Wild Magic 54

Kinda short, with a big change. Please comment!

Tim told me that we needed to have a private and very serious talk about our relationship. He asked if it would be all right to pick me up at 7 that night, and I agreed. Of course, as soon as I agreed, I got very anxious. Had I messed everything up?

Please, God, don’t let this be the end of us. I love him so much.

Looking back, I'm amazed at what has happened to us, and how far we’ve come since my transformation. I’ve gone from being a Football player to a Krispy Kritter, and then a young woman, before I found out that I was a witch, learnt that I’m very powerful and potentially immortal, and got engaged to a guy!

Just a few minor changes.

I dressed casually but nice, and then waited for 7. Wow, does this clock need batteries? Maybe I need to wind it? Tim was there early (Thank you Lord!), so we took off in the Jeep. He took me down to the lake to talk. The woods where we usually talk are near a landfill, and sometimes, when the wind is wrong, it gets a bit nasty there. This was one of those nights.

Grand Haven was quiet, with the end of the season, and a bit chilly down by the beach. We parked in the lot of a bar/restaurant, and then walked to the beach. We held hands, and I wondered, is this the last time? I wanted to cry, but I held it together for a while longer. Finally I couldn’t wait.

“Tim, are you mad at me?”

“Mad? No! I love you,honey. Please, never forget that. You’re my world, sweetheart.”

My heart started beating again in relief.

“Then what’s up with the relationship talk? You really had me scared.”

He looked thoughtful for a minute. “I see that I did, and I’m sorry, sweetheart. I promise, I will not ever leave you willingly. I just wanted to suggest possible changes to a few plans.”

“Plans? Which plans, what changes?

He looked nervously at the sand.

“What would you say to a Christmas Wedding?”

“I’d bet our parents would freak, is my first thought. My next thought is to wonder why you want this?”

Tim looked embarrassed and unsure. “I don’t know why, It just seems important.”

I kissed him, and at the same moment I sent a probe into his mind and found just what I had expected, he was being manipulated. I decided to quietly try following his biofeedback to the source of the manipulation, and I scored, big time.

I was in a room with ten women of differing ages. I marked the location, then instantly went back to my mind and teleported myself to the room. My appearance startled them, but I shut them all up with a restraining spell and called Elisabette.

*Hey, teacher!* I called. *Elisabette!*

*On my way, dear* Not even a second later, she appeared in the room.

“Well done, Emily.” She looked around the room, probing. “That one is the leader,” She said, focusing on a middle aged women, dressed in some Goth like clothing. She had black hair, a lacey, knee length skirt with a corset of black leather and a black choker, with golden hoops in her ears. “I need to take a little look.” She closed her eyes, and then reopened them a few seconds later, and the woman in black passed out.

“Most of these are sheep, and only by forming a circle do they have power, which this one (indicating the woman in black), uses to cause mischief. I’ll hold these three, disperse the rest, please.”

The women found themselves in an office, upstairs in a police station, with no idea how they got there, and no memory of Elisabette or myself, nor any recollection of magic.

Back to the fun. Elisabette was listening to the woman in the Goth outfit, who was screaming almost constantly.

“You have no right to hold us! Release us and leave this place, or else!” She hollered, and her friends agreed. Loudly.

Elisabette looked at them and all three gradually shut up. They stared at her, all of them very frightened.

“I am the Sorceress, leader of the prime council. We have many questions, and we will have our answers.”

The only question in my mind was, were these the ladies responsible for the most recent attacks on Tim and I?

I walked up to the Goth woman and took her hand. I scanned through her memories; getting angrier and angrier as I saw that she had been the one who had planned and sometimes caused our accident, my anxiety, Jacks distress and Tim’s impatience.

Elisabette looked at the woman. “My dear, you had better start coming up with answers. You are in extreme danger right now.”

I looked her in the eyes. “This is your car, correct?” I indicated the Impala sitting outside. She nodded. Without ever looking away from her eyes, I crushed her car into a small cube, then ‘ported it inside and dropped it next to her.

“Now I’d like some answers, and I’d like them now,” I said calmly, as I compressed her car like a stress ball. “Who is behind these attacks?”
“I can’t-he’ll kill me!” She said.

“I won’t kill you.” I told her. “You wouldn’t suffer long enough, and I want it to last for a long time. How about a nice set of third degree burns, the pain which doesn’t end? That’s more like it!” I produced a large ball of fire in my hand and approached her, which started her screaming. I think she knew I wasn’t bluffing. My anger was white-hot.

“Okay, Em, let me do this, okay?” Elisabette asked me.

“She's hurt my family, my friends and me!” I cried, turning the flame up even more. “She owes me!”

“Please, don‘t let her burn me! He’s a Demon, his na-” To my surprise, she instantly burst into flames, screaming as she burnt into ashes while I stood there and spit into the flames. The other two women vanished. Whether they were alive or dead, I don’t know. Elisabette stood looking at me, and I could feel her disappointment from where I stood. I burst into tears and teleported back to my fiancé.

I fell into Tim’s arms, crying uncontrollably. “What happened?” Tim asked.

Elisabette appeared. “She was pushed past her boundaries, and her anger almost took over. She will need to have some time to recover, and she will need you, Tim. I hadn’t realized how she affected she had been.”

“She’ll be alright?” Tim asked.

“She needs time, and love, but she’ll be fine.” Elisabette smiled. “She was so concerned with protecting you, and so angry. Take her home, Tim. Hold her, and love her. That’s what she needs.”

Tim helped me to the Jeep, and then he took me home. Elisabette must have said something, because Mom and Grandma just held me, and led Tim and I to the living room.

We spent a quiet night watching some chick flick, drinking cocoa and just holding each other. I felt much better by the time Tim had to head home. Knowing he was there was the best medicine I could have had.

Before I fell asleep, Elisabette came in to see me.

“I just wanted you to know that I wasn’t disappointed in you, Emily. I’m actually quite proud. I feared you might have been too soft, or too angry. Yes, you were angry, but you kept control. You did it just right, sweetheart. Good night.”

I still didn’t sleep well.