This is my correction of my previous Critique - Witten in Wicca, The story's called Wolfsbane, because thats the actual name, I got it mixed up! My bad!
A thanks to everyone who helped me notice where I went wrong and bits and pieces i didn't notce before - THANKS GUYS!
The bits in red are parts i couldn't think of anything else to put or correct
The Bits in green are the corrected parts
the corrected parts from the comments below are in Purple/Pink
I swear, Chris is a grammar lord!
Hopefully, this corrected on will make more sense? If it doesn't, tell me please!
The story before this: A girl named Haley has lost everything she has, she is 18 and her mother walked out on her when she was 16, leaving her to look after her 10 year old brother (now 12). later on her mother sold the house they were living in so they were forced to move away. they moved to a town called Rose Vale to live with their Grandmother. Soon she finds out she is a Witch/Wiccan, and it takes her time to come to terms with it. When she does, she goes on a camping trip with her Aunt and Cousin. She has been assigned to find firewood. Rowan is Haley's cousin. This is the end of chaper 5 and the beginning of 6.
Rowan and I had been ‘assigned’ jobs to do before the coven arrived in the early evening. Rowan was to spend the day purifying the camp where the party would take place, blessing all the plants and the coven when the showed up. I was new to all this so I asked for an easy job; they decided I should gather wood. I was specifically told not to kill the trees for the wood, only to pick up driftwood and old, fallen branches. They told me that all things are living and killing a tree is just as bad as killing a person. Which I personally found a bit strange myself, but hey, I’d get used to it. So at about midday, I set out on my walk to gather wood. I didn’t know which direction I was supposed to head so I walked west, well, what I thought west would be. I had to climb over quite a few fallen trees on my way; there was no way I could pick them up anyway. I’d been given a large basket to put the wood in.
About half an hour later I’d managed to gather as much wood as my arms could hold so placed them on the ground in a small clearing I found. I carried on walking west-ward for a further half-hour to see if there was any light wood I could carry.
It was quite hard to walk through the forest, all the moss and dirt on the floor made it hard to see where I stepped and I didn’t want to step on an animal or something. I tripped a couple of times too, on rocks and tree roots, which was annoying. My hands and knees were covered in mud and no doubt I’d wiped my face once, covering it in mud too, which was just as annoying.
That’s when I heard it. The sound that sent my entire alarm bells ringing. I guess it shouldn’t have at first; it was just me being imaginative. The twig snapped somewhere in front of me and I froze on the spot. Someone was here; I wondered if it was Rowan. I didn’t make a sound though, in case it wasn’t. I kept my breathing steady and tried my best to stop myself shaking, although that didn’t work. I tried to look through the trees in front of me, to see who it was, but all I could see were the plants moving, swaying where they’d been disturbed. I couldn’t stand it anymore; No matter what I decided to do, it would result in the same ending. Either way, I had to know what the thing was; or I had to turn and leave. I couldn't stand here wondering all day, it was too much to take in. I finally decided when I knew what this thing was, I definately didn’t want my back to it. I was going for option one; find out what it was. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, as quietly as possible.
It was like thunder and lightning; you see it before you hear it. But this was the complete opposite scenario. I only needed to hear it to know what it was. The subject of my nightmares; it was coming to life. I half-expected to see a horse, or a grave. But neither happened. Instead I heard a low, dangerous growl rippling through the trees until it hit me like a gust of wind, going straight through me. It took away every ounce of courage I had in my body; I was totally frozen in fear, like a rabbit in headlights. On the brink of something dreadful and I couldn’t move.
The trees’ rippling became closer and faster until I slammed my eyes shut. In the second I opened them, there was a large wolf. Jumping at me, teeth bared. I thought I was going to die, but something inside me made my knees buckle and my body fell limp and hit the ground. I almost cried with relief when I felt the gust of wind go over my head from the wolf's body. But that wasn’t the end, the wolf was still here and my body washed with fear again. I quickly regained feeling in my legs and forced myself to my feet. The wolf was facing me; body lowered to the ground, all of its fur was on end. Its hackles were up; it was snarling at me, its lips rolled totally back, showing me a snout of long, sharp, killer teeth.
