Saturday Story 2024 – Week 26 (A Sign of Evil – Part 16)
Part sixteen of this supernatural/witchcraft/mind control story is now available on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Lila Walters, a good witch, finds herself entangled in a fight for the minds and souls of those she loves the most.
In today’s installment, Lila escapes Tabitha’s minions but the teleportation spell goes wrong. Please enjoy.
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A small excerpt is available below:
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Lila was being hurled through the magical vortex, all sense of reason and direction lost to her. Seeing her mother sacrifice herself for her safety had been the last drop that made the cup of her mind overflow. She was angry and the seething rage was a dangerous adviser. It had already destroyed her concentration and was threatening to take the last remaining threads of sanity with it. Desperate to stay on track and avoid an untimely demise by teleporting inside a wall or to the vastness of space, she replayed Sarah’s last telepathic message and followed the flow as close to the proposed destination as possible. The landing was rough and painful.
The young witch’s body slammed into the mountainous soil with a sickening thud, the impact echoing through her bones and reverberating in her ears. She felt the sharp sting of rocks cutting into her skin, and the searing pain shooting up her nerves as she skidded to a stop. Gasping for breath, she lay there for a moment, dazed and disoriented.
Blinking away the haze of confusion, Lila pushed herself up to a sitting position, groaning as she felt the bruises blooming in her arms and back. The air around her was thick with the salty scent of the nearby sea, the sound of crashing waves filling her ears like a soothing lullaby.
As she looked around, Lila realized she was on the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the water that stretched out to the horizon. Seagulls wheeled overhead, their cries blending with the gentle rustle of the wind. Residual traces of the teleportation spell fizzled in the air, leaving a faint tingle on her skin. Shaking off the remnants of her disorientation, she forced herself to stand, wincing at the throbbing ache in her limbs.
“Where am I?” she thought, a splintering headache muffling her inner voice. “Am I even in the right place?”
The answer was yes and no. Her mother had told her the rendezvous point was in Scotland but her troubled mind had put her off-course at least five hundred miles. She tried sending a message to Fiadh but she was too exhausted to get even the simplest of spells going. The urgency of her mission flooded back to her yet there was something else she needed to look into. She wasn’t out of danger, not by a long shot.
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