

Video Games

"Don't worry about it, I love her music. Anyways, what does the P on the cards stand for?"

I looked up when I didn't hear a response from her and was surprised when I see Hecate still standing by the shelf – or hopping by the shelf since she was trying to reach for the box placed on the top. Stomping her feet on the ground with frustration, she snapped her fingers with a huff and the box floated down into her arms.

Did the non-living thing just float into her arms?

He holds me in his big arms

Collapsing into the chair across from us, she snapped her fingers again and Lana Del Rey's voice gradually lowers and stops eventually. Adjusting herself and the flimsy bath robe that was still on her, she shifted the candles and placed them in a manner that cast an eerie glow around the tarot cards.

"It stands for Proctor, one of the coven leader in Massachusetts. But she wasn't just any coven leader, she was a hero. In 1692, when the town started capturing witches around the town. Every coven started to slowly flee, hell even the leaders because they were afraid that the next one walking away in a pillory would be them but Proctor didn't." I watched her skillful hands shuffle the tarot cards that was the size of her hands and spread them across the table with the silver P glinting under the glow emanating from the candles.

"Pick three." Gesturing for me to pick carefully, she took a deep breath and continued with her story. "She cast a spell that masked her coven's old and young who was not strong enough to mask themselves and sent them away to safety with the rest of the coven assuring them that she would join them later after she retrieved the 5 members who had been taken away from them. So, long story short, she didn't make it out alive because she didn't have enough juice in her to defend herself after she cast those spells."

My hands automatically went for the three cards on the right and pulled it out before directing my gaze on her. "Was Proctor your coven leader?"

I didn't know what compelled me to ask her such question as though I've come to an agreement with myself that witches exist and that I'm really seating in front of one right now but a part of me knew exactly what I saw and heard and there was no denying it.

For the first time since she started the story, the pensive look slipped off her face and she chuckled softly. "Proctor's my ancestor, someone else already took her position. Everyone who survived the Salem Witch Trials that year are probably already dead, supervising this conversation like the little creep they are. Alright, let's get on to it. I don't know about you but I'm thinking Samuel here isn't as bright as you are and I should interpret your cards in layman terms. Yeah?"