The Witch in the Mirror – Part 8

Half an hour later Emily was on her bed, lying on her stomach. The green book—journal, whatever it was—was open and propped up against a pillow. Emily’s lips moved as she read.

The clock in the kitchen ticked loudly as she kept reading until late into the night. Her eyes began to get tired and she put the book down and lay her head against the pillow.

What was it with that Alyce anyway? Was she just bored? Or was there really witchcraft? Witchcraft! Imagine if there really was such a thing as witchcraft. If there was I would create my own very best friend.

Emily wondered if there were more books about witches in the school library. Tomorrow she would go and look. She felt a tingle of excitement and picked up the book again.

As she turned the page a small booklet fell out.

She picked it up carefully. The pages of the booklet were old and musty. Emily opened it to reveal what looked like a simple handwritten poem on the first page.

By circle one begin my spell

By circle two my love will dwell

By circle three bring her to me

By circle four for evermore

Repeat this spell three times every night to get your heart’s desire—by light of the third moon following the solstice your true love will be revealed but beware for the untrue heart will turn this spell into a curse for all eternity. It can only be undone by a stitch of true love’s hair.

Use with caution was scribbled in pencil down the side of the page. Emily turned page after page to reveal more of the same. There were strange symbols drawn all over the booklet.

Was this poetry or—or was it really a spell book? There was no such thing was there?

She ran her fingers over the symbols, tracing the shapes of interlocking circles and triangles. There was a faint tingling in her fingertips, like static electricity. She quickly pulled her hand away.

Maybe it was just her imagination. With the tip of her index finger she traced the symbol again—no, it was definitely tingling. Then she thought she heard whispering again. She quickly put the booklet back between the pages of the green book and put the book under her pillow. Her heart was racing as she rolled over and turned out the light.

Moments later she sat up and pulled the book out again. She had to find out more. She opened it up and began reading,

The crescent represents the waxing and waning of the moon. Crescent is derived from the Latin word creare which means to create, so the crescent moon is linked with the creative power of the mother Goddess. Eastward pointing horns indicate a waxing crescent.

Emily turned the page and kept reading.

Pentacle—its apex points upward toward the divine Goddess. It also suggests the importance of five aspects—earth, air, water, fire and spirit.

By the time her mother came home later that night Emily had fallen asleep. Mrs Wells smiled as she pulled the doona over her daughters shoulder. She didn’t notice the green book poking out from under the pillow.

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