Forgotten Memories

Witchcraft

A roleplay starter about familiars, staring Feyenna. Written on March 2019.

The modern-day technologies always amazed Fayenna. She could reach just about anything with a click of a mouse. Today's world was certainly a step up from her own. She watched the world advance and it was always strange to revisit a place only to not recognize the area. Not to mention the amount she could learn in a mere hour. It certainly beats looking through a dusty old grimoire.

Not to mention she loved learning the new generation of wiccan spells. Even finding older ones she has never come across. Even if some of the spells were far-fetched. This new era made everything more accessible. Not to mention social progression. There were inter-racial couples now! Something that was frowned upon when she was a child.

She shook her head as she clicked through her tabs. It was still daylight and she needed something to do before she tried out a new spell. Feyenna even took off work for this exact reason. She didn't need anyone walking in while she was at work.

Feyenna might get away with fortune telling, but proper spells might freak the general public out. Nothing has changed there. Magic has always been taboo, only now is less strict.

Feyenna glanced out the window as she sank down in her plush chair. Sunlight filtered through the natural foggy air. Herbs were constantly being burned and mixed making for a sleepy aura in her shop. Feyenna had grown used to the overwhelming herbal mix, but her customers were not as accustomed.

If they didn't come for a fortune, they came for the high. She even got offers for her so-called 'drug'. She always declined, her herbs were expensive as it was. Some she had to import from foreign countries. The offers still amused Feyenna.

The sun had gone down considerably fast in the past few minutes. Feyenna could just now see the pale light of night. The moon was required to boost her magic potency and energy. This would make everything go along smoother.

Feyenna clicked over to her spell. She would be performing a summoning spell. At least, she hoped it was a summoning spell. It could possibly turn out to be a transformation spell. Her Latin was rusty, and if worse comes to worst she would just contact an old friend. Well, she could try, old world beings were hard to come across. Even as a temporary immortal she hasn't seen anyone from her era in generations.

Feyenna shrugged her thoughts away looking back at the spell. The way the spell was formatted made her feel like she was on Pinterest. The block of Latin text, Feyenna could barely read it, looked like a personal story used to promote a product. She really hoped that was the case, and not a giant warning.

The spell itself seemed for the most part easy. It only called for a goat skull, sage, and a rabbit's foot but then there ingredients like a phoenix feather. Luckily enough, Feyenna has two left.

Pushing herself out of her chair, Fayenna set her computer on a nearby table. The moon has risen, it's pale light barely visible from inside the shop. She had already set up her ingredients on the table. She just needs to arrange them.

Begrudgingly she pushed her furniture out of the way. Sometimes she wondered why she even did this. As an artificial witch, she did have some wicked tricks, but her range was limited. Some spells she wouldn't even be able to perform. Though, if she did pull this off she would be pretty dåmn proud of herself. The satisfaction of knowing if she could do it always won her over.

After grabbing her white chalk, Feyenna dropped down on her knees and began the circle. Her hand moved fluidly as if she has done this before. The intricate details were harder as she had to make sure they were just right. If really didn't want to do this again. She would rather know that she couldn't do and it wasn't a casting mistake.

The rest of the ingredients required simple arrangements. Feyenna still used a picture for reference. Once she was done she sat there for a moment to admire her work. One of her best yet. Then again, she has had a long time to practice her craft.

Now there were only two more things to do. Feyenna grabbed her ceremonial knife, one item that was even older than her. The blade was a gift from someone dear to her; a mentor of sorts after everything went down.

She held her hand over the goat skull, the knife gliding over a white scar on her palm. Bright blood cascaded down onto the ivory bone. She stood there for a minute before pulling away to bandage herself.

Now all the had to do was say the incantation. Or really, Feyenna would mutter it. She still had neighbors around her shop. The words were quiet, but any normal person wouldn't be able to make out what she was saying.

She nodded to herself when she was done and waited. The pause after the spell was disheartening, usually it would have activated by now. Feyenna slumped down into her seat, it seems she just wasn't capable.

Feyenna let her eyes close, and withheld a sigh. She might have fallen asleep if she didn't hear a thud. Her eyes snapped open and flew to the circle.

This certainly was not what Feyenna expected. She suspected that she would summon a sprite or some small animal. To say the least, she was surprised with what she got.

"Uh, hi?" It sounded more like a question than a welcome. Feyenna didn't know what to do know. And for the first time in a long time, the social butterfly was speechless. At least the spell wasn't a transformation spell. Though, she's not sure which would have been better.

'Is there a return label?' She thought to herself glancing back at the computer. Feyenna shook her head, there usually never was, before returning her gaze to the middle of the room.