Melanie Witch Story: Part 2
The next part of Melanie's story!
Magnifying Mystical Creatures: Chapter 2
Magnifying Mystical Creatures: Chapter 2
She opened her tiny magical silver box each morning. She eagerly awaited each night to see what it held for her. It produced a new surprise at dawn. The
item that appeared was to be used for different spells, for different
people, and even though she did not know the spell yet or the person it
was to be used on, she knew the silver box was filled with magic just
for her. It had been in her family for as long as she could
remember. She yearned each night for the dawn to hasten. It never did.
It crept along as if it was injured and had to crawl like an
insignificant snail.
Upon
the new day’s arrival she sprang to her silver box, her feet bare, in
her black velvet robe, which was draped over her shoulders, and her hair
flaring behind her. Her eyes wide with excitement of what would arrive in her silver box. She
swiftly opened the box and gasped as her eyes gazed on an ornate
antique silver magnifying glass which hung on an old worn silver
tarnished chain. The magnifying glass was about an inch around and on
the top it held an old antique silver medallion. The medallion had the
most amazing cerulean and olive jewels encrusted in it. The medallion held her family’s crest on it. The crest is an old oak tree with a petite, white as snow alicorn flying above it.
It was stunning. The medallion gleamed in the first light of the dawn
as the sun peeked through a sliver in the long red satin curtains. The
chain felt cold and awkward in her in hands. It was as if it had just
arrived from another world and perhaps that world was wicked. She shuddered from the sudden chill that went through her whole body. She loved this new piece that had entered her world, but she wasn’t sure it belonged with her.
She
walked slowly back into her dark and dreary bedroom. She had an ill
feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach and needed to lie down a
minute. She carefully wrapped the magnifying glass up in a piece of red silk and placed it gently into the armoire. It
lay among the other items waiting their person or spell. That was the
thing with receiving these items, she never knew what they were for
until the moment she needed them.
The
coldness would not leave her. She lie there, in her immense bed,
shivering under her down comforter and wondered if she was getting ill or if the magnifying glass was making her ill.
She tossed and turned, but finally drifted off into slumber. It was
anything but a peaceful sleep. She dreamed of mythological demons.
Sitri, one of the darkest demons, kept bursting into her dreams
spiraling them into nightmares. She knew he was a spirit who was capable
of getting women to bare their hearts and soul to him. She awoke with
such a fright, she knocked her cat Griffin clear off the bed. Stunned he
looked up at her from the floor where he landed feet first. The tears
flooded out of her and he leapt back up to her and nuzzled her to still
her apprehensions. She had no idea why the tears flowed out of her, but she knew it was connected to that magnifying glass somehow.
The
next day she awoke and for the first time she did not want to open her
silver box. She stayed in bed, in the dark and hoped it would not call
to be opened. She tossed and turned and decided to get up. She busied
herself with making her bed, straightening her room, petting Griffin,
and anything else she could think up to avoid opening the box. Then she
heard the silver box screech to summon her to open it. The cry sounded
so horrific. She rushed into her living room and it felt as if they air
was sucked out of it. She pushed herself forward to the box, opened the
lid slowly, and the spirit of Sitri swirled around her. She knew the
magnifying glass was malicious. She had a feeling about it. Now from her
favorite silver box evil spilled into her living room trying to
suffocate her.
She didn’t know how to stop this evil from filling her lungs, but her mind raced as she thought of anything possible to stop it.
Just then her cat Griffin turned into a griffin with a snake like tail,
the head and wings of an eagle, and the body of a lion, and attacked
the Sitri that was attacking his owner. The Griffin leapt at the mist,
but went right through it. Dazed and confused he tried again, but still
nothing. He looked at the silver box, leapt at that, knocking it off the
mantle and into the fireplace. The mist started to recede, his owner
seemed to be breathing again, and the air seemed to fill the room again.
She collapsed to the floor and the griffin went to her in one rapid leap. He
stayed next to her, protecting her till she regained her strength.
Hours later she tried to sit up and noticed Griffin observing her. All of a sudden he spoke to her.
He asked if she was ok, and she did not appear surprised to hear his
voice. She knew somewhere in her heart that he was her protector all
along. He asked if she remembered anything from the past hours, she
assured him it was currently morning and she had just come out to check
the silver magic box. He watched her slowly stand and walk over the
silver box. She was mesmerized when she looked down and saw it burning.
Her heart broke. It was burning with what seemed to be a swirl of mist
around it. She started to search for something to pull it out of the
fire, but her griffin turned back into a cat and demanded to be pet.
Meowing and meowing until she came to him and scratched his ears.
He might not always be around to protect her. He had been with her one thousand years already.
He knew at this moment that she was his keeper for a while longer, but
also he was there to watch over her and keep evil from entering her
home. He knew he was a powerful griffin, but she, she was a magical
influential witch. Together they would do immense magic in the world.
Happy Haunting
Your story teller/poet
Debbie
xo
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