My hands were out in front of me, palms up to the wolf, trying to show it I wasn’t going to hurt it. Trying to show it I just wanted to go back to camp. To be out of this as soon as possible. Preferably right now!
Now I was backing up, trying my best to get away from it. I couldn’t go like this, although it would be original and not many people can say they were killed by a wolf on a camping trip. Then I fell, backwards. I let out a loud scream and landed on my elbows. I alarmed the wolf and it jumped at me, I screamed, hands up covering my face, knees up instinctively.
Then a spiral of fire broke out of my chest.
Chapter 6
Truth
It broke out of me in an instant, I was overwhelmed with fear; I thought I was going to die. It was my saving grace. I was stunned to see the wolf flailing away from me in mid-air, smoking from where the fire - my fire – had hit it. It slammed into the ground, its grey and black fur singed. I fell forward on to my knees, staring wildly at what I’d just done. I’d saved my own life, but it came at a price. The trees and grass all around me had burned away, the trees that were still standing were now black; covered in soot. I was kneeling in a circle of destruction; that I’d caused. But the plants didn’t bother me, what bothered me was that a blazing fire had just broken out of my body and I wasn’t burned. Except of corse my top; which was burnt to a crisp. I pulled what was left of it off, I didn’t really care who saw me at the moment.
I heard a low snarl, causing my head to snap back to the scorched wolf. It was snarling at me again, and ready to jump at me. I wondered what I would do, would I run? Duck? Run and duck? I didn’t get too much time to think, the wolf snapped at the air, then ran at me. My feet moved, but not the way I wanted them to. They seemed lost and ran in all directions. Then the wolf was about to get me, I held up my hands again, to shield myself.
Then, something I did not expect to happen. Another wolf jumped out of the underbrush and tackled the wolf to the ground with its head. The scorched wolf did not seem impressed. The wolf that had just saved my life stood, head lowered to the ground snarling at the scorched wolf; he did the same, but before long, he jumped forward and landed on the wolf and an all-out scrap began. I was terrified. I stared in amazement; this wolf is risking its life to save mine. What animal in the right mind would pass up food?
Then I heard I high-pitched yelp, the scorched wolf snapped at the other wolf’s head and caught it in the eye. I gasped. I kind of wanted this wolf to run away, I could see that the one that had attacked me was the stronger of the two and I didn’t want it to get badly hurt because of me. But what the hell was I going to do? Throw fire at it? Yeah, because I know how to do that. But at the same time, I didn’t want it to run, because then the scorched wolf would come after me again.
Then it occurred to me. Why the hell wasn’t I running? I was just standing, watching two wolves battle it out. For all I knew, this new wolf could just be starving and want me for itself. I hadn’t thought of that, so what, was there no escaping this nightmare?
The wolves split apart, staring each other down. Then, the new one darted forward; head bowed and lunged for its neck. The scorched wolf cried and screamed as the other one ripped at its throat, it tried to get away, but the other wouldn’t let go. It was like tug-of-war, pulling at each other, trying to win.
When the wolf finally did let go, the other fell limp to the ground, I stared, mouth gaped open and tears streaming down my face. It was dead. The scorched wolf was dead, why wasn’t I happy I was alive? I looked back to the surviving wolf, and a scream ripped out my mouth before I could stop it. The wolf was covered in the dead wolf’s blood and fur. And contents of its throat hung from its mouth. I gasped and stumbled backwards, grabbing a tree branch to balance myself. I couldn’t believe what just happened. That wolf was dead, and the other one had killed it. But what for? Was it protecting me, or did it just want me for itself?
The wolf used its paw to scrape out the gore from its muzzle, and then looked up to me. I froze again; I had a habit of this. And it was becoming at annoyance. The wolf stood straight, as if it had just won a leadership battle and strode towards me. I stumbled backwards again, and the wolf stopped.
