The Chosen Witch by Chandelle LaVaun

Author:Chandelle LaVaun
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wanderlost Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I groaned and pushed my long black hair out of my face. My heart rate began slowing back down, but not fast enough.

In front of me, a brick pathway about eight feet wide stretched farther than I could see. On each side of the walkway were rows and rows of headstones. In the dark, the trees surrounding me were unidentifiable, but I felt their energy calling to me like a whisper in the wind. The moss hanging from the branches swayed in the breeze.

I glared down at the pendulum. “Is this the next location in the prophecy?”

It swung a yes so wide I thought perhaps it was mocking me. I cursed. The air around me grew thick and musty, like I’d walked into an old garage. Fog seeped out of the ground and swirled around my legs. A wave of ice cold energy rolled down my spine, making me shiver so hard my teeth clattered. Every muscle in my body tensed as my fighting instinct kicked in. Something inside me screamed to flee and never look back. But I knew better. The guardian spirits meant to keep everyone out, even witches.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” I said.

Whispered voices tickled my ears, close but too soft to discern. A flash of purple light made me look to the right and I gasped. Like in my living room when I’d first tried to use the pendulum, the crystal radiated purple mist that glowed like starlight in the dark. It was trying to talk to me. I didn’t know how I knew, but I just did. It already told me I had to be here…but why?

First ally with those between the lands. That was my clue. I could figure it out. Ally meant be friendly with another group, to work together…with those between the lands. Between the lands? Originally, I’d thought the line referred to demons or evil spirits—wait. Spirits are technically between two places, Earth and the afterlife. Evil spirits would never align themselves with witches. But friendly spirits might. They were either supposed to be here, sent by a higher power, or accidentally got trapped here. I looked down at the fog swirling around my feet. The guarding spirits of this cemetery were the ones in the prophecy. That was what the line meant.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Cassandra. When she answered, I skipped the standard greeting. “The next line means we have to ally with the spirits guarding Holy Grove Cemetery.”

There was a beat of silence. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Hurry.” I swallowed down a rush of anxiety. The back of my neck tickled like someone was watching me, but everywhere I looked I found only darkness and fog. I gripped my phone harder. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Kessler, send backup to Holy Grove Cemetery now. Okay, Tennessee, we’re coming.”

I frowned. Something in her voice was off. She was short and almost cold. No words of encouragement, no optimism in the face of grave danger.

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