Dreams of a Witch.

THE ONE WITH TOWERS AND A MAN.

I don't know how I got here, I don't know why I cant move either, but I am certain that there is something I have to watch, something I need to wait for. It was all really dark, as if we were in the country side in the middle of a field, or that's what I could figure out by the openness of the space and the clarity of the sky, the way the full moon shone down on me was filling me up with energy the one kind of energy that speaks to a witches heart no matter the situation, the moon shall always affect us. For a moment I thought that was all, a peaceful and quiet moment with the nature and the flowers, so I closed my eyes to take it all in.

What I was not expecting was the change in the scenery when I opened my eyes, nothing was the same, I was still in the middle of the field, but no longer was there a full moon to shine on me,  instead the dark moon had replaced her, a there were towers now.

The towers were all the same, all white with black tops and windows, as if there were rooms inside them, the later shone with light, candles lit in every window as if giving a signal to anyone watching, but what called my attention was not the architectonic aspect of these towers or how tall they where like the ones in castles where there's a princess waiting at the top, no, it was not that, it was the way the were arranged around me. I as a Wicca could almost immediately know that they were imitating the position of the points, as if a gigantic witch was about to cast a circle using the towers as her candles and i was just an ant walking around her circle, trapped inside it.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to go inside one of the towers to find out where I was, why, and how, but I didn't have a chance, because suddenly people started flowing out of the buildings, some of them where half dressed, completely dressed as if going to a party and a bunch where naked, but that's not the shocking aspect of the synchronized exiting of the towers.

What shook me to the bones and the depths of my spirit was the desperation in their faces, it was a look of sheer terror, sadness and a feeling I later  recognized as a determination to run and be safe, all of them passed by me, sometimes looking at my eyes, others as if I was a ghost they could not perceive, others looked at me with hate, with hope, as if at the very same time I was the hero and the villain of the story.

But even if I wanted to help them, to now what made the suffer and why they ran away from the towers, I could not. I was rooted to the little circle in which I was standing mute as if someone had pressed a button to shut me up permanently, but the other reason for my immobility was the fear nestled deep in my stomach, like a roaring beast I was too scared to face, I didn't want to. I wanted to curl down and wait for the chaos to finish, but of course, the chaos was just beginning.

When it seemed that it was all over, that people had finally stopped flowing out of the towers like a river, and I was left standing in the middle just like in the beginning happened the unexpected.

The towers started to burn.

But it was not an explosive type of fire, it was slow, as if someone was causing it room by room, it started in a different point in each tower, in the one I supposed was north - in the circle I mean- it began by the roof, in the one opposite -south- it started by the floor level, ans so on with the other, and they burned slowly for a while. 

until it happened, they started to fall one by one, starting in the west tower.

While all the burning happened I could just think about the worst possible outcomes, that since I couldn't move I was going to die there, standing in the middle of the fire, or that debris was going to crush me and I would never be found again.

It was in that instant that I felt it, it was like being covered in warm blanket after a cold and tiring day, like the hug of a mother, like a protection was placed around me, like magic was filling up a ward around, the only weird thing about it, was the fact that it was not me who raised the wards, it was not me trying to save myself, someone or something else was protecting me and to the end of this narrative I do not know who or what it was.

And so, I watched the debris, the destruction and the chaos fall around me and damage the field and the woods surrounding it, with nothing else i could do but stay there waiting for whatever it was I was there to do, or watch, I was certain that there had to be something I still had to witness so finally I had the power to sit right there on the same spot I had been all night to wait.

Hours passed, the tower fell apart, and the parts that remained standing burned to ashes, the others remained on the grass and no one came back.

At least not when the burning was ongoing.

Just when I started debating if I could go now, the sun started to rise and simultaneously a man appeared on the end of the field and started walking towards me, I could see his face clearly for the sun was to bright and he had it on his back, it took a while but eventually he reached me. he stood in front of me for a moment and then held his hand out, which I took as help to stand up.

After I took his hand we started walking towards a hill, when had I recovered my mobility I don't Know, but we walked hand in hand towards a hill, and when we reached the top, he stopped looked at me for a split second and then kissed me on the lips.

He kissed me softly as if I was his lover and he was saying goodbye, as if we had known each other our whole lives and being in love for that same time.

I could just close my eyes and enjoy myself and  stayed there until i could no longr feel his lips on mine anymore, and as I opened my eyes I saw him vanish in front of me. Like a ghost, like a spirit, like I was never to see him again, and I didn't.