“Please…” I cried desperately “Let me go…”
The wolf stood still, looking at me, its ears were back and its tail just hanging. It was a very beautiful wolf; it was grey and white, with a black nose. It was very big, one of the biggest wolves I’d ever seen before in my life. The wolf continued to watch me. I swallowed hard, wondering what it was going to do. The wolf then licked its nose once, lowered its head, as if it was nodding and walked toward me. I blinked Again, I didn’t have the energy to fight it anymore, I cried silently and let my hands fall to my sides.
I felt fur in my hands, I looked down at the wolf, it was standing at my side, and had stood where my hand was. It looked up at me with brilliant blue eyes that I’d failed to notice before, and then it trotted off.
I watched the wolf trot off into the bushes, with its tail swishing behind it. I stood, reflecting everything that had just happened to me. I’d gotten attacked by a wolf, fire shot out of my chest, and then I was protected by another wolf! It was all so bizarre. My head begun to spin, this was all too much to take in, I was so confused. How could fire fly out of my chest? Everything became too much for me to handle. I became dizzy and light-headed. It was getting dark, and I didn’t want to stay here in the dark.
I bailed and ran, I didn’t exactly know where I was headed, the track was gone, or I just couldn’t find it. But I ran anyway, I had to get beck to the camp. I was reeling, I was covered in cuts and bruises, and my belly and sides were covered in scratches from where I was running past the trees, my legs were all bruised from all the falls I’d encountered. I was covered in mud and I’d smudged it into my face by accident. My hair was knotted and tangled; I’d gotten caught in a few trees. I probably looked a mess; I felt a mess too.
In the distance I saw a glowing orange light, shining through the trees. Then I soon heard the low murmur of voices, echoing through the night. The moon was up now and it shone off trees and grass. I realised the glow and the voices were coming from the camp. The coven must have arrived, great, even better. I neared the clearing and heard laughter; it seemed almost cruel to interrupt it. I was nearly at the camp now, and every thought left my head and I stumbled into the clearing. I slowed to a stop to look around, I couldn’t make out much, my eyesight was blurred and it was hard to hear much.
Voices around me slowed to silence as they all saw me, then all came together in a bubble of panic. I breathed out a loud sigh as someone came face to face with me. It was a girl, I noticed, her arms outstretched, and before I could get my balance I stumbled forward and collapsed in her arms.
“Mom…” I breathed before passing out.
Incense? I could smell incense all around me, and it smelled really nice. I didn’t open my eyes yet, I was just lying down. I was at peace, I felt calm, and peaceful. I didn’t want to break that feeling. I listened hard, I could hear voices outside, and I didn’t recognise any of them. I tried to pin-point Rowans voice out of all of them and couldn’t find anything. She must be with Isabel, David and Owen; the rest of the coven.
Then I remembered, it was a party, and the bonfire. The whole coven was coming, I saw them. I remembered the blurry orange glow as I ran through the forest. Ran through the forest? What was I running from? I couldn’t remember… I did remember blue eyes though. Stunning crystal, blue eyes. They were beautiful.
I felt skin under my hands, and my hands were resting on my belly. Was I naked? I didn’t feel naked. No, I could feel my bra was on. Why didn’t I have a top on? I remembered taking it off, but I can’t remember why I took it off. Did I have amnesia? I hoped I didn’t have amnesia… that would be a bit of a bitch. Then I remembered a kind of stirring inside me, although I can’t remember what the stirring meant. But I knew that’s the reason my top wasn’t on. I needed answers. So I opened my eyes.
I was in a tent, surrounded by candles and sticks of incense, burning oils and bowls with some kind of paste in them. The tent was quite dark and I didn’t notice the woman sitting behind me until I felt her hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned to face her, wary. She was very beautiful, she had tanned skin and dark, mossy green eyes. Her hair was brown, and it rolled all the way down her back in waves. She smiled at me, she had a nice smile.
