Every Giervalkien witch remembers receiving his or her first invitation to the Verenigin Fields. After turning of age, on the dawn of the first field gathering, an invitation appeared on the witch’s night table.
With great anticipation the witch held the newly arrived invitation in his or her hands and waited for the magick to crawl into their heart and search for pure intentions. It started with a warm glow that traveled through their fingertips and hummed in their hands. The warmth slowly crawled up the witch’s arms like tentacles tentatively circling and searching. The warmth left a wake and traveled faster as it swirled around their head, neck and chest. Finally plunging into their heart. If pure intentions were found, the warm glow would course through the witch's veins and the invitation would guide the witch to the fields. If evil or ill will were discovered, the warmth would turn icy cold. Then the invitation would wither away and turn to ash. This process was repeated each time the witches were called to gather in the Verenigin Fields.
That morning Angela heard Sadie whoop and holler from her adjoining room. She knew that Sadie had picked up her invitation and received the familiar, warm welcome.
But this time Angela was afraid to touch her invitation. While she meant no harm to the witches, she had ill will in her heart.
Her husband, Jerund, had been killed in battle almost two years ago, her daughter, Rayla, had jumped through a Witches Window just three months ago, and Angela blamed all of this on Malik. Her heart was empty from her loss and hatred had slipped in to fill the space. Would the invitation misread her intentions? Or would it be compassionate and understand? Angela was unsure and afraid to find out.
Sadie bounced into Angela’s room and jumped onto the bed. She brazenly, as any sibling would, leaned over Angela and snatched up the invitation.
“No,” Angela said annoyed and turned away.
“What are you waiting for?” Sadie questioned and pressed the invitation into Angela’s hands.
Warmth spread over her hands and traveled up her arms. While the magick swirled around her head and neck, Angela exhaled. She had forgotten how good this felt. When the glow reached her heart, it paused. Angela’s heart was pounding. Those fleeting seconds felt like a lifetime.
What was taking so long?
She looked up at her twin, tears filled Angela’s sapphire blue eyes. But Sadie was doing a jig on the bed, unaware of her sister’s angst. Then it happened. The pause ended and the warmth plunged into Angela’s heart. Pure unconditional love coursed through her veins.
Sadie saw the shock on Angela’s face.
“Of course you get to go,” Sadie said and leaned over to hug Angela. Then whispered in her ear. “No matter how much we hate that shriveled up old beast Malik.”
Angela returned the hug. She was blessed to have Sadie in her life.
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