The Lost Soul

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Authors: Suzy Turner
had been chatting to her dead grandmother. They both walked into the hallway as they heard Moira's voice. Well, December walked into the hallway. Ruby floated.
    "Hi my darling," said Ruby, "did you get everything you need for the spell?"
    Moira smiled and nodded, "yes, I can always rely on Melina for times like these. That woman's store is amazing. I could spend hours just browsing all her stuff. I love going there."
    "Yes, I remember Melina when she was a little girl in that store. She used to spend every waking hour with her mother and grandmother in there learning all about the craft. How is she?"
    "She's okay, she still has bad days but that's to be expected. It's only been nine months."
    "What happened nine months ago, Mom?" asked December as they walked down the stairs into the basement while Moira flicked on the light to reveal a simple room painted entirely in purple.
    "It was so sad, such a tragedy," whispered Ruby as Moira turned to the girls, "Melina's mother and grandmother died in a fire," she said.
    "Were they.... were they.... w....witches?" December whispered.
    "Oh my," said Ruby, swooping down to her grand-daughter's side, "They most certainly were witches. Very good ones at that... but stop that thinking right now, my dear. It was an accident. They died in an accident. They were most certainly not burnt because they were witches, if that's what you were thinking. That sort of thing doesn't happen any-more. It's been centuries since the last witch was burnt at the stake."
    "That's true," added Moira. "It was just a terrible tragedy and I'll b.... oh, honey, are you okay?" she asked after noticing December had slipped down the final step onto her bottom and was clutching her head.
    Holding her head tightly, December let out a slow moan as Lilly and Moira helped her up from the floor and carefully walked her over to the only place she could sit: a small single bed.
    "I... I think I'm all right, thanks. It just suddenly came with such force that time. They're not usually that intense so quickly," she said, continuing to rub her forehead.
    "Honey, would you do me a favour and run upstairs and bring us a damp kitchen towel?" asked Moira as Lilly nodded and hopped up the steps two at a time.
    Moira opened the purple ornate wooden wardrobe at the side of the bed and pulled out a small box. Inside were a number of perfectly placed stones of different colours and sizes. Moira picked up a pretty green stone and handed it to her daughter.
    "I want you to hold onto this for a while. Green is the colour of healing. It should help your headaches during the spell, and hopefully afterwards too."
    December inspected the smooth stone under the dim light. "What is it?"
    "It's quartz, my darling," answered her grandmother. "These stones have been in the family for many years so they should be very strong and powerful by now. But stop thinking too hard. Just hold it in your hand and relax. Here's Lilly with the wet cloth... it will work wonders, I'm sure," she winked.
    After a few minutes of lying down with the wet towel on her forehead, December's colour began to return to her face. Trying to get up, Ruby hovered to her side. "Not so fast, my darling. Stay lying down for now. We're not going anywhere so you just stay there and get some rest."
    December did exactly as she was told as Lilly sat beside her with a glass of water.
    "Here, have a sip of this," she said, handing it to her best friend.
    The girls then sat back and watched as Moira prepared the spell to find out what these headaches were all about.
    "Do you have any idea what she's doing?" whispered Lilly.
    Shaking her head slowly, December responded, "Nope."
    "Have you been down here before?"
    "Once, when I first arrived. Mom brought me down here to be welcomed home... by all my ancestors."
    "Huh?"
    Stifling a laugh, December winced. "I've no idea how but the voices of my ancestors came out of nowhere to welcome me home. It was amazing."
    "So you didn't see them?"
    "No.

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