The Wicked Existence of Lillian Lennox

9. Chapter Nine - Prism

Hello! I hope you all are having a good weekend so far! Thank you again so much for sticking around and reading! 

What did we think of Gran's revelation last chapter? Things will be taking an interesting turn in the near future as Lillian further explores her witch heritage... ;)

Anyway enjoy chapter nine!

I stared around the room feeling as if I'd been transported into another world. Dark mahogany shelves lined the walls of the pentagram shaped space, filled with a plethora of eclectic things. From books that seemed to be centuries old, to an assortment of crystals, glass jars filled with what I assumed were herbs, small bottles of mysterious dark liquids, wooden symbols and little statues that ranged in size and shape. There was also an abundance of candles, which seemed to have magically been lit upon our entrance. Because there was no way Gran could have lit so many candles, so quickly, without me noticing. Opposite the hidden door, there was a long narrow window, framed by midnight blue velvet curtains. In front of it stood an ancient desk, also scattered with an abundance of peculiar items. The room was sheathed in a golden haze from the candles, while iridescent rainbows danced on the walls and floor. I noticed belatedly that there were crystals dangling in the window, held at different lengths and intervals by the strings that tied them in place.

"Prisms," I jumped in surprise at Gran's voice behind me. I'd been so caught up in absorbing all the new things around me, that I'd completely forgotten I wasn't alone.

"They're beautiful..." My voice was quiet, as I took a step closer to the window, as if hypnotized by the shimmering crystals that hung there. I heard a click and turned, seeing the passageway, disguised as a book shelf, close.

"For security," Gran said, as she sat down on one of the dark armchairs in the room that stood in front of a small fireplace. Looking around I wondered how I'd never known this room existed. How had I never noticed the extra window on the side of the house, and where did the smoke from the fireplace go? "A protection charm allows those who do not know, to pass blindly by the signs that indicate the existence of this room." Gran answered my unspoken question.

"And Grandpa...?" I asked hesitantly, wondering where he fit into all of this. Gran chuckled lightly.

"He knows everything," My eyes widened in question. "Yes Lillian, he is also a witch." My lips quirked, surprised to hear the same term was used for both genders. But it made sense. After all, human and person were also gender neutral, and if you delved into the word of mystery and fantasy, so were the words pirate, ghost, vampire, and shapeshifter.

"So... What now?" I asked, honestly lost at what might come next and overwhelmed with my new knowledge. My mind was buzzing with so many questions but I had no clue where to start, what was relevant, what was important. Gran laughed a genuine light hearted laugh at my puzzled expression, and then patted the chair next to her, motioning for me to sit.

"You have always had witches blood Lillian, the powers are inside of you." She smiled reassuringly at me. "Now comes the time that you immerse yourself and learn your craft." Her first words however struck something in me.

"Why are you telling me all of this now?" I asked the same question from last night, genuinely curious. "I mean I know you said my mom was afraid of some curse but why now? Do you want me to protect myself from the kids at school or something?" I asked wryly, slightly sarcastic, but also thinking about the timing of it all. I wouldn't mind cursing Karen and her cohorts honestly. I briefly wondered if there were rules about that kind of stuff. Gran however shot me an amused glance, clearly thinking my last suggestion was humorous, but far from reality.