WITHOUT

In The Test.

WITCH TESTS.    

Not a big thing these days, we hardly ever think of witches the way we used too.    Witches might be women you encounter at fair grounds, they might do a reading....Offer to share/cast a light-hearted spell for good health (If your feeling a bit worn out)   Something for love (You wish to find someone, or...Your boyfriend's annoying you!)....Or money (You went on a shopping spree, you told yourself not to do!)

They are not the people, we think of from stories books or crazy horror films.    They are just everyday folk....Who live slightly different, maybe even the same - Lives to ourselves.

Tests are not a "thing" now either. They don't happen. No need for them!    They are a thing of the past, wax works and museums of history are the only places you are likely to hear or see of them.     Some universities have courses, will let you study the topic. But. They happened at my school, we were witches.     They were not the torturous events you might be thinking of....They were tests, yes.     But, more exercises of skill, your level of competence....What you were destined to become.

There was still a level of danger. Maybe you hadn't studied as hard as you claimed. Maybe a wrong word was spoken, and the spell in question headed in a direction you couldn't explain. That did happen a few times, weird magic....Tutors were puzzled for days. Students had no way of explaining. Sometimes the "results" required special attention!

My test, now is life threatening. Not one, a witch could study for.....Even though, I now had the books to give tips! Dam shame, I got blocked from them!      I lay still, smeared blood all over me....I should of been a mess, even smelled a little off.    But, once my blood was taken....A witch offered to scrap the rest away, sponges the crusty bits off.   An oil was rubbed over my exposed skin spots.

A light net was draped over me, I looked at peace.     My body rested/rejuvenated.     Jefferson had even placed a small clock beside me - How fast would I be?      I was young, maybe I needed time.       Jefferson and Star wanted to poke, quiz Ethan and EB.     EB was ready.....Ethan, was not.      His mind was trying to keep it together, work out how this moment came about.     

His plan had been a simple one : I was not to do this alone (He was going to be at my side)   EB didn't want me alone.    Stella had been told to stay back (She and Bell were going to help keep Ethan and herself occupied!)

Scarlett couldn't stop laughing.    Her opinion was, I wouldn't survive the stab to the chest.    She giggled away in Ethan's head...."Oh she's a goner, fool!     They think you were spelled a upon. They think, your a dog....Or weird animal.   They might even turn you into one!   Imagine that!  I'll find my way out.    Stella will die, I'll take her body..."      Scarlett paused a minute.

"I'm liking that idea!     I'll keep EB. Lock you in the basement.   Make you mean.   Spell my dear friends here!..."

Ethan covered his face, gritted his teeth.  Cleared his mind, then a strange rage hit him.

EB sniffed the air, Ethan was going to turn toxic....She turned to Star, small pat on her arm.

"Please.    Ethan.    Can I go to him?..."      Star looked at EB, shook her head..."Did I say you could speak?    No..."     But Star did follow EB's wide eyes.     "The boy doesn't look right, does he.    He looks like he is losing it!      Umm...Jefferson!    There is a problem!   Quick!.."     Star pulled EB with her, both stood with Jefferson.     The older warlock saw the black eyes, the white face....When the dead are angry, only those with necromancer abilities can handle what happens.