chapter 95


    Imogen’s POV


    Astral and I made a huge pentagram on the grass with salt. Luckily, it was a clear day today, only a


    soft breeze. The sky clear as the sun shone brightly down on us. Tobias watching his perfectwn with


    not a de of grass out of ce.


    “You know I only just repaired the grass from youst time you destroyed it, and now your mixing


    salt in it,” he whinged.


    “For someone as dominant and intimidating as you, I never pictured you being a green thumb


    when I met you,” I retorted.


    “I just like mywn and gardens looking nice, nothing wrong with wanting nice grass.” I shake my


    head as I hear multiple cars driving down the driveway. Looking up, five cars drive toward the house


    before stopping out the front.


    “Are you sure they won’t notify the council?” I ask Astral, worried they mighte for my son if


    they find out.


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    “Positive, witches stick to themselves, especially when ites to magic and power, none of us


    want it falling into the wrongs hands” She tells me as we walk around greeting them. The car doors


    open, and women jump out. There were about twelve women who got out, all looking around nervously.


    Astral introduces everyone and exins what’s going on with Thaddeus. Some look sceptical, others


    scared, and I realise the situation is more dire than I first thought.


    I also noticed by their Auras that there were three air users, three water, three earth and three fire


    users here. Leaving me and the oracle the only spirit users.


    “Why so many?” I ask Astral. Making her turn to me.


    “His magic at the moment is contained inside him and still weak, but once we draw on it. It will


    awaken and fight against us. It won’t be trapped easily. Unfortunately, you and I are the only spirit users


    alive, so it will take its toll on us the most. Especially you because your magic is tainted and you’re


    Thaddeus’s mother so it may even try to reach out to you recognising you as a safe ce, but you


    mustn’t give into it.


    Suddenly Josiah and Caroline pull up. Caroline jumps out of the car. “What’s this I hear about


    witchesing and doing stuff to my grandson I demand answers now” She says walking over. Josiah


    walks over calmly cing a hand on Caroline’s shoulder making her rx. Tobias and Theo walk out.


    “Come, we will exin,” he says waving his mother into the house. She eyes us suspiciously


    before stalking inside. The witches all walk out the back to the pentagram and I watch as each one


    lines up behind their elemental point. Astral moves to the centre and pulls five small des from her


    pocket. She then walks over and hands the first witch at each point a de, before bringing thest


    de and standing on the top point with me. I watch horrified as each one slices their palm before


    holding it over the point dripping blood into the pentagram, they then move handing the knife to the


    next and they do the same.


    Astral does the same before handing me the de.


    “This doesn’t feel very hygienic” I tell her as I slice my palm and imitate her actions. Astral


    chuckles.


    “You will be fine, your dead already anyway what the worst that could happen” Sheughs. Each


    witch, then circles around the outer ring of the pentagram and Caroline walks out with Thaddeus in her


    arms.


    “I’m telling you witches now, harm even one follicle of hair on that kid’s head and I will eat every


    one of you,” she says shing her fangs for emphasis before cing him in the centre of the


    Pentagram. He grabs fistfuls of the grass, making his father groan as he pulls it from the roots. I


    chuckle before a silence falls over everyone as they join hands.


    I watch the magic go from hand to hand, spreading through each person before finally reaching


    me. I gasp at its strength as we channel each other’s power. When the magic hits Astral, she shudders,


    and her eyes ze over before turning an eerie white. Thaddeus must be able to feel the power as he


    stops and watches for a second before going back to ripping the grass out.


    Astral starts muttering under her breath, looking up at the sky before looking straight ahead. She


    chants in a foreignnguage and I watch as each witch’s eyes ze over matching Astral’s. They chant


    one by one and when I feel it roll over me. I shudder and be frozen in ce, my lips moving yet I


    don’t understand the words leaving them, but I can feel power building to immeasurable levels.


    Suddenly Thaddeus squeals loudly and my eyes snap to his. They burn brightly flickering between the


    silver to gold and red then go ck even his scleras go ck. I want to go to him and tell him he is


    okay, yet I can’t move a muscle. Locked in ce. I see Caroline go to step forward, Josiah pulls her


    back.


    At first, I didn’t understand why. Until I saw it. There was a thick mist escaping from my son. He


    wasn’t in any pain as it slipped out of his fingertips and toes. It poured out of him before forming a cloud


    above him, growing in size. The clear sky turned to night as strong winds whipped around us. The cold


    of the wind stinging my skin. Lightening cracked above us, and I looked towards Astral. All the witches


    looking to her in rm as we watched my son’s magic grow bigger. Zapping loudly, angry, and


    malevolent. The temperature dropped massively. I could see our breath in the air and the sky turned


    dark and angry. The noise was so loud as the winds picked up to hurricane levels.


