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November 27th, 2011

Witches in Northumberland

Posted by julieengel in Uncategorized

Our ride to Northumberland was most unlike any car ride I had ever taken in my life. Florence had taken great precautions prior to our travel, including several protection spells to ensure a safe ride. The protection spells were by far the most important, but absolutely not the most interesting. Florence, Diana, and I together had cast an extension spell to make our long car ride to Northumberland as comfortable as it could be. If any normal bloke hopped in the car, they would probably faint immediately. The car appeared from the outside as a typical four door sedan, but once inside, this car was far from typical. The car was the size of an apartment, maybe even bigger than the one I used to call home. There were two cozy white couches, several bookshelves packed with spell books, oils, candles, and chests, as well as a bright blue bathroom, four beds built into the walls, and a rather small kitchen area. Diana and I had never seen such powerful magic, nor had we ever dreamed of having the ability to produce it ourselves. For the first few hours of our ride, Diana and I were trying to locate Florence and Scott’s father, our mother’s murderer, by using a map of England and the talisman. The talisman would light up every once in a while, and like a magnet would be drawn to the area on the map where he was. He had been traveling throughout Cumbria, which is right between Lancashire and Northumberland. We would have to go around Cumbria to get to Scott without being caught, which was going to take up a great deal of time, and Florence didn’t think we should have to. As we whizzed through traffic, Florence explained, “I have cast protection spells on each of us as well as this car, but they can only do so much. If we are to get to Northumberland without being traced, we mustn’t look like ourselves. Father will be looking for us, but he certainly won’t notice us if we can pull off the invisibility spell.” Before she even she spoke the last word, Diana had already taken out Mum’s book and was eagerly searching for this spell. We had the power of three now, which made us a threat to Florence’s father. “I have found a spell, but it requires a great deal of work. We must also conjure up a potion to ensure that we remain invisible, and I’m not sure we have the ingredients required,” said Diana. “You’d be surprised what I have in this car. I’ve been running for a while now, so as you can imagine, I am prepared,” Florence said, “So what exactly do we need?” Looking on with Diana, the ingredients list read: One drop of blood and one strand of hair from who wants to become invisible, two petals from the Narcissus flower, a drop of Orgorl oil, and vampire dust. After Diana read the list to Florence, Florence simply laughed. “My dear sisters, do not fret. Everything on the list can be found in the blue chest over there.” said Florence, pointing to a most dazzling deep sea blue colored chest. With the chest now on my lap, I said, “Aperio amarium,” and like that, the chest opened. Inside were all sorts of ingredients used for spells, but most importantly, the ingredients needed to help us. Looking throughout the chest, I quickly found the Orgorl oil and Narcissus flower, but the vampire dust seemed to be missing. “You’re wondering where the vampire dust is, Lucie, aren’t you?” Florence said. Shaking my head yes, I couldn’t figure out where she was going with this.”I’ve put the only vampire dust I have left into a small container, and look, Lucie, here it is. I forget that I’ve started wearing it around my neck. I can’t risk losing one of the most powerful and hard to come by ingredients,” Florence said, “It is the only thing that can save us in desperate times.” Desperate times, I thought to myself, what happened to having a normal life?

 

I’m stuck on how I’m going to end this story, but I’ll be adding an ending by next week.