“Be calm, child, you are in safe hands.” She passed me a pillow to sit on, and I took it, looking at her.
“Thanks…”
“I have heard a great deal of you, Haley Miles. You truly are a gifted child” OK, it was getting a bit annoying that she was calling me ‘child’ the whole time.
“My apologies,” she nodded her head “If you do not wish me to call you that, I will address you as Haley. Agreed?”
My mouth dropped open, but I couldn’t help a small smile “How did you do that?”
“It is one of my talents, Haley.”
“Who are you?”
“Forgive me! I am Diana, the high priestess of this coven. And as saddened as I am to tell you this, but I am not your mother”
I tried to contemplate what she’d just said; I looked at her with a strange face. “I know you’re not my mom.”
“When you came running through the forest, you fell into my arms and called me ‘mom’, forgive me if I had the wrong impression.”
Oh. I did? “Oh, well, that’s okay. I can’t really remember what happened.”
“You don’t?”
“No, I mean I remember certain small things, but most of it’s just a blur to me. Maybe you know what happened?”
“I wish I did, Haley. But I think I know somebody who may be able to help you,” she stood up, “Excuse me for a moment” she strode out of the tent for a few minutes then retuned with another woman. She had a long, pale face, and blonde hair cut short.
“Haley, this is Melissa. She has an ability that may be able to jog your memory; that is of course, if you are willing?” Diana re-claimed the seat she had before and looked at me, “You do not have to do this if you do not want to.”
“Can you tell me if it’s good or bad first? So then I can decide?”
Melissa spoke this time, sitting on the floor beside me, “I’m sorry, all I can do is search your own memories, I can not tell you the outcome before I have looked into your memories. And as I look through them, you are sure to remember them. This memory was recent, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find,” she looked me straight in the eye, “Do you want to do this?”
I thought about it for a moment, what would be worse, remembering and having to live with it. Or having to life with the fact that I’ll never know? Then it seemed I’d answered my own question.
“Yes. I want to do this.”
A thanks to everyone who helped me notice where I went wrong and bits and pieces i didn't notce before - THANKS GUYS!
The bits in red are parts i couldn't think of anything else to put or correct
The Bits in green are the corrected parts
the corrected parts from the comments below are in Purple/Pink
I swear, Chris is a grammar lord!
Hopefully, this corrected on will make more sense? If it doesn't, tell me please!
The story before this: A girl named Haley has lost everything she has, she is 18 and her mother walked out on her when she was 16, leaving her to look after her 10 year old brother (now 12). later on her mother sold the house they were living in so they were forced to move away. they moved to a town called Rose Vale to live with their Grandmother. Soon she finds out she is a Witch/Wiccan, and it takes her time to come to terms with it. When she does, she goes on a camping trip with her Aunt and Cousin. She has been assigned to find firewood. Rowan is Haley's cousin. This is the end of chaper 5 and the beginning of 6.
Rowan and I had been ‘assigned’ jobs to do before the coven arrived in the early evening. Rowan was to spend the day purifying the camp where the party would take place, blessing all the plants and the coven when the showed up. I was new to all this so I asked for an easy job; they decided I should gather wood. I was specifically told not to kill the trees for the wood, only to pick up driftwood and old, fallen branches. They told me that all things are living and killing a tree is just as bad as killing a person. Which I personally found a bit strange myself, but hey, I’d get used to it. So at about midday, I set out on my walk to gather wood. I didn’t know which direction I was supposed to head so I walked west, well, what I thought west would be. I had to climb over quite a few fallen trees on my way; there was no way I could pick them up anyway. I’d been given a large basket to put the wood in.
About half an hour later I’d managed to gather as much wood as my arms could hold so placed them on the ground in a small clearing I found. I carried on walking west-ward for a further half-hour to see if there was any light wood I could carry.