    I thought we were going to be blown away when suddenly I felt the ground move. Roots shooting


    from the ground and wrapping around everyone’s feet, holding us in ce.


    Everyone had stopped chanting now and I could feel the energying of my son’s magic and it


    terrified me. I thought my magic was dark, but I couldn’t imagine anything more terrifying as the magic


    that was my son. If my magic were dark, his was a ck hole nothing could escape it as I felt myself


    being drawn to it. It started absorbing everyone’s power. Consuming our magic like it was nothing but


    air. I felt the air be trapped in my lungs as I fought the urge to let go of Astral hands.


    “Hold the circle, don’t let it break” Astral screamed. Sweat beaded all over my body as I fought


    against the urge to let go and run.


    “Keep it centred, push it inside itself” I tried to do as she said but it was like pushing on a brick wall.


    Everyone straining, trying to hold on when suddenly I felt it pierce me. The magic hitting me in the


    centre of my chest. Stabbing pain radiating throughout my body and I felt every hair on my body stand


    on end.


    “Fight it Imogen, it can feel your magic. Ground yourself” Her voice hypnotic, running through my


    head. Suddenly I see images shing before my eyes. Like an old ck-and-white movie. Images of


    my childhood, images of my mother. Memories flooding into me and memories of my father. Memories I


    didn’t know existed, suppressed, and hidden away. He was always there, then he would leave taking


    the memories with him and each time taking a piece of my mother who was left to find the only


    happiness she could, in the bottom of a bottle. Only to return and her light would return, only for it to


    leave once he would go again, and I recognised that sadness that fell over her. It was the sadness of


    being without your mate. Memories of my magic before my mother took it away, memories of her giving


    hers up for me. Thest memory I have of my father is at a park and a woman I instantly recognised as


    Bianca arguing with him. I was just a child at the time.


    Memories of my mother dying, memories of Tobias and Theo and the months of being together.


    Every memory we shared all shing before my eyes at lightning speed.


    I hear Astral screaming for me to find my grounding and push the magic out. That’s when the


    picture stills and I find it. My grounding ce, my meaning for living. The very person my life is worth


    fighting for. The one thing that matters most in this world. My son smiling back at me as he grasps air


    for me to pick him up. That one image, yet in it I felt nothing but love. Nothing but eptance. The one


    person I wouldy my life down for, repeatedly, just to make sure he could live his.


    I feel tears run down my cheek and a strength I never knew I had built within me as I feel light


    consume me. I scream as I feel it burst from me, shoving the darkness back before wrapping around


    the darkness, gripping it tightly. My surroundings bing that of the yard and the witches


    surrounding me. Like an stic band, everything snaps back into ce. I watch as my magic grips the


    darkness, strangling it and holding it in ce, when suddenly Astral breaks the circle but my magic still


    holds. She then walks to the centre of the circle with my bracelet in her hand and I watch amazed as it


    is sucked into the charm before I feel the ground shake and air rushes past us before everything stills.


    The clouds up above clearing and storm dissipating.


    Astral then walks over and ces the bracelet in my hand. “Keep this safe” She says. I nod before


    cing it on my wrist. The pendant glows angry but trapped forever, concealed within the confines of


    the vines and pentagram.


    Silence falls over everyone before everyone murmurs excitedly, and I am left feeling nothing less


    than whole. For once, my life finally making sense as a new sense of rity washes over me. Bending


    down, I pick up Thaddeus and he happily tugs on my shirt. I kiss his head and Tobias and Theoe


    over hugging us.


    “I saw him?” I whisper.


    “Saw who?” Theo asks.


    “My father, he was always there I just didn’t know it” I tell them. Everyone stays for coffee and


    lunch and by the time everyone leaves I am exhausted. Crawling in bed, Iy between Theo and


    Tobias. Thaddeus asleep in his crib.


    “What a week?” I mutter,pletely drained.


    “Hmm, its nearly over though one more obstacle than it is done,” Tobias says, rolling over and


    wrapping his arm around my waist.


    “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” I shake my head as barbaric as it was to fight to the death, I


    wasn’t nervous. I just wanted it all over with so we can move on with our lives.


    “No, I can handle Bianca. It’s after that I am nervous about.”


    “Why is that?” he asks.


    “Because we can finally move on with our lives. We have always had distractions, things getting in


    the way, it will be strange when it’s just all of us for eternity” I tell them.


    “What do you mean?” Theo asks, rolling over to face me.


    “I mean that after it is all said done, I need to do what my mother did to protect me. I need to give


    up my magic and be like you.”