A Wiccan's Revenge
It was as if time had stopped when she rushed up the stairs. Her long, whirling auburn hair flowing as she trekked to her room. Each stair almost seemed like an individual hill that stretched for miles. When she at last made it to her room, she unlocked it hurriedly. She never even noticed the typical smells of such a room, for alls she could smell was revenge. Opening her book, she began to look for what she would need. She knew some dark practioners and had taken spells from them, not knowing when she would use them. Tonight was such a night, when one loses their wings for demonic horns.
Cardia had always been a strict follower of the Rede and the Law of Three. Her craft was devoted to helping her neighbors, friends and family. It seemed that positive energy was always about, in reward for the things she did for others. Tonight, something had placed a dam on that energy. Now she reaked of the opposite forces. It was eleven on the dot when she had received the call. He was dead and she had nothing. Her only child, her baby, her light...had been purged from the world. Killed by a neighbor she had always been counsel for on long nights. She could almost smell the alcohol on his breath from her sacred room. How that one thing had butchered her child. He had been arrested and she would press charges. However, she would not stop there. Flipping through the pages of her large tome, she was going to press magickally. Even if it meant sacrificing herself, she would curse him for his entire, pathetic life.
It took several minutes before she found the gray colored pages containing what she would need. Turning triumphantly, she went to her cabinet for the components of her curse. Pulling out graveyard dirt, dried onion peels, black pepper, a picture of him she had used for his wife's healing spell, and a raven's feather, she began her ways into darkness. She lit a fire in the fireplace, chanting to the spirits of the flame. Numb to the consequences, she wanted him to lose everything as he had done to her. Her son had only been a freshman in college, and now his future had been stolen from him.
Placing a few more logs of yew wood in the fireplace, she returned to her book. She looked upon it slowly...thirty-nine years of devotion had created it. For a moment, she felt guilty for turning upon her oaths. Only a moment, before Cardia returned to her spell. She took her book, components and her meditation mat to sit before the fireplace. Throwing some onion peels into the fire, she called upon Hecate in her warrior-crone form. She had never felt the dark energy before, but it satiated her needs for revenge. It was if she had been given an ebony goblet and was greedy for more. Grabbing her raven's feather, she used it to call upon the four elements in their shadowy, combative forms.
The fire responded to her call, rising a tad higher and growing a crimson red. Her eyes dark and twisted, she held the picture of the man she meant to torture. She sprinkled graveyard dirt and black pepper onto it, getting ready to seal the deal. It was then she heard the knock on the door of her sacred room. Ignoring who it might be, she began to chant the incantation.
Another knock occured, and she continued to ignore it. She was going to finish what she started to do. No one...man, deity, or beast...was going to stop her she swore to herself. He took a life from her, she was going to take his. A fair deal to her, at that time. With her chant, the flames grew to a dark, bloody red. There were two more knocks before she stopped. Was the Goddess trying to stop her? Tears of anger began to fall, she felt betrayed by the Lady she had become a servant of. A muffled voice followed another knock, confusing Cardia even more.
Rising from her mat by the fireplace, she walked slowly to the door. A knock made her jump as she went to open the door. When she opened it, she found no one human. She found a white furred cat, looking up to her with deep ocean blue eyes. The same color eyes that her son once had on his cherubic face.
Gasping in horror at her discovery, she slammed the door shut before the cat could enter. She placed her back to the door and slid down it to sit on the floor. She began to weep for a multitude of reasons. For almost sealing a curse on a man weak by liquor, for turning against her oaths and training, and for not accepting the cycle of life. She could hear the cat calling to her from the other side of the door, feeling neglected. Craning her head upwards, she sent a silent 'forgive me' to her Goddess.
Standing in remorse, she went to her book and tore the gray colored pages from it. Turning to the flames which had resumed their regular color, she threw the severed darkness into the fire. She announced there that she would beat darkness and embrace the light she had strayed from. She tossed the picture in next, praying that he would learn to purge what he had done. A call from the door gained her attention as she moved to answer it. Opening the door, the cat moved in slowly, watching her and the sacred room. Cardia gently picked him up and smiled as she stroked his long fur. The cat rubbed against her chin and she whispered to him, "Welcome home, my son."
Walking down stairs with her newborn child, she picked up the phone to call the man she wanted to destroy. Her song, laying comfortably in her other arm purred as he slept. It was time to talk, to move forward and to grieve. It rang for a long time before it was answered. The first words that came out of his mouth were, "I am so sorry..." Nodding as she held the phone she replied with great calmness and ease, "We will work together, you and I..." He wept to her as she comforted him. Looking out the window, the moon seemed to cry along with Cardia as she talked to him through the night...