It was quite hard to walk through the forest, all the moss and dirt on the floor made it hard to see where I stepped and I didn’t want to step on an animal or something. I tripped a couple of times too, on rocks and tree roots, which was annoying. My hands and knees were covered in mud and no doubt I’d wiped my face once, covering it in mud too, which was just as annoying.
That’s when I heard it. The sound that sent my entire alarm bells ringing. I guess it shouldn’t have at first; it was just me being imaginative. The twig snapped somewhere in front of me and I froze on the spot. Someone was here; I wondered if it was Rowan. I didn’t make a sound though, in case it wasn’t. I kept my breathing steady and tried my best to stop myself shaking, although that didn’t work. I tried to look through the trees in front of me, to see who it was, but all I could see were the plants moving, swaying where they’d been disturbed. I couldn’t stand it anymore; No matter what I decided to do, it would result in the same ending. Either way, I had to know what the thing was; or I had to turn and leave. I couldn't stand here wondering all day, it was too much to take in. I finally decided when I knew what this thing was, I definately didn’t want my back to it. I was going for option one; find out what it was. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, as quietly as possible.
It was like thunder and lightning; you see it before you hear it. But this was the complete opposite scenario. I only needed to hear it to know what it was. The subject of my nightmares; it was coming to life. I half-expected to see a horse, or a grave. But neither happened. Instead I heard a low, dangerous growl rippling through the trees until it hit me like a gust of wind, going straight through me. It took away every ounce of courage I had in my body; I was totally frozen in fear, like a rabbit in headlights. On the brink of something dreadful and I couldn’t move.
The trees’ rippling became closer and faster until I slammed my eyes shut. In the second I opened them, there was a large wolf. Jumping at me, teeth bared. I thought I was going to die, but something inside me made my knees buckle and my body fell limp and hit the ground. I almost cried with relief when I felt the gust of wind go over my head from the wolf's body. But that wasn’t the end, the wolf was still here and my body washed with fear again. I quickly regained feeling in my legs and forced myself to my feet. The wolf was facing me; body lowered to the ground, all of its fur was on end. Its hackles were up; it was snarling at me, its lips rolled totally back, showing me a snout of long, sharp, killer teeth.
My hands were out in front of me, palms up to the wolf, trying to show it I wasn’t going to hurt it. Trying to show it I just wanted to go back to camp. To be out of this as soon as possible. Preferably right now!
Now I was backing up, trying my best to get away from it. I couldn’t go like this, although it would be original and not many people can say they were killed by a wolf on a camping trip. Then I fell, backwards. I let out a loud scream and landed on my elbows. I alarmed the wolf and it jumped at me, I screamed, hands up covering my face, knees up instinctively.
Then a spiral of fire broke out of my chest.
Chapter 6
Truth
It broke out of me in an instant, I was overwhelmed with fear; I thought I was going to die. It was my saving grace. I was stunned to see the wolf flailing away from me in mid-air, smoking from where the fire - my fire – had hit it. It slammed into the ground, its grey and black fur singed. I fell forward on to my knees, staring wildly at what I’d just done. I’d saved my own life, but it came at a price. The trees and grass all around me had burned away, the trees that were still standing were now black; covered in soot. I was kneeling in a circle of destruction; that I’d caused. But the plants didn’t bother me, what bothered me was that a blazing fire had just broken out of my body and I wasn’t burned. Except of corse my top; which was burnt to a crisp. I pulled what was left of it off, I didn’t really care who saw me at the moment.
I heard a low snarl, causing my head to snap back to the scorched wolf. It was snarling at me again, and ready to jump at me. I wondered what I would do, would I run? Duck? Run and duck? I didn’t get too much time to think, the wolf snapped at the air, then ran at me. My feet moved, but not the way I wanted them to. They seemed lost and ran in all directions. Then the wolf was about to get me, I held up my hands again, to shield myself.
