New York City, New York, USA, Present
A dark haired woman kneels before a Wiccan alter. Her dark brown eyes scanning the runes in front of her. A change is coming for me. She frowns as she looks over the symbols. "No... that isn't right." She looks over them closer. "That isn't change... not exactly. There's something different." She had been reading her runes for hours. When she finally looks up from them her eyes widen seeing the darkness outside. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she sighs as she sees the time, then looks outside her protective circle at the small white kitten eying her, tilting it's head slightly. "Thank you for being patient." Closing her ritual, she bows her head, then blows out the candles and opens her circle.
The second she stands, the kitten starts meowing at her. "I know, Fern, you're hungry. I thanked you for your patience. You waited three hours, I don't think two more minutes to allow me to stretch will kill you." She opens her pantry door digs a small scooper into a large bucket holding the kitten's food, then pours it into her dish.
After grabbing a bag of pre-made salad from the fridge, and preparing it, she settles into the couch, turning on her laptop, and starts writing down the messages she had seen in her word program. If they runes didn't foresee a change in the future for her, she was more then determined to write a spell to change her luck.
Her spells hadn't always worked. Only the minor ones, and even those were house work related. Any of the big ones to change things in her life had never worked. She rests her head back against the back of the couch staring at the computer screen as an IM pops up to greet her.
JohnSStrat: Hey there, Xandra.
She smiles at the familiar screen name before sitting forward and typing back.
WiccanWarriorXand: Hey John, how are things on the West coast?
JohnSStrat: Slow. Band hasn't made any headway.
WiccanWarriorXand: That sucks. Didn't you have that gig today?
JohnSStrat: yeah. We thought there'd be someone important there, but we were misinformed. It was a shit performance too. Our drummer was half hung over. I could have killed him.
WiccanWarriorXand: Ouch. I lit a candle for you tonight.
JohnSStrat: Girlie, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were Catholic.
WiccanWarriorXand: Good thing you know better then. I'm sure things will pick up.
JohnSStrat: How's the power training coming?
She sighs before typing. She hadn't practiced with her new power yet at all. After figuring out she could control the temperature of things around her by setting the arm of her couch on fire, she really didn't want to practice with that again. At least until she could practice in a safer environment.
WiccanWarriorXand: I haven't yet. I need a place to practice without the risk of setting something on fire.
JohnSStrat: Or freeze something.
WiccanWarriorXand: Or that. And it will be a very nice power to have once I can control it better. I'm going to try to write a spell tonight to help.
JohnSStrat: / Good luck. Hey I gotta get goin' keep your head up sweetheart.
WiccanWarriorXand: Blessed Be.
As John signs out she sighs as she puts up an away message, and frowns as she reopens her word program. For a few hours she writes out spells in different ways, none of which sound satisfying to her. The spells didn't have to rhyme, but she noticed it had a greater effect when it did. To her writing spells and mixing "potions" more herbal remedies made her feel too much like a witch that should be cackling over a huge cauldron instead of the solo practitioner she was. She was head of an on line community of Wiccans. Only a few of which knew her true secret. She held a few magical powers. She was a telekinetic, and could control plant life. And as of last week she could control temperature.
She sighs as she prints off the final spell and shuts down the laptop, moving to her bedroom after checking the lock on the door.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stares at the paper. "Tomorrow... my life is going to change. I need a good paying job... I need a better apartment, a house would be better out of the city. And this little baby will do it." She smiles at the small kitten as she jumps up on the bed beside her. "A change I need, and wealth abound, take my life, and bring me to new ground." she lights the green candle beside her bed, and sets the paper ablaze using her telekinesis to levitate the paper in the air so it would burn entirely before laying down, and pulling the covers up.
"Tomorrow will bring change. I know it."
The next morning, she awoke to an unusually bright bedroom. Rolling onto her back, she frowns. This wasn't her bed. As she opens her eyes, they widen in fear. Five men surrounded her, long blonde hair were pulled back in various ways, some had blue eyes others dark brown like her own. All of them held arrows notched into bows, pointed at her. A sixth steps between two of them, his blue eyes boring into hers. "Who are you?"
"How about you tell me who the HELL you are and why am I in the middle of the FOREST?!"
He smirks, then turns to the other men. "Take her to Lady Galadriel. She will be able to gather the truth from her."
She winces as two men stow away their bows and arrows and grab her by the arms, pulling her to her feet. This was definitely not the type of change she was looking for.