The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 21

They couldn't kill Brian. I won't let them. We had finally, after all these years, confessed our feelings to each other and now we're going to die? No. That's not happening. I love him. So much. My brain was spinning, trying to think of a plan to spare Brian's life. But I couldn't think of anything to help in this situation. Why did this have to happen to me? Why do I have to be like this? It's all my fault Brian's going to die. If I had never met him, he wouldn't be in this mess with me. I wondered where he was now. Maybe he had called my grandmother and she was working on a way to save us. Maybe- "Shhhrrr hhhrrrh." The witches whispering cut into my thoughts and I glared at them. The whispering was SO annoying. I peered beyond the witches at Jeremiah, who was watching Alara by the fire as she waved her hands and poured various liquids into the flames. Though, the flames never died down from the liquid. I guessed that it was not a normal fire. Figures, nothing in my life is ever normal anymore. Alara continued chanting in what I assumed was Latin. I sat in my little part of the dirt symbol on my knees, staring at Brian. I was trying to make him uncomfortable. After a little while, he turned to me. "You're staring because...." He said, raising an eyebrow. I gave a small smile at his annoyed tone. "Because I hate you." I replied, giving him a sweet smile. He smirked. "You're not the first." He said. Suddenly, Alara's chanting grew louder. Then, it stopped. She opened her eyes and stared at Jeremiah.

"I'm ready." She said gravely. Jeremiah nodded and turned to the other witches. "Jonathen!" He called, his deep voice vibrating through my bones. Another black-cloaked faceless figure stepped forward. He bowed slightly to Jeremiah. Jeremiah gave him a nod in return. "Go and get our other sacrifice, will you?" Jeremiah asked as if he was asking someone to retrieve his jacket. The warlock nodded and chanted a little before diappearing into thin air. I know I should be used to this by now, but I couldn't help the widening of my eyes and the short in-take of breath at the sight. Jeremiah walked back to Alara and said something to her that I couldn't here. I took this chance and stood up. I counted to three and then attempted to run out of my little section, but a invisible wall blocked my escape. I tried again the other way, but was also stopped. I ran my hands all along the wall, which framed my section perfectly. The invisible wall started from the line in the dirt that marked my section and went up for I don't know how long. There was no way to climb it, because it was smooth with no chinks or cracks. I became frustrated and kicked the wall. It kind of hurt my foot. I growled and started slamming my fists on the wall. It made no sound and did nothing to the prison. Jeremiah took no notice to this as he took something from Alara that shined in the light from the fire. I squinted, sticking my face out as far as I could before hitting the wall. Jeremiah held up his hands, and in one was the shiny thing. Finally, I realized what it was.

It was a dagger. The hilt was wooden, with a single blue diamond imbedded in the center. The blade looked sharp and clean even from this distance. I watched, stunned as he took it and laid the blade acroos his plam. With a quick movement from his wrist, he sliced it across his palm. I could instantly see the blood spill from the fresh cut, dripping into the fire and having no effect besides a burst of more flames and a loud crackling sound. The sight of the scarlet liquid dripping from his palm and into the fire sickened me. I felt a little light headed for a moment. Then, I watched before my very eyes, as his wound healed. The skin became perfect and pale again as it once was. I thought my eyes would pop out of my skull. What the hell?! Jeremiah turned to me, smirking at my shocked expression. "One of the perks of being an original warlock." He said. My brow furrowed, as a thought occured to me. "But how can you bleed if you're a ghost or spirit or whatever?" I asked, confused. He just rolled his eyes and turned his attention back on the raging fire. Suddenly, the warlock I learned as Jonathen reappeared, carrying a limp form in his arms. Jeremiah nodded at him and Jonathen made his way over to me. He stopped at the section of the star in front of mine. I couldn't see who he was carrying. He sat the body down in the section. He then left and rejoined the mob of dark cloaks. The body was facing away from me, but was breathing steadily. I peered closely, trying to see who it was, assuming it was Brian. Then, the person rolled over, eyes still closed. I gasped when I realized who it was. The person's eyelids fluttered before opening and staring at me in shock.

"Katie?"

It was Brooke.

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A/N   Hey, sorry it's short, but I had to rush. Read my other story too! Vote, comment, and fan!! Love you!