Then, something I did not expect to happen. Another wolf jumped out of the underbrush and tackled the wolf to the ground with its head. The scorched wolf did not seem impressed. The wolf that had just saved my life stood, head lowered to the ground snarling at the scorched wolf; he did the same, but before long, he jumped forward and landed on the wolf and an all-out scrap began. I was terrified. I stared in amazement; this wolf is risking its life to save mine. What animal in the right mind would pass up food?
Then I heard I high-pitched yelp, the scorched wolf snapped at the other wolf’s head and caught it in the eye. I gasped. I kind of wanted this wolf to run away, I could see that the one that had attacked me was the stronger of the two and I didn’t want it to get badly hurt because of me. But what the hell was I going to do? Throw fire at it? Yeah, because I know how to do that. But at the same time, I didn’t want it to run, because then the scorched wolf would come after me again.
Then it occurred to me. Why the hell wasn’t I running? I was just standing, watching two wolves battle it out. For all I knew, this new wolf could just be starving and want me for itself. I hadn’t thought of that, so what, was there no escaping this nightmare?
The wolves split apart, staring each other down. Then, the new one darted forward; head bowed and lunged for its neck. The scorched wolf cried and screamed as the other one ripped at its throat, it tried to get away, but the other wouldn’t let go. It was like tug-of-war, pulling at each other, trying to win.
When the wolf finally did let go, the other fell limp to the ground, I stared, mouth gaped open and tears streaming down my face. It was dead. The scorched wolf was dead, why wasn’t I happy I was alive? I looked back to the surviving wolf, and a scream ripped out my mouth before I could stop it. The wolf was covered in the dead wolf’s blood and fur. And contents of its throat hung from its mouth. I gasped and stumbled backwards, grabbing a tree branch to balance myself. I couldn’t believe what just happened. That wolf was dead, and the other one had killed it. But what for? Was it protecting me, or did it just want me for itself?
The wolf used its paw to scrape out the gore from its muzzle, and then looked up to me. I froze again; I had a habit of this. And it was becoming at annoyance. The wolf stood straight, as if it had just won a leadership battle and strode towards me. I stumbled backwards again, and the wolf stopped.
“Please…” I cried desperately “Let me go…”
The wolf stood still, looking at me, its ears were back and its tail just hanging. It was a very beautiful wolf; it was grey and white, with a black nose. It was very big, one of the biggest wolves I’d ever seen before in my life. The wolf continued to watch me. I swallowed hard, wondering what it was going to do. The wolf then licked its nose once, lowered its head, as if it was nodding and walked toward me. I blinked Again, I didn’t have the energy to fight it anymore, I cried silently and let my hands fall to my sides.
I felt fur in my hands, I looked down at the wolf, it was standing at my side, and had stood where my hand was. It looked up at me with brilliant blue eyes that I’d failed to notice before, and then it trotted off.
I watched the wolf trot off into the bushes, with its tail swishing behind it. I stood, reflecting everything that had just happened to me. I’d gotten attacked by a wolf, fire shot out of my chest, and then I was protected by another wolf! It was all so bizarre. My head begun to spin, this was all too much to take in, I was so confused. How could fire fly out of my chest? Everything became too much for me to handle. I became dizzy and light-headed. It was getting dark, and I didn’t want to stay here in the dark.
I bailed and ran, I didn’t exactly know where I was headed, the track was gone, or I just couldn’t find it. But I ran anyway, I had to get beck to the camp. I was reeling, I was covered in cuts and bruises, and my belly and sides were covered in scratches from where I was running past the trees, my legs were all bruised from all the falls I’d encountered. I was covered in mud and I’d smudged it into my face by accident. My hair was knotted and tangled; I’d gotten caught in a few trees. I probably looked a mess; I felt a mess too.
In the distance I saw a glowing orange light, shining through the trees. Then I soon heard the low murmur of voices, echoing through the night. The moon was up now and it shone off trees and grass. I realised the glow and the voices were coming from the camp. The coven must have arrived, great, even better. I neared the clearing and heard laughter; it seemed almost cruel to interrupt it. I was nearly at the camp now, and every thought left my head and I stumbled into the clearing. I slowed to a stop to look around, I couldn’t make out much, my eyesight was blurred and it was hard to hear much.
