The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 23

Brooke's pov

The man with black eyes and the woman with purple eyes linked their hands together and raised them into the air. They screamed, "Incindea!" Suddenly, the zig-zag pattern ignited into flames and I screamed, so did Katie. I was so scared. What was happening? Why? Where were we? What did Katie have to do with any of this? The fire spread all the way around the circle, the flames dancing rapidly and crackling. Their were hundreds of people in black cloaks standing outside the circle whispering. Fear coursed through my veins, my eyes wide. The guy with black eyes turned back to me and Katie. "Ready, love?" He asked me, smirking. Ready for what? I shot Katie one more pleading glance, begging her with my eyes to save me, but she just sat their, staring at me with sorrow-filled eyes. Suddenly, the mysterious man grabbed my arms, lifting me up harshly. I screamed and lashed out, trying to get him to let go of me so I could make a break for it, but he was strong. "Brooke, no!" Katie screamed, attempting to run toward me, but stopped, unable to step out of the little dirt section she was in. Did she have the same invisble wall thingy as me? Then she did the oddest thing. She stuck a hand out into the air, a look of complete concentration on her face. Then, she fell to her knees, clutching her head and screaming. I felt terror for my friend and looked over and saw the woman with purple eyes glaring at Katie intensley. She seemed to be causing the pain. I screamed for my friend, desperatley wanting to help her even though I needed help myself at the moment.

Then, the black-eyed man started chanting in some weird language, his hands on my shoulders. "Brooke!" Katie screamed. I met her gaze. She was still clutching her head, her blue eyes filled with panic. I started screaming her name, desperatley wanting her to save me from whatever was happening. Suddenly, gray, odd looking smoke seemed to come from the lines marking the section me and the man were standing in. It stopped at our ankles. The texture of it was slimy and wrong, not how smoke should feel. Jeremiah stopped chanting and leaned down to where his lips touched my ear. "Thank you, love. You will be remembered." He whispered, his cool breath tickling my ear as he stroked my hair. I stiffened, my screaming stopped from my rising panic. I stared at Katie, who's eyes were wide. The man began chanting again, except this time much louder. The smoke started to rise, it's texture washing over me, suffacating me. Katie screamed and pounded on the invisible wall surrounding her, it made no sound. The smoke incircled me, muddling my thoughts. Suddenly, pain ripped through my entire body. I gasped, never having experienced such intense pain like this. It was like someone was sucking the life from my body. I screamed over and over again in pain. "Brooke! Brooke! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry." Katie's voice reached through the pain, but it was muffled. I met Katie's gaze and time stopped. I stared wide-eyed at her and she gazed back pain and loss vivid on her features. 'Close your eyes,' she mouthed to me. I hesitated, not knowing what would happen, afraid of what would happen, but I closed my eyes. Even greater pain suddenly ripped through me and my body arched into the air, then, evrything went black.

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Katie's pov

Brooke was dead. It was my fault. My parents were dead. It was my fault. My dog was dead. It was my fault. I'm going to die....it's all my fault. The whispering witches were in a frenzy, their whispers loud enough for me to catch bits and peices. "......I can feel it........power......dead.......one more...." I gritted my teeth at their insanley loud whispering. Their voices bounced around in my head, having room to do so since the pain was gone. The loss of my friend and family crippled me. The tears constantly flowed from my eyes, having no end. Why must I be the one to endure this pain? What did I do to deserve this? "Ready, my lovely?" Jeremiah asked, giving me a smile. I glared up at the man that had murdered my family, my friend, and soon, me. "Go to hell." I spat, feeling pure hatred course through me. His smile vanished and he walked into my little section, no problem. He ruffly pulled me to my feet, his face inches from mine. "You should be kinder, love. You won't have to go through the excrutiating pain like your friend, Brooke did. It's different for witches." He hissed. I swallowed, wondering how much pain Brooke had gone through. Jeremiah straightened up and swiveled his head around to look at Alara. Alara nodded and Jeremiah turned back to me, closed his eyes, and began to chant again. This time, Alara and all the other witches and warlocks chanted with him, their choursed voices ringing in my ears. Instead of smoke, fire rose from the lines of dirt and began to incircle me. It did not burn as fire should, but coolly caressed my skin. I shivered from the paranormal touch.

This was it. I was dying. I felt myself rise into the air, the fire still incircling me. I stopped when my feet were just above Jeremiah's head. Somehow, Jeremiah's whisper reached me from below. "Thank you, Katarina." He whispered, stressing my full name. Suddenly, I felt the life drain out of me, and the last thing I saw was Brooke's lifless body, her skin pale, her face peaceful. Then, everything faded into nothing.

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A/N  This is not the end!!!!! I have one or two, if it's long, more chapters to go! So, stay tuned for the next one! Vote, comment, and fan! Love you all!!!! =-D