sorry but you're talking rubbish. I know who my mother is because I live with her. I don’t need a book to tell me that. Plus, the trick doesn’t work with me, the book looks fake.”
“I can assure you that was no trick. The book is real.”
“Well, I know my family history... so you're lying.” She couldn't think of a better reply. She had to be lying because if this was true, her life was one big lie.
Smiling, Tabitha didn't seem the least bit affected by her inability to comprehend what she was telling her. “Yes, you know your family history as you believe it to be, but your blood line is very important. It guides you to who you will become, who you are inside. Cora, you have returned. You can now take your place.”
She was at a loss for words. Clearly this woman was a mental patient who had escaped. She had saved her, but that didn’t stop her from being crazy.
Even as she thought that Tabitha was a liar, why were the creeping tendrils of doubt snaking its way up her spine?
“I don't understand.” She shook her head. Her mounting frustration appeared to make the wind pick up speed outside. “This can't be true.”
“In 1612, members of the Device family were tried and killed as witches,” Tabitha began, focusing her eyes on her, the gleam from the light making them shine like emeralds. Cora locked stares with her. It wasn’t easy to do this.
“Cora, you are a descendent of this family. Their blood flows through you; this means you are a witch.”
“No. No I'm not.” She shook her head adamant that this woman was lying to her.
“You have powers. You've had them since you were born because you are the most powerful witch of your kind. After the witch trials I cast a spell which diminished your power. There have been some cases where the trigger switch doesn't flick back on which could mean you would forever be normal.”
Cora couldn't believe what was coming out of this woman's mouth. “What?”
“I held back your powers because it made things easier for your mother. Your powers have developed and I can’t tell you how much of a relief that is. I must admit I was swimming in guilt over the lack of your abilities. We were sure you would have them by now.”
“I'm really sorry that you're sick.” She had to be, there wasn’t any other explanation for it. “I'm sorry that you have to live in a home but you need to go back. I'm sure people are looking for you.”
“No,” Tabitha laughed. “Bless you. I'm not sick. I do not live in a home although I do have a lovely home upstairs.”
“I'm not a witch.”
“How do you explain the wind?”
She opened her mouth to answer but no words followed.
“So, to continue, Alizon Device was a powerful witch, the most powerful witch I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. She was someone who had a great deal of spirit and determination, she was also one of the kindest people I knew. She had such a stubborn streak in her,” she smiled. “I can already see you're very much like your mother.”
Cora didn't dare move because this was a dream, it had to be. The wind pulsed around her, an obvious sign that something was amiss.
“Of course your mother, for all intents and purposes, was to tell you about your family history when the time felt right, I'm afraid this has taken us both by surprise. I suspect you want me to tell you about your family?”
Cora was semi aware of her head bobbing up and down in answer to Tabitha’s question.
“Your mother, I believe, was betrayed by someone, we do not know the identity of that person. At the time there were thousands of people to blame for the witch trials. During the reign of King James I witchcraft was brought into a bad light. The king believed that witches had made so me sort of pact with the devil-”
“Did you?” she interjected surprised at herself for asking.
“No. I cannot abide by witches who use their craft for evil. But King James believed this, and once he became King of Scotland
“I can assure you that was no trick. The book is real.”
“Well, I know my family history... so you're lying.” She couldn't think of a better reply. She had to be lying because if this was true, her life was one big lie.
Smiling, Tabitha didn't seem the least bit affected by her inability to comprehend what she was telling her. “Yes, you know your family history as you believe it to be, but your blood line is very important. It guides you to who you will become, who you are inside. Cora, you have returned. You can now take your place.”
She was at a loss for words. Clearly this woman was a mental patient who had escaped. She had saved her, but that didn’t stop her from being crazy.
Even as she thought that Tabitha was a liar, why were the creeping tendrils of doubt snaking its way up her spine?
“I don't understand.” She shook her head. Her mounting frustration appeared to make the wind pick up speed outside. “This can't be true.”
“In 1612, members of the Device family were tried and killed as witches,” Tabitha began, focusing her eyes on her, the gleam from the light making them shine like emeralds. Cora locked stares with her. It wasn’t easy to do this.
“Cora, you are a descendent of this family. Their blood flows through you; this means you are a witch.”
“No. No I'm not.” She shook her head adamant that this woman was lying to her.
“You have powers. You've had them since you were born because you are the most powerful witch of your kind. After the witch trials I cast a spell which diminished your power. There have been some cases where the trigger switch doesn't flick back on which could mean you would forever be normal.”
Cora couldn't believe what was coming out of this woman's mouth. “What?”
“I held back your powers because it made things easier for your mother. Your powers have developed and I can’t tell you how much of a relief that is. I must admit I was swimming in guilt over the lack of your abilities. We were sure you would have them by now.”
“I'm really sorry that you're sick.” She had to be, there wasn’t any other explanation for it. “I'm sorry that you have to live in a home but you need to go back. I'm sure people are looking for you.”
“No,” Tabitha laughed. “Bless you. I'm not sick. I do not live in a home although I do have a lovely home upstairs.”
“I'm not a witch.”
“How do you explain the wind?”
She opened her mouth to answer but no words followed.
“So, to continue, Alizon Device was a powerful witch, the most powerful witch I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. She was someone who had a great deal of spirit and determination, she was also one of the kindest people I knew. She had such a stubborn streak in her,” she smiled. “I can already see you're very much like your mother.”
Cora didn't dare move because this was a dream, it had to be. The wind pulsed around her, an obvious sign that something was amiss.
“Of course your mother, for all intents and purposes, was to tell you about your family history when the time felt right, I'm afraid this has taken us both by surprise. I suspect you want me to tell you about your family?”
Cora was semi aware of her head bobbing up and down in answer to Tabitha’s question.
“Your mother, I believe, was betrayed by someone, we do not know the identity of that person. At the time there were thousands of people to blame for the witch trials. During the reign of King James I witchcraft was brought into a bad light. The king believed that witches had made so me sort of pact with the devil-”
“Did you?” she interjected surprised at herself for asking.
“No. I cannot abide by witches who use their craft for evil. But King James believed this, and once he became King of Scotland
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