Poor Leah, she must have been so frightened. I wonder what her memory flashes are about. You'll have to read on to find out...
Emerald was angered by the actions of the Goddess. How dare she act in that way. Emerald had done all that she could to keep the twins apart and now the Goddess had foiled her plans by letting a vision of Leah come through to Abigail. How on earth was she supposed to keep a lid on the secret if the Goddess kept intervening? Emerald knew that Abigail was still shaken by what she saw. Abigail seemed withdrawn and perplexed. She’d spent most of the following day locked up in her bedroom which concerned Emerald as she had never seen her do that before. Abigail sat at her desk, still visibly upset about what she had seen in the scrying bowl. “Who could that have been?” Wondered Abigail aloud to herself. “She most definitely wasn’t me. I’m one hundred percent sure of that. She might have looked like me but there were subtle differences that showed me that she was a different person altogether.” Abigail had a sneaky suspicion that her mother wasn’t being completely honest with her. Was she
Abigail eventually came out of her bedroom, searching for her mother. She looked around the house but couldn’t find her. She knew that the only other place she could possibly be was in their greenhouse where they grew all of their herbs and spices. Abigail made her way out of the backdoor of their house and walked the few paces to their greenhouse. As she came closer she heard her mother whispering to someone. Abigail peeped into the greenhouse and saw that Emerald was on a phone call. Emerald was speaking to someone with a heated tone. “I need you to keep a close eye on her. There is no way that they could ever meet. It would be detrimental to both of them should that ever happen. They can never know of one another for there would be great ramifications should they ever join forces.” Emerald sensed that she was being watched and immediately hung up the phone call. Abigail hid around the corner of the greenhouse but she knew that it was futile for Emerald had amazing powers and w
Leah woke to the feeling of being watched again. She looked over to her window sill but saw no Raven. She felt heavy in her heart as if something wasn’t right, yet she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Leah sat up in bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She hadn't slept well at all, nightmares stirred her from her sleep. She felt exhausted. The events from the previous day played through her mind as she made to get out of bed. Today was a big day for Leah. Today her training would begin and she looked rather forward to it. Leah stretched before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She felt a bit lightheaded but thought nothing of it. She made to get up but had to sit back down for she felt rather faint. Leah sat for a while taking deep breaths before she made to stand up again, this time feeling fine. She made her way to her bathroom, combed her hair, and brushed her teeth. It was still so foreign seeing two different colour eyes looking back at her, but she decided t
Emerald knew immediately what she needed to do. She didn’t want to tap into the dark arts but the Goddess had left her no choice. She was desperate and desperate people did desperate things. Especially when it came to witchcraft. Emerald went down to the kitchen and retrieved her cell phone. She knew that there was only one person who could help her now… Mordechai Idris. Mordechai was an acquaintance of Emerald and he was well-versed in the dark arts of witchcraft. She had never called on his services before, but she knew that she now had no other option. It was Mordechai or nothing. Emerald took a minute to contemplate what she was about to do. Was it worth the backlash that she would receive from the Goddess? The Goddess did not take kindly to meddling in the dark arts. It went against all that she stood for. Emerald needed to think this through before she made a huge mistake. A mistake that could not easily be undone. A mistake that could cost her dearly, along with Abigail.
Leah diligently worked on perfecting her craft. She practiced light spells like those of lighting candles with her intention of bringing on a gentle breeze. She was even able to make it snow for a short while, but she was careful to keep it only to her relevant location. Leah had learned to pull on her earth element, as she focussed her intent on making a plant bloom out of only a tiny seed. She was also able to command the creeper in the greenhouse to extend itself and entwine itself around a stick planted firmly in the ground. Leah was learning fast and that pleased Amber. She, however, had a bad feeling that something ominous was about to happen, but she just couldn’t put her finger on what it was. “I am very proud of your progress so far,” beamed Amber as she sat having some herbal tea with Leah during her break, “but there is still much for you to master in order to keep yourself safe.” “I must admit that I’m really enjoying bonding with my different elements, Mom. Who kne
Emerald couldn’t believe that she had stooped so low. How could she have been willing to turn to the dark arts to get what she wanted? It was something that she had never done before and something that she’d promised herself never to do. She sat in her office at her desk and contemplated her actions. She leaned onto her desk, resting on her elbows with her hands in the shape of a steeple, leaning her forehead on them. “What have I done,” she whispered to herself, “what have I become.” Emerald had never been a vengeful person. Yes, she’d kept tabs on Leah, but that was only intended to keep abreast as to how her powers were progressing. She’d never meant her any harm, but she also couldn’t allow her powers to become too strong. She needed both Abigail and Leah to be on equal footing. One should never be stronger than the other, should this happen then things could spiral out of control. Abigail entered the room and asked her mother if everything was ok. She’d never seen her look s
Birchwood had many hidden gems. A small cafe called All Things Brunch and a flower shop called Dewdrop, just to name a few. Leah and Caleb met up at Dark Roast, the local coffee shop, where they liked to meet every now and then just to catch up on how the other one was doing. Leah took a slow walk to Dark Roast and arrived after Caleb, who had already booked a table for them to sit at. She entered the coffee shop, the welcoming smell of coffee assaulting her nostrils, and headed straight for their table. Caleb was busy looking at the menu and only noticed her arrival when he saw movement in his peripheral vision. “Hey, Leah, you took your sweet time getting here,” joked Caleb who loved to get a reaction out of her. “All good things come to those who wait,” teased Leah as she pulled out her chair and sat down. “What’s with the sunglasses?” Asked Caleb, “it's not that bright outside.” He noticed that Leah had been wearing them more often now. “It's to hide my different eyes,”
Leah lay on her stomach on her bed. Her legs were bent at the knees and she slowly moved them up and down. Her grimoire lay open in front of her and her pens were spread out on the bed above it, as she wrote in her grimoire and adorned it with sigils and drawings. This was one of Leah’s happiest things to do and she spent a lot of time adding items to her grimoire. She hoped that it would one day be as full as her mom’s was. Leah was busy concentrating on an intricate drawing when her mom appeared at her door. “What are you up to?” Asked her mom, even though she knew what Leah was busy doing. “I’m working on my grimoire, Mom. I just love filling up the pages with spells and all things witchy.” Leah had a smile on her face that could light up a room. Amber loved the fact that Leah was spending so much time with her grimoire as it would one day become an extension of her, holding much power and guidance. “I’m happy to see that you are spending time bonding with your grimoire, but w