Welcome to Tuesday Travel. Every
Tuesday, I will be presenting an excerpt of Witch Raising: The Book of
Fire, the book in which Brownie, the heroine of
Demon Soul, is undertaking an initiatory journey.
About Witch Raising: The Book of Fire
Witch Raising is a new series with Brownie, the heroine of
Demon Soul as the main character. This series is part of the House at the Crossing Series and follows
Demon Soul and
Demon and Fairy
but instead of being centered on the adventure of Sahel and his demon
friends, it follows Brownie as she goes from being a normal girl to a
bad ass witch. She has been practicing magick for a while now, saving
people from difficult situations but the people at the house, including
Sahel aren't happy with her new calling. Feeling that she doesn't have a
choice and has to keep learning witchcraft, Brownie leaves to meet
other witches.
The excerpt, we start where we left off last week
It looked a lot like the
vision she had had after the spell so she had been happy when she had
done the research and found this book, because it made it clear that
her vision had a part of truth. She wasn't sure that the coven still
existed but if they did, they were her best bet at solving her
problem. She placed the two other books back in her bag, she could
afford a little recreation, after all, she had days before reaching
Evergreen stop and then she would have to travel through Evergreen to
Erhland. She would have time to read the rest later on.
She took a cookie from
Viorel's pack and started reading. As a solitary witch, the coven
practices were fascinating. If she ever had someone else doing spells
with her, she always had trouble to make them concentrate long enough
or focus on the right think. Most people were used to Gideon just
weaving his wand and getting results so they thought magic was
instantaneous and required very little energy. She called it
“Abracadabra pouff et voila” mind set from a sentence Antoine was
using when teleporting her places. He would always say “Et voila”
when they reached their destination whatever that really meant.
But then magic didn't
work like that, it took time, perfecting her spell could take days
and month, then she needed her ingredients and the right day, the
right time in the moon cycle, there was nothing fast with magic, it
took dedication and a shear amount of will power.
But having an entire
coven with fifty people all turned in the same direction, with the
same focus, wanting the same thing, with the exact same visualization
at the exact same time. It was hard to believe it was possible, hard
to believe that it could exist, that people would agree with each
other that much at all time, that not even one person around would
have their thoughts moving sideways. But still, it was described in
many books she had read. A lot of witches preferred coven to solidary
practice. Brownie wasn't sure. It was getting harder and harder for
her to collaborate with people, not to get frustrated with everything
and everyone. She didn't want to do thing any other different way
than hers. She knew it wouldn't help but so far it had worked.
Her favorite character in
the book was Azura, she was about her age and she was the one
explaining everything happening. It was a bit strange though that she
was there no mater the year and still seemed to be the same age. At
first it had been a bit annoying but Brownie had finally gotten used
to it by thinking that Azura might be a ghost or a being that didn't
age or such an awesome witch that she had stopped time for herself or
something.
The train stopped at
several stations on the way but there wasn't enough time to move get
out of the train or do anything. The daylight had turned grey. It
wasn't that later but it was Autumn, though the light inside the
train hadn't kicked in yet and Brownie couldn't read any longer. She
hadn't decided yet if she wanted to just take train after trains
without a break to get to Erhland as soon as possible or if she
wanted to see the world.
On one hand, a direct
trip would take her ten days and she had never been away from Sahel
or her family without another family member for so long. On the other
hand maybe once everything was fixed and she didn't have to run
anymore she would not leave home again. A feeling of claustrophobia
set in at the thought. She had never really thought about it before
but it seemed like her life had stopped somehow. Everything she ever
wanted had vanished, she only reacted and she had completely lost
herself and her believe in the world. Her world had been spinning out
of control.
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