Meredith Martin is being hunted by evil, for something she is destined to become, but knows nothing about.
We walked about twenty feet. Behind a large wall of trees, we came into a small open space. We stopped, and she guided me down to a small circle on the ground. It was about three feet in diameter and looked to be made from a mixture of flowers, pine needles, and some type of ash. She sat across from me and asked for my hands. I reached over, placing my hands into hers, mimicking her by crossing my legs into an Indian-style position. Immediately, energy rushed over me. There was a tingling sensation shooting throughout my body, and for the first time, I actually believed that powers did exist somewhere in me.
“Follow my lead. Just relax, let your body open up to the energy and the natural elements. I will take care of everything else.”
She closed her eyes, so I did the same. She began to murmur something under her breath, and I tried my hardest not to concentrate on her voice. Instead, I let every bone and muscle in my body relax. It was difficult at first, but slowly it felt like my body was melting into the earth. I was tempted to open my eyes to see what was happening, but I resisted. Soon I was totally zoned out, feeling like I was having almost an out-of-body experience.
Then there was silence. No wind rustling the leaves in the trees above us, no birds chirping happily, and no more chanting from Abby. I sat there frozen, unable to open my eyes in fear of what I would see if I did.
“Okay, all done,” Abby said after just a few minutes. “That went better than I could have expected.”
With some hesitation, I opened up my eyes and was shocked at what I saw. Nothing had changed. Absolutely nothing. “That’s it?” I asked, curiously.
“That’s it? Is that your way of saying thank you?” she teased. “I will have you know that that was one of the easiest summoning spells I have ever done. It was like the power was about to erupt out of you any second. All it needed was a little guidance.”
“Sorry, I was not trying to insult your work … It’s just that I was expecting something a little different.”
Heather London is a young adult author who loves to write stories full of fantasy, romance, and science fiction. She is a lover of only the finest of coffee and premium craft beer, but will settle for anything chocolate, regardless of its quality. Heather lives with her husband in Dallas, TX where she is currently working hard on her next project.