Five Sparks To Light My Fire

Chapter 11

Dimensions referred to the different layers of existence, where various forms of life survived and thrived without interference from other species. The creatures of the Hidden Domain were cast through different dimensions.

A Dimension Switch was different from Soul Transmission. During Soul Transmission, a person had to summon the soul of another, which would lead the latter to fall into a non fatal comatose state. This was a method to interact with a person in a virtual setting such as dreams, trances and hallucinations.

A Dimension Switch, meanwhile, was a method of traveling between different dimensions through a target. The mind would first have to travel alone to a place while the body remains resting. Once the subconscious mind affirms the location, the practicioner can then summon his or her body to the location identified by the mind. The body didn't always have to teleport; the practicioner could return back to the original location if they pleased.

Sometimes, a person did not need to perform a Dimension Switch on purpose. Like what was happening at the moment, a practitioner could always get attracted to a certain location through instincts rather than intent.

As my conscience drifted towards the source, I felt the essence of witchcraft surround me with nostalgic familiarity. A deep buzz shot through my limbs as the silver teardrop pendant on my chest glowed in response to the magically enriched atmosphere.

The surroundings stabilized. I gasped when I recognised the cabin I had lived in for two years after Keith rescued me. It belonged to my mentor, a witch, who taught me to cast spells.

Blue light illuminated the walls of the small cabin, a bowl filled to the brim with rare gems placed on the old wooden table. But the witch wasn't here. The hag had never left the cabin before; my eyes narrowed with suspicion. I walked toward the sink to see if she had left me a note, but nothing came up.

What the hell?  Can you tell me what happened? I asked my wolf, but she was silent.

"No! Leave me alone, I will never answer to you." A familiar voice, frail but firm, came through the window. My blood pumped.

Sonya. The person who hid me all those years ago. I heard the sound of scuffles from outside, but soon, it silenced.

I crept towards the small, tinted window. I internally raised my shifter senses as I looked through the glass at a group of dark-cloaked shadows. I would have believed it to be the beginning of a ritual, had I not felt the lack of necromancy in the air.

I sniffed, trying to identify the strange creatures, but Sonya had cast a spell on the dilapidated cabin to prevent outsiders from eavesdropping. Unfortunately, the same spell blocked my magic from penetrating through the walls unless the door was opened.

I leaned into the window, wondering if I should make a move. Logically, Sonya would never be at a disadvantage. She was a very powerful white witch, who would have been the head of her coven, had she not been exiled. I hesitated, until suddenly, Sonya's bloodcurling screech pierced through the darkness.

Horrified, I ran to the door, only to find it locked, bolted from the outside. In a frenzy, I banged my fists against it. The door didn't budge. My breaths quickened as panic filled my veins. Desperate to save her, I grabbed a rickety old stool and hit the door as hard as I could.

I heard her cries. Sonya's loud sobs made me choke with fear.

"Leave her alone! Let me out. Whoever you are, please, don't hurt her," I yelled. My bruised arms continued banging on the door as I tried to break it open. "Sonya! Sonya, what's happening?"

"Rose? They're here for you! Leave immediately and don't turn back!" Her raspy warning shackled me.

A gigantic shadow covered the window and I backed away from it. I could feel eyes on me, a strong force trying to hold me in.