A Witch from the past
After the fates had paid me a visit, I realized that I need to get my powers back. Maybe its the calling that I am waiting for a long time. So I consulted one of my friends from my previous job.
Her name is Lucy, she practices wicca and she's a friend of mine.
I still remember how we first met.
I met Lucy while I'm on a quick 15 minute coffee break. While I was holding a pack of cigs, I walked to the smoking area and light one.
As I exhale the fumes of the cigarrette, I felt a strange presence. Something magical. So I had done a few gaze and I saw two women that are also smoking. I somehow snooped a little and try to check the two ladies while they're having a conversation. And I realized that they were my collegues.
I was never the social type of guy, and I don't usually make the first move on any conversation. Not to mention I am bad at remembering names. So I just listened while they were talking. And I said
Hi!
Then one lady replied.
Oh hey there Morty! Have you've been there for too long?Not really. I said
The two women continue their conversation and then I saw the other lady that she's wearing a pentagram with a ruby on the center. I knew for sure that the pendant was not just an ordinary trinket.
Oh! A pentagram?
I cut off the conversation by pointing at her piece of jewelry.The owner of the pentagram held the pendant using her left hand and said
Yes , and her name is ruby.
While giving me a strange gaze.Do you know that the pentagram is a symbol of power in the wiccan religion? I said
Yes I am completely aware of that. She replied with a smile.
I noticed your neclace earlier too and I love the color, Its gold and the red ruby suits you too.
The other lady gave complements.
And their conversation went on.
As I extinguished my last cigarrette, I had said that I need to go back to my work station.A few hours passed another 15 minute break came by, so I went to the smoking area again and I saw the same woman that was wearing the pentagram.
Hey you're here too! I said with a surprised tone.
Why did you mentioned wicca while I was talking to my friend? She asked.
I felt something in the air, and I was curious if you are practicing wicca. That's why I opened the topic.
I also sensed someone magical here at work, I never realized that it was you.-said the girl
We had a few conversation like when did she had her powers, and is she just like me.
She said that she discovered her healing powers when she was a teenager. and she have a coven that practices the craft.
She also says that she and her coven will watch over me.
It is somehow scary for someone that possesses mystical powers like me would watch my actions.
For as long as I never inflict them any harm and they had not inflicted any harm to me I shouldn't be alarmed.
The Vision on the bus
I was in the middle of the road while riding a bus on my way home from a tiresome day.
So tired that I've decided to close my eyes to rest.
As I close my eyes, I was taken a back when I saw my hand.
My right hand emitted a glowing light and it formed a wand.
I stared at my hand more and watch how the light turned into a glowing wand made of red wood and it was engraved with runes that I had never seen before.
It was so real that I was able to grip the wand that formed in my hand.
Until the bus stopped and right before my eyes the wand from my hand vanished.
I am still unaware why I had that vision. So I consulted Lucy.
I told her what happened and she asked me if I remembered the runes in the wand.
I told here that it happened so fast that I don't remember how they look like and I can't read runes that quick of a minute to take since I'm in a bus.
She said that those runes holds an incantation to make the wand.
For it is a vision, a vision that I should possess that wand in the future.
Still I try to remember the runes of the wand that I saw on my vision.
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Librus de Nox
CasualeA series of odd phenomenon. A record of predictions. Mysteries of life. Strange dreams regarding angels demons, magic and other eerie things. In short , its my journal. My mystery Journal. -LMorte