Melanie The Witch Series

So I took Melanie into Nanowrimo for the month of November and more parts came out, this is where we left off even though the chapter names are different. I hope you all continue to enjoy Melanie as much as I like writing her.

Chapter 19 Lucious & Melanie

Melanie and her mother buried grandma in a cemetery in town where all their family rested. They had dressed her in a beautiful simple, white dress, and a white light seemed to emanate from her body. Lucious was in his great grandmother's heart even after she was gone from this earth. The service was quiet and just them three. Grandma would be greatly missed. Each of their hearts ached for the return of grandma to the cottage but knew it would not come. Evil had killed her and there was no returning from that. Gerd pushed all her hatred and vengeance into grandma. The only thing that saved her for a moment was Lucious light. She would be missed and now the family line was missing a powerful protector of their family. Someone would have to take over and Melanie thought it would be her own mother. 

The family; her mom, she, and Lucious went out to celebrate grandma’s life after the burial. They went to a local pub and talked about grandma’s great accomplishments. One of the townsfolk heard them talking and said he knew her back in the day. They had been childhood friends and he did not know about her powers, but always felt she was special. This town had suffered from darkness for centuries while Gerd was around. She toyed with their hearts, their wives, and their children. She took who she wanted and when she wanted them. Those minions used to be humans who lived in this town. The town had suffered enough and was happy to hear of Gerd’s final demise. They were skeptical but prayed she was gone for good. The Kellyn women were a strong Irish witch line and if anyone could destroy her the town’s folk knew it was Melanie and her family. They thanked everyone in the town and went out for a walk. Lucious toddled behind them.

Melanie and her mom talked about grandma some more and then Melanie’s mom said that she would not be taking over as the protector of the family. Melanie looked surprised. Her eyes darted around and looked at her and her mom. Her mom said no you are not going to be it either. Melanie stopped walking and just gazed at her mom. 

“Mom,” she said, “We need a person to watch over us, we need a protector, and it is just you and it is just me!”

Melanie’s mom looked past Melanie and looked at toddler Lucious. Melanie said, “Mom you have got to be kidding me, he is so tiny, and yes he has a way with him and appears to be magical too, but he cannot protect this family.”

Melanie’s mom rested her hand on her daughter's shoulder and assured her that with her help Lucious could and will protect the family from harm. Melanie looked astonished at her child. How could someone so small protect them? She would have to instruct him. He looked up at her and put his arms up to be picked up. She knelt down and picked up her little one. She held him tight and he whispered: “It will all be ok mommy” and kissed him on the cheek. He then wiggled to get free and ran and ran through the countryside hills and enjoyed his childhood a little bit more. He seemed to know the weight that was being placed on him and he was content. At such a young age he was ready to take on the Kellyn women and protect his grandmother and mother, but Melanie could not help but think “What could a toddler really do?”

Chapter 20 Returning Home

Melanie had studied witchcraft, mastered it all, and was ready to head back to her home. Melanie’s mom stayed to help pack up the cottage. They packed all their belongings up, but then they pulled up a floorboard that only the witch line knew about, added their story of destroying Gerd to the leather journal that was under the floorboard, and placed it so that perhaps when Lucious was old enough and battling his own dark forces that he could write it in too. All three walked around the cottage one last time. Melanie was really going to miss this place, but she could feel a shift in it since Gerd was dead. It was no longer her safe place, but a rental again. A normal person would rent it, perhaps to sit in it and write a novel, she had no idea, but it was no longer hers. She packed up the car they rented with all their belongings and headed toward the airport. It was going to be a long eight to nine-hour flight home. Each of them was mentally and physically spent. They climbed on board the plane and sank deeply into their seats. After takeoff, all three of them fell into a much needed restorative sleep. The next time they landed it would be on American soil and they would all be happy to be home. They talked about grandma not returning with them, but they knew she was watching over them. She was in the clouds outside the plane, she was in the sunbeams raining down on them as they flew home, and was always in their heart and blood. They might be one Kellyn woman short, but they were raising a Kellyn male witch and they were so rare. Melanie put a protection spell over Lucious because she knew someone or thing would come after him. She was his guardian as his mother, but also a witch protecting an aspiring male witch. He would need to be strong and gracious. He would need to lead others by example, and he would need to watch over his mother and grandmother. Melanie knew when she gave birth to him that he fiancé would love him, she wasn’t so sure her fiancé would have understood the magic that pulsates in him.

