Awakening
“Mi’rai! Wake up I can hear Marharae scream I must have royally fucked up this time! Why else would she wake me from a beautiful slumber? Only I can’t remember what I could’ve done.
I was just having the most amazing dream of my essence he has the most intoxicating voice and he smelled of fresh rainwater. With him came the wind and the promise to cool my flame.
“The room is on fire!” You must control yourself or we are all doomed!” I could hear Marharae plead through her heartfelt cries!
The fire is persistent pain in my ass! Not only does it consume my body with flames; the blaze is now a danger to the very people I love and live to protect!
My essence does not belong to the coven. That’s been obviously since my eighteenth when I didn’t feel the luminescence.
Unlike the additional supernatural creatures’ witches can only propagate with their soulmates. The chances my essence is out there waiting on me is slim to none. Without an heir the line of celestial magic ceases with me the life force of the covens. Infant and elderly, warlock, or witch it didn’t matter! Everyone’s life will be forfeited the moment I take my last breath.
“Mi’rai”! “For the love of the ancestors” please forgive for this my, queen. “I don’t want to die yet!” she doesn’t want to die yet? What the fuck is she talking about? What room is on fire? Why would Marharae die? My thoughts were interrupted, I felt horrid as if my soul had been snatched out of my body and forcibly returned!
Immediately, almost instinctively my hand reached to caress my cheek. Intensely staring at Marharae is this what she meant? “umva’mentu`vare” Marharae is standing before me. “How dare you”? “Speak, explain yourself at once”!
The only reason Marharae is not living her worse fears and dead on the floor is the love that I have for her! She is my guardian and the closest person. I ever had a mother. Marharae collects herself: Umva’mentu`vare is a summoning spell. Relocating the summoned from anywhere to the presence of the one who summons. Marharae bows instinctively showing her respect for me. Inhaling a few deep breaths, she then grabs me in a loving embrace. I’m utterly fucking confused right now! When did sleeping become dangerous? “Apologies my queen, I could not wake you. Yo, you, your” “come on spit it out Marharae why are you stammering upon your words”? I asked annoyed Marharae lifted her hands. My eyes follow her every movement.
My heart falls to the deepest depths of the underworld. My chambers clouded with smoke are destroyed. The walls are scorched, and the chocolate cotton rug that once laid over the burnt maple flooring was completely reduced to ashes. The logs that recently sat in the fireplace lace were no longer there. Smoke stained the brinks along with the fireplace. As I took a step closer the wood creak because of the fires damage “What did what the hell did I” I stammered on my words half from shock mostly from the smoke dancing around my room. “Shhh don’t panic calm down you’ll alert the elders. We must act fast. “I’ll deal with the smell; you get rid of the smoke and damages”. “Marharae I’m so; I begin to explain. Shh, she silences me we’ll talk about it later.”
