The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 20

A/N   Hey pretties! 20th chapter WOOOHOOO!!!!!!! So, there is absolutley NO feedback from you guys! (Besides my best friends of course) Really? Does my story suck? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment!!! You don't understand how much it would mean to me! Besides, if you all want a sequel then you better comment....I know what you all are thinking, 'Is she black mailing us?' Well the answer to that is yes. Oh, and I apoligize if this ritual thingy is A LOT like the one from Vampire Diaries. I just couldn't think of anything else! Anyways, enjoy thy chapter!

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The ground beneath me was cold and hard. My fingers were prickly from lack of movement. I slowly lifted my heavy lids, waiting for my blurry vision to adjust. I seemed to be in a clearing. Trees were spread way outside the clearing. I weakly sat up and swilveled my head to look around me. The clearing was ginormous. It was a dirt clearing, but there was a shape drawn in the dirt. It was a star with a circle around it, then a zig-zag pattern, then another circle. The star was drawn how I would normally draw a star, everything was connected, making little shapes in the star. I sat in the shape that was the middle of everything. This was the same symbol I had seen on Alara's cloak, I realized. My mind drifted back to the elevator, where I had been before I blacked out and ended up here. Suddenly, the sound of clapping came from the trees. "Wow, guess you are pretty strong. You werent supposed to wake up yet, but I guess we could hurry things along." Jeremiah appeared from the line of trees. I stiffened and immediatley shrinked away from his approaching figure. "Aw, come on now, love. You knew this was going to happen." He crooned. My heart pumped wildly in my chest. Realization setting in. This was it.

I was going to die.

Jeremiah looked up at the stars, seeming to decide on something. "It's time to begin!" He said smugly. He stared at me, smirking. I glared at his black, souless eyes, feeling hatred shoot through my body. I felt the power I had felt before in the hospital room overtake me, and I knew my irises were going to turn white. A scream of rage ripped through my throat and I shot to my feet in a blur. Jeremiah seemd unfazed by all this and just smirked wider. I shot my hand out and Jeremiah flew backwards, crashing into a tree and falling down on his back. "Now, now, love. There's no need for dramatics. This could go a whole lot smoother if you just calm yourself." He said, pushing himself up and brushing the dirt and bark off his cloak. I raised my hand, getting ready to send him flying once again, but that splitting headache I had outside of the hotel overtook me, and my anger and power vanished, replaced by searing pain. "I told you to knock it off. Let's just do this with peace, so there doesn't have to be pain." He said, annoyance clear in his voice. I tried to tell him to go to hell, but all that came out of my mouth was a pain-filled scream. Suddenly, the pain vanished and I collapsed onto the dirt in relief.

"Well, no time like the present. Alara!" Jeremiah called. Their was a small gust of wind and then Alara appeared beside Jeremiah. "Let's get started." He said to her. Alara smiled at him then me, with an evil glint in her eyes. "Gladly." She said. She raised her hands slightly, facing her palms toward the black sky. She began to chant in some weird language I didn't understand. Suddenly more and more witches in black cloaks appeard outside of the star and circle symbol. There was to many to count. I could hear faint whispers travel through the crowd. I could not see their faces because they were concealed by the hood of their cloaks. A fire appeard in a bird bath looking goblet in front of Alara. It became bigger and bigger until it stopped when it's flames were as tall as Alara. It roared and hissed, smoke rising from the flames.  The smell of smoke was soon iminent and it reminded me of when I went camping with my parents. I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in that happy memory, but it was no use. I was too scared. I opened my eyes and looked pleadingly at everyone surrounding the symbol. They had left a gap, so I could see the fire, Alara, and Jeremiah. I tried to locate the faces of the whispering witches. "Please," I begged, eyes wide. "help me!" The whispering ceased at my outburst, and for one fleeting moment, I thought they would help me. But they returned to their harsh whispers, deciding to ignore my presence. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away, telling myself their was no time to cry. Only plan.

Jeremiah heard my cries and turned to me, a smirk on his face. "Don't worry, love. Your sacrifice will be honored and cherished!" He said, opening his arms as if to hug me. A thought occured to me and I gave him a pleading look. "I understand I have to die," I said gravely. "but why a loved one? Aren't I good enough?" I asked, leaning toward him with my eyes wide. He gave me a small smile. "Because love is a sacred thing and that is what the ritual proclaims. Whether it is romantic, family, or friend love, one must die along with you." He said to me. I swallowed, names of loved ones racing through my mind. "But in recent events, it was an easy choice for me to pick the loved one." He said, giving me a wicked grin. I pondered this a moment then came to a terrible realization. "No." I whispered. I knew who he was talking about.

Brian.