Short Stories!

It Starts Now, Continued

Quick Side Note: This is now a full length story! (or, at least it has a few chapters) It's called "A Narrators Guide to Witchcraft" and you can find it on my profile!

It started then.

The clock on the wall dung ominously as she stepped into the circle.

The hooded figures around her raised their hands and started taking - no chanting - words in a language she did not understand.

How did she get here? you may ask. Well it is not the time. Now come quickly; something is happening.

All around her, a glowing wall had been lifted up. It was a mustardy unpleasant yellow and she had been scared, just as she should have been.

She felt something dark root itself in her mind and a bloodcurdling scream had filled the air. And so the story ends.

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Or do you wish it to continue?

Well, so shall it be. Now hear and understand, stories never end as you think the shall.

So you see, The hooded figures were her, and she was them. The scream muted itself completely, and she grinned deliriously, tightly holding onto a silver pocket watch. It is a simple thing, a clock with three hands- seconds, minutes, and hours- with no designs or inscriptions. In fact the only thing that seemed special about this watch was a shining sapphire, in which the hands pointed outward from.

Now, you may wonder, dear reader, is it an heirloom? Maybe her grandfather had owned it, before he went insane? Or possibly on the ground she found it, and was transported here, by some magic spell? But to those inquiries I say no, dear reader. In fact this girl had never seen this pocket watch until two weeks ago- but alas, another story, another day.

Now, if we may turn back to the scene, you'll discover the chanting was replaced by silence, the figures gone into nothingness. She gently held the little, fragile silver clock, up to her face, her insane smile reflecting off the glass, and dropped it in front of her feet. Yes, it broke. The glass shattered, the hands spinning and snapping. Inside, the seemingly worthless sapphire shined in the golden light. That sapphire was important. Very important.

So impatient, dear reader! Your questions never cease! 'How did she get there? What happened two weeks ago? Why is the sapphire important?' On and on your curiosity goes, with not an end in sight. It is simply exhausting. To answer your questions we must go back to the very beginning of this story, approximately two weeks and four days ago. Oh, you want me to tell it? Fine then, gather closer, dear reader, let me tell you a story.