WALPURGIA ✔️

Chapter 48 - Rebecca vs Genevieve

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Of course it was her.

The humming of her Victorian cords was already making me grind my teeth. Esme felt it too, searching for my eyes. Her big amber eyes were wide as I patted her black hair.

"Esme, go into the safe room and stay there until mama says you can come out again."

"Ok mama!", Esme hurried there.

The door closed behind her, locked tightly by my magic and safety spells bound around the door.

Baldwin got out the kitchen, his nose quivering.

"She's alone."
"How foolish of her", I mumbled, taking my wand.

It melted with my palm.

"Blackthorn – strong actions of fate that must be obeyed.
Furze – protection and preparation for conflicts.
Holly, vigour to fight if the cause is just.
Rowan, knowledge.
Willow – inspiration, skills, prophecies.
Yours is to fight, yours is to protect the people. A fight stands before you, one which requires your whole courage and skills. You will lead a good life, one full of riches, full of change and challenges."

I remembered the ghosts' words.

The door opened on its own.

Genevieve stood at the very back of the empty field.

"You stay inside", I told Baldwin.

We looked each other into the eyes; he nodded deeply.

Baldwin squeezed my hand, then we both turned forward.

"Go get her."

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The fallen leaves had turned mushy, the soil wet. The air was sharp and strong. Our forest surrounding was losing its colours. Winter was approaching.

My ancestor's red hair swayed in the wind. The emerald green dress on her stood out in the field.

I got closer to her.

With each step, I saw more.

She held her wand tightly. She looked furious, tired, relieved.

I stopped five feet away from her.

We glared at each other.

My hair was swaying about in the wind, as did hers.

Her weavers cords were visible on her skin - so she had dropped the disguising spell too.

"I cannot believe you fled", Genevieve's voice was shaking with magic. "I cannot believe Aradia and Diana aided you to flee."

"You are crazy; no wonder they did."

We both raised our wands.

"I won't hesitate", Genevieve said, but her voice trembled.
"Nor will I", I firmly said.

She swung her wand and a fire bolt came clashing at me. The closer it got, the hotter the temperature got. I saw the many shades of yellow, orange and red - Esme would have been fascinated.

But I wasn't.

I threw my arm forward, and the soil under my feet came to life. Water collected in my body and shot out of my veins to put the firebolt out.