"I should be dead. Why am I not dead?" Emily gravely rose her head to the witch.
"We are related," the witch dramatically sniffled.
"How am I even here? I was in town just a minute ago. And this feels so real."
"Hmmm. Did you sleepwalk? No, we are in the middle of nowhere. Impossible. Maybe you are in a dream?"
"Yes, but how is that even possible? I can't be in two places at once," I said confused.
"Yes you can, you have released your third eye child. Your pineal gland."
"I don't even know what that means."
"There is a chemical that releases in your mind that can bring you out of body, and to me. Only the powerful ones like witches can do it. You are a witch."
"No I'm not, I don't practice in magic."
The witch laughed, "you don't have to practice magic to be a witch, it runs in your blood, it's involuntary."
"But why to you?"
"Not only are the magnetic poles strong here, but you must have something you must learn from me."
"Learn? From you?!" This was all too much for Emily.
"Is that so hard to believe?"
Emily shook her head.
"Maybe it's to learn that you are a witch. I can smell it."
"A witch? No. That's impossible."
"How else would you know how to release your mind with your third eye?"
Emily looked at her as if she was speaking latin.
"You must have had some magic passed down to you somewhere," the witch stated, "I can feel it in your pulsing veins."
"Who are you to say that?" Emily asked doubtful.
"My name is Lindsey Hennessy."
Emily was gasping for air as Edith's hands were on her shoulders, shaking her awake.
"Are you okay?!" Edith exclaimed.
Breathing until her gasps were smaller she replied, "yeah, I just had an intense dream," she told Edith, not knowing what to do with the information.
"It's okay sweetheart, I'm right here."
Edith hugged her until her tension was gone.
"How long was I out?" Emily asked, backing from Edith's embrace.
"About an hour or so."
"Wow! I'm going to be late to supper with Thomas. I feel much better though," she smiled at Edith.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that, Edith smiled and gave her back a small rub as she walked Emily to the door.
"I hope to see you soon," Edith said.
Both women said their goodbyes.
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Black Tide Rising
FantasyA family curse that no one truly believed in, was passed down each generation as a story to scare one another. Until late one twelfth century night, a soul was taken by the devil himself. It was no ordinary soul and no ordinary man. He was one of th...
