The day was cheery and innocent. The park ahead was full of people having picnics, relaxing in the grass and playing Frisbee with their pets. All of a sudden the wind picked up and started to blow leaves on to the people. It whistled past like a ghost. Dark grey clouds drew in with thunder rumbling and flashes of lightning. Why did this weather have to ruin the day?
Everyone started to pack up and leave. Lightning flashed and the sound of thunder shook me. I didn’t really bother to leave as I loved the stormy weather. It would always calm and relax me. As the rain started to soak through my shirt I headed for shelter. I decided to sit at the bus stop across the road.
I sat and enjoyed the vicious view before a nerve-rattling sensation broke my relaxation. It was as if I was in a trance. ‘Something is wrong. Something is wrong,’ was the message playing on repeat in my subconscious. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, something was about to happen…
Following my instinct, I looked around. Nothing except rain and wind. I crossed
the road back into the park. At this point, I was soaked with rain. The cold wind hit me like blades cutting into my skin. I walked on, hoping to find some sort of shelter in the park. As I neared the centre of the area, I noticed a sort of vortex swirling up into the air. It appeared as a tornado, but there were no gale force winds.
As I approached it I noticed lights, precisely five points of light within it. When I was a few metres away from it, the rain subsided and did not drench me anymore. Yes, it stopped, at that point. I stepped backwards, making sure I was not crazy. The rain started again. I continued forward, puzzled.
There was a cloaked person in the centre of the vortex. Judging by the body type, I presumed it was a man. He sat absolutely still, eyes closed and he was chanting something. Around him were five black candles. In front of him was a thick antique leather book. Did I mention that the rain was not falling at this area? Or that the winds didn’t even move a single page in that book? All of these things, inside his circle of candles, were not affected by the elements. Thoughts of witchcraft crept into my mind.
In hesitation, I stepped back onto a twig. The crackle alerted the man. He woke up quickly and tried to chase me down. He picked up a stick with embedded jewels. Great, he also had a wand. Now Harry Potter was about to kill me! Indeed, he was going to shoot me down with a spell.
All of those things around him symbolised a sort of craft. Although I was somewhat amused at this stranger, the wand really did cast a spell, a fireball. Now, in this situation, I was Lord Voldemort.
I ran around, ducking the fireballs. The man had set the protected area alight. I made a beeline for his precious circle and his spellbook. When I crossed the border of the circle, he froze. The look on his face was utter fear. He tried to hurl a fireball at me, but it bounced off the force field and into the park. The area in and around the perimeter of the circle was protected from evil, I suppose. I grabbed the book, causing the man to slowly walk backwards.
The page opened was titled, “Invocation of Elements”.
Really? How? Anyway, I searched the book for something to say to scare him off or something. Finally, I found something, “To Banish Evil”. He qualified as evil since he almost killed me. I readied my voice and glared at him. As I started to read he started screaming,
“Within this sacred circle rightly cast,
Protect me from evil psychic blast.
Spirits I summon you to this place,
To help me rid this evil from time and space.”
As the last line was said he erupted into flames and vanished. Is he dead, I asked myself? Anyway, the candles and book started to change colour. The black candles turned white, meaning used for pureness and goodness. The spell book glowed and the spells became the ‘white’ version, the safe and non-harmful version. The vortex, along with the bad weather, had also vanished.
I opened to the first page of the book to see what these things were called. It did not have much, except a page of an incantation. The last few lines were bolded.
“Bide the Wiccan Law ye must,
In perfect love and perfect trust,
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfil:
An ye harm none, do what ye will.
What ye send forth comes back to thee,
So ever mind the law of three,
Follow this with mind and heart,
Merry ye meet, and merry ye part.”
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