Bloodline

RHEA

The door opened and several witches walked in. Morgana was the last person to come in. She was wearing an ankle length red robe. As the leader of the raven witch clan, my mother used to wear a red robe that looked just like the one Morgana was wearing. Seeing Morgana in the red robe, upset me. The rest of the witches who were Morgana's followers, began to hum. The melody had an eerie feeling to it. It made me feel even more uncomfortable and desperate to escape. The witches raised their voices in harmony, as their leader began to draw a pentagram on the floor, using the blood of an animal.

'Rhea,' a familiar voice whispered in my ear. I went still, my heart racing in my chest. I'd just heard a voice I thought I wouldn't hear ever again.

'Rhea.'

I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard her call my name again. "Mum?" I breathed, my voice small, like a child's.

'It's me, baby girl. Open your eyes' she said.

I slowly opened my eyes. And there she was. She was glowing like she had