Demonized

Shadows rippled across the ink black water, they danced against the melody in the wind. The trees swayed in the distance, but the ones closest to you were stone still. The wind whispered, soothing your troubled state, relaxing you. There were no chirps to be heard, no light footsteps of running squirrels to be noticed. There was no sound, no life, no light except for one glowing on the porch, flickering in the shadows.

I looked on at your figure, back straight, hands curled on your knees, your head never falling. I could bet your gaze never faltered from the ripples on the ink black water, the cool, undisturbed realm. You sat by the lake, your legs crossed, your body stiff, your semi transparent hair, blowing in the subtle wind, glowing against the faint light.

You breathed in some air, but you seemed to not enjoy breathing it in at all. No sound could be heard, no story was being told, it was like someone hit the mute button for the world, it was like the world knew you needed your space to think, to believe that their truly was something better out there.

I loosened my muscles and gently set my foot down, one in front of the other, I approached you quietly, my head hung, my eyes drifted. I knelt beside you, my eyes silently tracing our family heirloom. A torc with snake serpent heads at the two ends, hissing. I watched you silently twist and fumble with it, tears streaking down your ashen face, a face that was once filled with such life, but now filled with such emptiness.

I dragged out a sigh from my mouth as I stared out at the ink black water. As I watched the ripples dance across the water, there was a wetness gathering around my cheeks. They were tears, I realized slowly. Tears of pain and anger-a fury so potent it tas...

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... could be seen burning inside. We needed to move. Now that the bodies inside were burned we needed to get away from the site. I picked you up and began walking down the driveway path. Now that the Wenaswing had possession of your body it would only be a matter of time before it came back out and looked for food, being a cannibal and all, eating from the living or dead. I glanced at Logan, a good friend of mine. He was a male witch, a powerful one at that. Recently he had been trying to help us find a cure for our curse. Even he understood how cruel it was to live with this beast inside of you. Our family house exploded behind us, I kept walking, I couldn’t turn back. We were on our own now, and I could not lose you too to that beast.

It took the rest of our family, but I would not let it take you. I wouldn’t let it, this is my one and only mission…keeping you safe.