With a heavy heart, she climbed the rickety wooden staircase that led up into her grandmother’s attic spell room. It was her spell room now that she had inherited the wonky cottage and its contents. The cottage had been in the family for nigh on five hundred years. Every school holiday had been spent with her grandmother at the cottage learning her craft. With infinite patience, her grandmother had taught her and tested her in order to define what kind of natural witch she was. The findings had always been inconsistent. Magic came easily to her and her natural talents allowed her to combine elements that were never meant to be a natural fit.
For the past few days, she had been focusing on manifestation. It was the final technique that her grandmother had been teaching her before she died unexpectedly in her sleep.
Once at the top of the stairs, she walked across the well-worn floorboards to her worktable. She had laid out all the items she needed the night before after scouring the family grimoire for help. With a silent prayer to the goddess, she lit a candle then sprinkled the carefully selected dried herbs into the flame. They crackled as they combusted. Next she selected three crystals from the velvet drawstring bag that sat beside her then added a clear quartz crystal to amplify their energy.
With trembling hands, she picked up her grandmother’s oracle cards, feeling the old woman’s residual energy flowing into her hands as she shuffled them. Keeping a clear vision of the life she wished to manifest for herself in the centre of her mind, she drew three cards from the deck and placed them on the table beside the three crystals. Past, Present and Future lay before her.
Turning over the first card that represented her past, she smiled. The cared indicated that there was complexity in the situation but the presence of a bright sun indicated hope. A hope that she had clung onto for a very long time.
The second card represented her present. It showed two people at a crossroads. Decisions needed to be made together otherwise they risked parting for ever.
Keeping her eyes closed, she turned over the third and final card. Her future. Whispering the words from the grimoire, she held her left hand over the card for a moment or two before she opened her eyes. When she saw the card and the child depicted on it… her child…their child.
Her concentration was shattered by her phone ringing. Without having to look at the screen, she knew who was calling.
The cards never lie….
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Coral McCallum 