GENRE: Paranormal Romance
They came at dawn. In minutes everything that was – was not.
Fire engulfs my hut. The flames sizzle and hiss exposing me to its fiery heat. I escape but not before my skin is ravaged. The pain is intense, as is my need for revenge. The bastard, Camalus, has taken everything I love. With my dying breaths I will see that retribution is made. I am the last of the realm witches. We three must come back. It must be done.
With labored breaths I look at the moon hanging low on the eastern horizon. Strength fills my being. My voice is harsh and raspy as I cast my spell.
“My goddess, my mother hear your daughter, Arianwen’s plea.
Take my soul; find the two
~ Sulien and Tarrant ~
and once again, make us three.
Let us all come once more.
To right the wrongs
I beseech you, open the portal door.
To Land, Sea and Skye, hear my cry.
As above so below, with my blood sacrifice make it so.
Arianrhod, my mother, my goddess, as one make us three.
I cast my lot, so mote it be.”
I choke and sputter – I’m drowning. I no longer see the beautiful moon, it’s gone. The glow of a new morning is chasing the night shadows away. Oh, how I hope my goddess will grant my request. To see Sulien and Tarrant once more…my heart beats faster, I can see them in my minds eye, smiling and laughing.