When
that bitch cast her own spell back, shattered power into the mirror,
Catherine Madison raged. But rage did no good. Body blistered, mind
assaulted, she tumbled through the shining door to another world.
Ever so slowly, the throbbing dimmed and she sat up, carefully unclenching
her hands held tight with pain. To her surprise, on her palm sat
a cluster of bright red jewels. Curious, she tilted them in the
soft light with a shadow of a frown at the pulsing power within.
Around
her, candles were set upon an altar, glowing faintly. She raised
her hand, summoned a dark taper, and looked around. Shadowy, sultry,
female, it was a ritual room. She could feel the power to bridge
realities here in the gloom; it sang to her.
A
startled woman crouched nearby making wards with her hands. The
quivering woman finally stood, eyes wide, waiting for her to speak.
“Where
am I?”
“Hayll,
Lady.”
Interesting.
Catherine had no knowledge of Hayll, but that was nothing. She felt
stronger than she’d ever imagined before, bursts of magic
frizzled through her body. This would make the perfect place to
start again without the burden of a worthless child.
Catherine
smiled.
~Fin~
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