Upon landing, Melanie studied her mom’s face. She had witnessed some dark items over the years and Melanie wanted to ask what her mom had seen but did not want to bring back harsh memories fresh to her mind. Her mom saw her looking at her and smiled. She said, “It is good to be home.” They bother gathered their belongings and scooped up sleepy Lucious and headed off the plane. Each of them said a private protection spell over the plane so that the next group would arrive safely.  At the end of the runway, their said their goodbyes. Melanie’s mom had to catch another plane. She was off again to head back to her own home. Melanie looked sad. She thought perhaps her mom would want to come stay with them, but she told Melanie that she needed to get back to a normal life and so did her and Lucious. They hugged for a few minutes and then Melanie’s mom picked up Lucious and danced around with him as he smiled and giggled. She was going to miss this sweet, handsome, little guy. She said to him “You are our protector now, do not let us down.” Right on cue, he said, “I won’t grandma, I got your love in my heart.” She knew the family was in good hands. This little boy had light in his heart, he had love in his heart, and he held his family high up, she knew he would protector her if ever she needed him too. They all hugged and kissed again and Melanie’s mom walked off and waved one last time. Melanie got Lucious into his stroller and they headed toward luggage and then next were home. 

Once they were finally home the weight of all that happened hit Melanie. She dropped all their belongings in the entrance way. Griffin again appeared and Melanie thought, “Shit did I leave you in Ireland?” He just rubbed her leg, begged for treats, gave up, and finally went to lay down in his bed by the hearth. He travels on his own time she thought. She grabbed Lucious up and nuzzled his neck. He smelled so yummy, but Melanie decided he could use a bath and then so could she. She walked the hall to the bathroom and filled the tub with lavender oil and water. She hung a bunch of lavender under the running water as well. The room filled up with the aroma of lavender and Lucious knew he was home. Melanie undressed him and helped him plop into the warm aroma filled the bath. He washed with her help and then he played a little bit. He was still sleepy and now jet lagged. If he went to bed now he would be off in his sleep times, but she also wanted a bath and bed. She lifted him out of the tub and dried him off. She put on his pj’s and he brushed his teeth. She walked him down the hall to his room. It was just as he left it. Toys all over his floor, laundry still bounding out of his hamper, bed unmade. They had left and Melanie had too much on her mind to worry about their home. He looked pleased that everything was the same; she tucked him into bed with a kiss and headed out of his room. She looked back and noticed a white light under his doorway. She walked back to it and a small white light was coming out of his heart. He was pure magic and light and her pride and joy. 

Melanie went to her bathroom and again filled the tub with oils. This time she used patchouli and a little peppermint. She wanted to relax but remain awake for a while. She undressed and slide into her water in the tub. The essential oils relaxed her, but the sobs broke forth like a broken water pipe. Her heart ached for her grandmother. She yearned to call her, to discuss the light coming out of Lucious, and about her return trip home, but grandma was gone. She sobbed for all the pain she held inside. Grandma was gone, mom did not want to be the protector, and her toddler son was in for some immense training once he got old enough. She began to relax in the tub; Griffin came in and lay on the bathmat. He watched her for a minute and then dozed off again. 

After her bath, Melanie sat on the couch. She had canceled their cable due to being gone for lord knows how long it was going to be. She just sat on the couch. The birdcage sits lifeless in the corner. Her washed dishes still needed to be put up from before she left, but she could just sit on the couch. In front of her sits her fiancé's guitar. She just observed it sitting there. It seemed to be taking her in as well. She would need to tell James that she was back, but perhaps she needed to unwind from this trip first. She was so entangled in the magic, the light, and the death of grandma that she decided she needed time. Then a quiet knock came to her door and she knew it was James. She had called to let him know her return flight just in case something happened, but now here he was at her door. He knocked again, “Melanie, it’s me, James. Are you awake?” Melanie thought for a moment that she hadn’t made a peep and perhaps he thought she was sleeping, but she decided to open the door. He looked as great as he always had with that stubble of beard and all. He had flowers for her and came in slowly and nuzzled her. Her anxiety melted as she asked him to come in. They kissed passionately and they sat on the couch and just held hands until morning. James understood without her saying a word that she needed him there, but not in her thoughts right now. He was willing to wait for her to tell him all about the journey. She had told him she was a witch, a good witch, but she had not told him that her best friend’s child was also a witch. She was not so sure that he could handle any more news like that right now. So she waited and they just held hands. 

Happy Haunting :D

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