November 21st, 2011

Witches in Northumberland

Posted by julieengel in Uncategorized

I opened my mouth to speak but was quickly silenced by Diana. “Lucie, I’d like to introduce you to Florence, our newest circle member,” said Diana. She reached out and shook my hand with an oddly firm grip. “It’s great to finally meet you, Florence,” I said, “We’ve been all over this country looking or our 3rd circle member, and here you are So, how ’bout it?” “I’ve been waiting for your arrival. Your mother told my brother Scott and I you’d be coming to join us. We have much work to do,” said Florence. “You knew our Mum? Why wouldn’t she have just told us how to find you then?” I asked. “Your Mum, you see, was also my mother. She had adopted myself and Scott off to her half sister the moment we were born. She was only 18 years old, and couldn’t take care of us. And she didn’t tell you how to find us because she wanted to push both of you to strengthen your powers and test your skills before meeting us,” said Florence.
Diana and I glanced at each other in awe of the bomb Florence just dropped. Our Mum had two other children, twins, and never told us about them, yet they knew about us. Why had she not told us? “Your Mum never told you about us because she feared for your safety. Our father was turned into a vampire and has since sought after the blood of his children and their mother. Your mother wasn’t killed by random, it was our father. We’ve been on the run, but we can’t run forever. We need your help,” said Florence. This was too much to take in at once. “So what now? Where do we even start?” I asked. Florence conjured a map with a flick of the wrist, and pointed out the path we must take through the woods to Scott’s residence. “First, we need to get to Scott’s safely, then come back and prepare to cast the circle. We need to practice spells to attack the mind of the vampire first, to torment his mind and distract him,” said Florence.
Diana was pail white, stiff as a board, and didn’t bat a lash for a good minute. She looked as if she might faint, and surely I looked just as mortified. How we were to pull off these spells that we’d never even heard of before? “He is coming after all of us. With the power of four in the circle, we can call the corners and drawn upon the powers of the elements. We can defeat my father but it will not be without difficulty,” said Florence. Within seconds, Diana and my suitcase appeared in front of us. Florence had her suitcase in hand, as well as her bag filled with potions and spell books. “Let us waste no more time,” said Florence. And like that we were driving off to find brother Scott in the hopes to completing our circle and completing our mission impossible.

November 7th, 2011

Witches in Northumberland

Posted by julieengel in Uncategorized

Being the newcomer in town is an uncomfortable and awkward feeling, yet there’s something comforting about being an outsider. People are always intrigued by the mysterious new person, and God knows I could use some normal friends right now. They start with small talk and personal questions like, “Do you have a boyfriend?” and “What kind of music are you into?” But it always comes down to, “Why’d you move here?” and “Where is your family from?” Nothing is easier than fooling them with smoothly delivered lies and an innocent smile, but am I a fool for thinking it wise? I yearn to have normal friends with typical problems in their average lives, but I am strange girl, with peculiar problems in my extraordinary life.
My sister Diana and I have been traveling throughout England since our Mum died. Our lives have been put on hold because fate had other plans for us. You see, Mum wasn’t your average soccer Mum, she was a clever and powerful witch. Before Mum died, she gave us her thick brown book, battered and tatty from being passed down through the years. She explained, “This book holds great knowledge, and with that, great power. The history of our people, of your family, lies within the frayed pages of this book. You’ve read the stories and studied the spells, now you must prepare to join the circle. Go to England; Use the book and talisman to guide you.” After Mum died, Diana and I set off to England to find the others that would complete our circle, and so it goes.
It’s been three months since Diana and I have ventured from Salem to our journey throughout England. The longest we’ve stayed in one place has varied from several days to several weeks, but never do we have any permanent stability. Most of our time is spent using the talisman and spell book to guide us to local covens and witches. Mum said the talisman would light up when the connection between myself, Diana, and a witch that is meant to join our circle have met. So far, Diana and I have yet to see the glorious gleaming green gem illuminate, but our hopes are still high. Though the witches we’ve met have not been the witches we need to complete our circle, they have helped strengthen our magic. Diana and I together have learned to draw energy and power from our dead ancestors, who have helped guide us to Lancashire.
Our hostel in Blackburn, Lancashire is packed with runaway teenagers and low budget tourists, most of whom cleared out for the day. Diana and I ventured off into town as well, searching for some Wiccan stores to purchase a few candles, incense, and oils from. As we strolled down Main Street, a small black house with candles in each and every window came into view. The house caught my attention from the corner of my eye, and was located on a shady dead end block just to the right of us. We walked down the eerie block towards the house which had a wonderful and resplendent store sign that read, “House of Enchantments.” Before we reached the top of the stairs, the door crept open and a soft, friendly voice invited us in.
The store was lit only by candles places strategically on various bookshelves, tables, and on the wooden floor. Incense filled the air with intense aromatic pleasures, both lavender and vanilla scents. Gems and stones decorated the glass shelves alongside talismans and other tools which my eyes have yet to see. As I wandered towards the back of the store, I was greeted by the woman with the velvet voice who was already acquainted with my sister. And then I saw it. The talisman was illuminated, glimmering its glorious green color in our eyes. We finally found one.

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