Consecrated Curses

Chapter Six

        Willow shot up in a sea of silky white sheets. She was back in her bedroom, sitting in her bed. She turned her head and scanned the space before her with wide eyes. Nothing was scorched with fire and there wasn't a thick blanket of smoke filling her room. All her spell books seemed untouched by the fires sticky fingers. She freed her legs from the white silks. She had grown taller in the last few years, something she was proud of.

        Her delicate toes touched the hard wood floor, it was cold. Her brows scrunched. She could swear not even an hour ago this entire house was aflame. But now her feet were touching the cold floor? Had she dreamt the whole fire?

         She paused before resting her entire foot on the floor, her attention was caught by a bright light being brought back into her room through her window. A strange fear crept into the back of her mind, as if if she moved something bad would happen.

        But then, almost instantaneously, like a flash, the light held the silhouette of a man. Willow didn't know what pushed her to her feet, what pushed her to the edge of the light. But as soon as he stepped into the light produced by the window the silhouette of the man was gone.

       Willow looked out if the window. Something had to be making that shadow. Right? She looked up and out the window. There was nothing there but black. Tears ran down her beautifully confused face. Her eyes stayed glued to the blackness she didn't even notice that the window was moving up towards the sky leaving her.

         Her head moved up and down with a gaped mouth, the window wasn't moving she was. The floor of her bedroom was swallowing her, panic set in. She attempted to step out if the mush that become her bedroom floor, but as much as she wanted them to her long, dark legs wouldn't budge. She could see them disappearing right in front of her eyes yet she had no control over them.

        Like time had leaped, her entire torso was being swallowed by the floor, she struggled trying to move her arms but they to had fallen victim to the sinking hole. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Her heart was beating against her ribs as if it was trying to leave her body. Harder tears started to leave he eyes. Her entire face was stuck in the floor up to her eyes. The last thing she saw was dark boots surrounded by a dark black swishing cloak.

        Willow shot up in a sea of silky white sheets. She wasn't back in her bedroom, surrounded by fluffy white sheets. She was in a dark, what she could only assume was a tent. The sound of hundreds of paws pushing against the dirt attacked her ears. Curious she left the bed and went towards the only flap in the tent that led into the silver moon light. None of her senses worked except one.

Touch. 

       She could feel the wet grass stabbing into the bottom of her feet and she loved it. She couldn't remember what grass felt like. She wanted to stand in that place until she became one with the grass. But one of the many bodies migrating towards her knocked her out of her place. She looked to where they were going but she couldn't see over the massive sea of wolves. She looked back towards the back of the pack. She could leave right now and never have to be locked up anywhere, or by anyone ever again. Or she could go forward and see what the future has for her.

        Her feet moved by themselves and she found herself moving towards the front of the mass of wolves. She was soon standing at the front of large circle. There was a man covered in a thick cloak kneeling in a ring in deep, blood red flames. Those candles always struck fear into her heart. She knew what the meant, what they were used for.

To confine a demon.

          She diverted her attention from the candles on the man in the circle. He was kneeling with his hands bound by rusted silver chains. Everyone in the circle around them was quick, only the sounds of crickets and frogs filled the tense air.