Founded Purpose

 The wall was cold as I leaned back against it. The room was quiet other than the faint tapping of sprinkling rain on the window on the wall to my left. My heart felt like it was following the beat of the rain against the window. I have to do this. This is what I should've done in the first place. Papers scattered the floor around me. A small metal bowl sat in front of me. Most of the papers had different spells written on them that were close to what I was trying to do, but none of them perfect. This had to be perfect, I need to make them happy again. There was one paper that sat between me and the bowl that was written in my own handwriting. My own spell. My own gift to the two closest people to me. I put a great deal of thought into this, and planned everything out to the last detail. I used and cross referenced everything I knew until I had the spell I needed. To revive the dead, a spell no one person could truly create, until tonight. The problem with all of the spells of revival was that they desired to put a soul back in its original body. Considering all spells that were based around that have failed, I doubt that is what I need to do. That and I don't think grave robbing is a good idea

I took a deep breath and grabbed my container of salt. My legs tensed up, from sitting so long, as I rose from the ground. Opening the glass container, I dumped the salt in a circle around me. This salt was my only protection if things go wrong so I took two extra precautions. I blessed this salt with moon water and left it to charge more overnight, asking the goddess to protect me with it. This can't go wrong or I'll have to wait another year. It was the Samhain, and I had to sacrifice my cushion day so that I could participate in Halloween one last time. Samhain is when the veil between the living and the dead was thinnest and that is what I need so that I can find them easily. I knelled on the ground again.

The room was small enough that at this point all I needed was the light from the moon outside to guide me. Even with the clouds I had enough light. From this point on though, I needed to see a bit clearer to get this right. I moved my legs out slowly from under myself as I shifted so that I was sitting criss crossed in the circle of salt. I reached outside of my circle and grabbed the boxes of different colored tea cup candles and the matches. The sound of plastic flooded the room as I got the first candle out of the box and set it at about one o'clock outside of the circle, myself facing the bowl at twelve. White was the first color. This stood for healing, peace, and innocence. If things go right, he is going to be scared and hurt, so I need to keep him calm and help him heal if I can. I set the box of white candles down behind me and outside of the circle. My shoulder pops as I stretch.

More rustling was heard as I got out the next candle before discarding the box behind me with the white candles. This one was scented unlike the last one because finding an unscented red teacup candle was impossible. It shouldn't mess with the spell though, but the smell of cinnamon was unmistakable in the room, and I hadn't even lit the thing yet. I set one outside of the circle at eleven o'clock. Although red was normally for passion and lust, I needed more for strength and survival. Granted this had to do more so with the last step but it would be one less thing to have to worry about if I set it up now.

Pink was the next color. For love, care, and nurturing. This one was a bit harder to find than the others, and luckily it was unscented. I set it down at ten o'clock, and took a deep breath. My stomach felt like it was in knots and they got tighter with every candle I set down. Was I really going through with this? Of course, this was my purpose, wasn't it? I moved on and grabbed the next box, opening it with ease. This candle was a different shape because its purpose was different than the rest. I grabbed a match out of the box of matches and carved "Karel" into the candle twice. The L's met in the middle as one went from top to middle and the other went from bottom to middle. The brown one was supposed to help me find and stabilize him, so for a little extra help I'll give the candle his name. I only met Karel once before he passed, and it would help if I had someone who knew him better come to help me, but they wouldn't believe I could and they would be distracting. I needed to focus, I need to do this for them.