I still have a few things to finish before our trip tomorrow.” Caris’s smile was genuine but it didn’t effectively hide her nerves.
“No problem. I’ve got a stack of laundry to get through and need to call the Center to rearrange my appointments. Thanks for coming over, though.” Trin felt awkward but relaxed when both Caris and Jason hugged her as they left.
“I’ll call you later,” Jason added with a wink.
Trin closed the door, then turned and raced back to the cellar. She opened the carved wooden box atop the cupboard and pulled out her favored tarot deck. Rapidly shuffling the cards, she practically threw them onto the altar. Three cards; one for past, present, and future.
Trin acknowledged the Magician card as her past, no surprises there. But the present and future cards had her undivided attention.
The Seven of Swords indicated deceit and deception surrounding her present, while the reversed Tower forewarned her of major changes where she could no longer count on those close to her.
Trin took a deep breath and focused her third eye on the second image, hoping it would reveal its secrets.
Flashes of bone and hair slashed through her mind like pictures reflected on sharp shards of glass. Blood and stone, and now three ghostly apparitions. Astral images of her and her sisters all fighting something and always losing.
Trin sucked in a breath and broke the connection, worried she’d make contact with this evil before she was ready. She promised Kit not to do real magic until her return, and after what she’d just witnessed, Trin would definitely be waiting for her sister before casting circle to look any further.
“What was that?” Caris’s voice sounded behind her.
Trin jumped. “Oh my god, Caris, you scared me.”
Caris was standing stock still and white faced. “What was that, Trin?” she repeated.
“What do you mean? I was just doing a quick reading for myself. And no offense, but why are you here? I thought you and Jason were headed home.”
“We were until I remembered my pendulum was lying in your cellar. I knocked and you didn’t answer, so I came in and announced I was coming down. Didn’t you hear me?”
“No. I was lost in my vision, I guess.” Trin reached under the altar and retrieved Caris’s pendulum from where it had previously fallen. “Here you go.”
“Thanks. And I don’t mean to pry, but you say you were having a vision, but how can that be if I saw it too?”
Trin gasped. “What do you mean?”
“I saw three faint images locked in a never-ending battle, playing out in the middle of the room, like a movie projected against a wall of fog.”
“You saw it? Here in this room?” Trin shivered.
“Yes. Exactly what kind of witch are you, Trin?”
Trin stood, dumfounded, debating if she should share her secret with Caris or not. Kit’s words from another lifetime, however, rang loudly in her ears. “You revealed yourself once and ended up on a pyre. Keep silent, sister.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Caris. I’m a Wiccan witch, same as you.”
Caris grabbed Trin’s shoulders. “No. I don’t think so, Trin. You’re special and I’m so glad to have you as a friend.”
Trin fell into Caris’s embrace, then waved goodbye as she retreated up the stairs. Had she dodged another bullet? Only time would tell.
IPSWICH, MASSACHUSETTS
1693
“Karina, please calm down. What are you saying, ‘you’ve ruined us all’?” Jeremiah asked.
“I’ve just returned from Sarah Bishop’s where I eased an infant’s colic cries for her new neighbor, Ann Putnam. I couldn’t help myself, Jeremiah, the baby was in so much pain.”
“You’re a healer, Karina, how could you possibly do anything but?” He placed a kiss atop her head.
“When I gave the mother a tonic to use, she accepted it finely, but as I took my leave I saw an evil about her, hidden behind her eyes.”
Kara and Kenna walked into the kitchen as Jeremiah began to respond. Karina
“No problem. I’ve got a stack of laundry to get through and need to call the Center to rearrange my appointments. Thanks for coming over, though.” Trin felt awkward but relaxed when both Caris and Jason hugged her as they left.
“I’ll call you later,” Jason added with a wink.
Trin closed the door, then turned and raced back to the cellar. She opened the carved wooden box atop the cupboard and pulled out her favored tarot deck. Rapidly shuffling the cards, she practically threw them onto the altar. Three cards; one for past, present, and future.
Trin acknowledged the Magician card as her past, no surprises there. But the present and future cards had her undivided attention.
The Seven of Swords indicated deceit and deception surrounding her present, while the reversed Tower forewarned her of major changes where she could no longer count on those close to her.
Trin took a deep breath and focused her third eye on the second image, hoping it would reveal its secrets.
Flashes of bone and hair slashed through her mind like pictures reflected on sharp shards of glass. Blood and stone, and now three ghostly apparitions. Astral images of her and her sisters all fighting something and always losing.
Trin sucked in a breath and broke the connection, worried she’d make contact with this evil before she was ready. She promised Kit not to do real magic until her return, and after what she’d just witnessed, Trin would definitely be waiting for her sister before casting circle to look any further.
“What was that?” Caris’s voice sounded behind her.
Trin jumped. “Oh my god, Caris, you scared me.”
Caris was standing stock still and white faced. “What was that, Trin?” she repeated.
“What do you mean? I was just doing a quick reading for myself. And no offense, but why are you here? I thought you and Jason were headed home.”
“We were until I remembered my pendulum was lying in your cellar. I knocked and you didn’t answer, so I came in and announced I was coming down. Didn’t you hear me?”
“No. I was lost in my vision, I guess.” Trin reached under the altar and retrieved Caris’s pendulum from where it had previously fallen. “Here you go.”
“Thanks. And I don’t mean to pry, but you say you were having a vision, but how can that be if I saw it too?”
Trin gasped. “What do you mean?”
“I saw three faint images locked in a never-ending battle, playing out in the middle of the room, like a movie projected against a wall of fog.”
“You saw it? Here in this room?” Trin shivered.
“Yes. Exactly what kind of witch are you, Trin?”
Trin stood, dumfounded, debating if she should share her secret with Caris or not. Kit’s words from another lifetime, however, rang loudly in her ears. “You revealed yourself once and ended up on a pyre. Keep silent, sister.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Caris. I’m a Wiccan witch, same as you.”
Caris grabbed Trin’s shoulders. “No. I don’t think so, Trin. You’re special and I’m so glad to have you as a friend.”
Trin fell into Caris’s embrace, then waved goodbye as she retreated up the stairs. Had she dodged another bullet? Only time would tell.
IPSWICH, MASSACHUSETTS
1693
“Karina, please calm down. What are you saying, ‘you’ve ruined us all’?” Jeremiah asked.
“I’ve just returned from Sarah Bishop’s where I eased an infant’s colic cries for her new neighbor, Ann Putnam. I couldn’t help myself, Jeremiah, the baby was in so much pain.”
“You’re a healer, Karina, how could you possibly do anything but?” He placed a kiss atop her head.
“When I gave the mother a tonic to use, she accepted it finely, but as I took my leave I saw an evil about her, hidden behind her eyes.”
Kara and Kenna walked into the kitchen as Jeremiah began to respond. Karina
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