Voices around me slowed to silence as they all saw me, then all came together in a bubble of panic. I breathed out a loud sigh as someone came face to face with me. It was a girl, I noticed, her arms outstretched, and before I could get my balance I stumbled forward and collapsed in her arms.
“Mom…” I breathed before passing out.
Incense? I could smell incense all around me, and it smelled really nice. I didn’t open my eyes yet, I was just lying down. I was at peace, I felt calm, and peaceful. I didn’t want to break that feeling. I listened hard, I could hear voices outside, and I didn’t recognise any of them. I tried to pin-point Rowans voice out of all of them and couldn’t find anything. She must be with Isabel, David and Owen; the rest of the coven.
Then I remembered, it was a party, and the bonfire. The whole coven was coming, I saw them. I remembered the blurry orange glow as I ran through the forest. Ran through the forest? What was I running from? I couldn’t remember… I did remember blue eyes though. Stunning crystal, blue eyes. They were beautiful.
I felt skin under my hands, and my hands were resting on my belly. Was I naked? I didn’t feel naked. No, I could feel my bra was on. Why didn’t I have a top on? I remembered taking it off, but I can’t remember why I took it off. Did I have amnesia? I hoped I didn’t have amnesia… that would be a bit of a bitch. Then I remembered a kind of stirring inside me, although I can’t remember what the stirring meant. But I knew that’s the reason my top wasn’t on. I needed answers. So I opened my eyes.
I was in a tent, surrounded by candles and sticks of incense, burning oils and bowls with some kind of paste in them. The tent was quite dark and I didn’t notice the woman sitting behind me until I felt her hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned to face her, wary. She was very beautiful, she had tanned skin and dark, mossy green eyes. Her hair was brown, and it rolled all the way down her back in waves. She smiled at me, she had a nice smile.
“Be calm, child, you are in safe hands.” She passed me a pillow to sit on, and I took it, looking at her.
“Thanks…”
“I have heard a great deal of you, Haley Miles. You truly are a gifted child” OK, it was getting a bit annoying that she was calling me ‘child’ the whole time.
“My apologies,” she nodded her head “If you do not wish me to call you that, I will address you as Haley. Agreed?”
My mouth dropped open, but I couldn’t help a small smile “How did you do that?”
“It is one of my talents, Haley.”
“Who are you?”
“Forgive me! I am Diana, the high priestess of this coven. And as saddened as I am to tell you this, but I am not your mother”
I tried to contemplate what she’d just said; I looked at her with a strange face. “I know you’re not my mom.”
“When you came running through the forest, you fell into my arms and called me ‘mom’, forgive me if I had the wrong impression.”
Oh. I did? “Oh, well, that’s okay. I can’t really remember what happened.”
“You don’t?”
“No, I mean I remember certain small things, but most of it’s just a blur to me. Maybe you know what happened?”
“I wish I did, Haley. But I think I know somebody who may be able to help you,” she stood up, “Excuse me for a moment” she strode out of the tent for a few minutes then retuned with another woman. She had a long, pale face, and blonde hair cut short.
“Haley, this is Melissa. She has an ability that may be able to jog your memory; that is of course, if you are willing?” Diana re-claimed the seat she had before and looked at me, “You do not have to do this if you do not want to.”
“Can you tell me if it’s good or bad first? So then I can decide?”
Melissa spoke this time, sitting on the floor beside me, “I’m sorry, all I can do is search your own memories, I can not tell you the outcome before I have looked into your memories. And as I look through them, you are sure to remember them. This memory was recent, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find,” she looked me straight in the eye, “Do you want to do this?”
I thought about it for a moment, what would be worse, remembering and having to live with it. Or having to life with the fact that I’ll never know? Then it seemed I’d answered my own question.
“Yes. I want to do this.”
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