MAGIC and All Other Deadly Affairs | COMPLETE!

EIGHTEEN | Promise.

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EIGHTEEN | Promise.

With such a decision, I did what any smart person would do – I went home. Not only did I go home but I also went back to school, back to what my life used to be as ordinary. Rosaline, my Aunt Rosaline, agreed with my 'wise' decision and promised me to pick me back up on the 30th so I could prepare for the ritual. As if she knew I'd agree.

At least she was confidant over the matter, whereas I was as nervous as an elephant in a room of glass mice. For now, I pushed all witch thoughts from my mind; and with a quick text to both my friends Yuma and Norman, I walked into my philosophy of religion class with confidence.

Sliding into my seat, Yuma slid into the one next to me soon after. It was one of the only classes we had together, and I was happy it was my first and only class for the day. I glanced over at my friend pretending I didn't see the hickies she tried to cover with foundation and her long, glossy black locks.

I snickered, and she send me a glare, "be quiet you bitch, the prof just walked in."

I laughed and she nudged me with her shoulder.

"What happens when we die?" Professor Izan began as he walked into the lecture hall and making his presence known by slamming the door.

"We become ghosts!" One student cried out, making people around us laugh.

Professor Izan nodded, as if contemplating the joke, "Or perhaps we merely seize to exist. We become nothing. POOF and all the knowledge we gathered in our life time merely turns to ash as does our bodies."

As if he had dropped a heavy pin, everyone became silent. He smiled smugly knowing he had our undivided attention. Death was something we all could talk about seriously, and as our teacher he knew he had us all hanging onto all of his next words.

"So, is it logical to fear death," he asked before pausing to look around the room, "if you do fear death raise your hand."

Around us majority of hands rose including my own, I glanced over at Yuma whose hand did not go up. My brow rose at her and she smirked at me.

"Anubis has my back," she whispered.

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to the Professor. A cold shiver went down my spine. I must have imagined it because I think when he spotted my hand his eyes lingered on me for a few seconds longer than the rest of the students.

"Why? Surely only the dead can logically fear death. But, if we are living then that fear is not reserved for us. And in death – well, in which we seize to exist then we would not feel anything, we couldn't even mutter a thought," he told us.

Against my better judgement, my hand rose. Professor Izan seemed to instantly spot my half rose hand. He smiled for half a second then wiped it off his face, and nodded to me. I hesitated before trying to form my thoughts into intelligent words.

"But what if we don't seize to exist after death? Christianity tells us after death promises either Heaven or Hell, the Greeks tell us death promises Hades, Celtic tales tell us about Arawn the God of the underworld – in which welsh tales say he owns Hell itself. Wicca has the Horned God; and we can't ignore other religions such as Islam, Hinduism with reincarnation, Animism, Shamans from multiple religions and the list could go on forever," I explained not even realizing how much I knew upon the matter but wisely deciding to leave out my knowledge of Nix and Kenexa.