The watcher and the witch

 Lost in some strange forest type setting, but it didn't look familiar. She fell into a deep  fairy tale style meditation. It was very relaxing to her. She enjoyed meditation, it was like visiting another world. She had gotten much better at it since she began attempting it. She stayed cross-legged on her bed for a few hours in a trance until she heard some nocturnal animal screeching in the distance. It broke her focus.

She wrote down the results of her meditation and how it was interrupted. She then tucked her record book back under her bed. She grabbed her poetry book. She had been meaning to get something added to it sometime this week. She opened the tattered old book and began to carefully look through some of her old poems once again. She enjoyed doing that. A lot of her poetry was a reflection of her age, being a young woman, she wrote about love. She wrote a few poems about true love, soul mates and one's destiny.

This time, she was having a little trouble but closed her eyes trying to force herself to think harder. She knew there was a poem rattling around in that brain of hers somewhere. The key was finding it, getting it to come to the surface. She usually did not have much trouble with her poems. She began to wonder if she had been studying too hard, maybe she was causing her own brain freeze? She took a deep breath and waited a moment, watching the candles that were almost burned down to the end of the wick. She stared into the flames with deep concentration, and simply waited. When it came to her, she grabbed her pen and found a comfortable position.

Mysterious forces of the unknown,

How will I make it on my own?

Will I fill my life's purpose,

Or will trouble begin to surface?

Mysterious forces of the cosmos,

What am I to do, what am I to become?

Anything more than yet another confused and lost one?

Tell me please, for this night, I need to see what will become of me?

 She still had another hour before she had to go to sleep for the night. Trinity was not sure what to do before bed, so she grabbed a book off the shelf and started to read it in bed. It was not long before she fell asleep in the middle of the first chapter. 

She was up with the sun that morning, ready to get through her day She had a couple of mortals to check in on before her training sessions in the park with Trinity. If nothing else about the mortal world, she was glad to be teaching this girl. She was a sweet kid and listened very well. She was also a good person, anyone who talked to her could see that.  Glad to see that task she was given had been going better than she expected. She was looking forward to teaching her new prodigy again today. It had become a lot of fun for the both of them. She knew there was no way to fully prepare the young witch for the truth, but the watcher vowed to do the best she could. That was all they could ask of her.

When Canella was ready to deal with the mortal world, she headed out for the day to watch over her mortals. She liked to check in on all of them, just to make sure they are safe. She did not care for a lot of interaction with those she watched over, but she was very protective of her mortals. She almost felt like an outsider bonding to them. She did not mind it, but she remembered what her own teacher had told her about bonding too close to some of the mortals, not all of them are meant for a happy and full life. 

If nothing else he ever said, that thought never left her mind. She had expierenced what he was referring to years later. She had a mortal that she looked after, his name was John. He was a great artist, his life had gotten better over the years, then something inside the poor guy snapped. He ended up shooting himself a few years later. She should have known. She still blamed herself for it to this day. She knew he was supposed to do that, it was just a part of his life cycle, but it bothered her. It gave her a very disturbing feeling whenever she thought of him.

The first human she went to peek in on was little George. He was sitting facing the wall talking to a few brownies and pixies. They were doing something the boy liked because he was laughing so hard he fell to the floor. She could not hear what it was, but she liked to see George so happy. The poor kid had a lot of nightmares. When you are a clairvoyant you did not get to chose if you saw good or bad. You saw whatever came through to your mind's eye, be it good or evil, you saw it just the same. She had a bit of a soft spot for the boy. He was adorable, with blond hair and dark mysterious eyes. He was well tanned for a child. His eyes lit up over a lot of magical things, but he seemed to have more than just one foot in the magical realm. That worried her and it should. It was not a good sign. That's how a few mortals had gotten lost in the early years.

It was late afternoon when Contella made it to the park to meet with Trinity. When she arrived to the park she was a little surprised to see Trinity waiting for her, for a change. It made her smile and laugh. She was not always grumpy on the job, it was difficult but being a watcher had it's moments. She waved to the mortal girl. She jogged just a little to catch up to Trinity.

"There you are. Where have you been?" She greeted her watcher with a bit of teasing.

"I have more things to do than wait here, young one." Canella replied in her down to business voice.

"I was only teasing, of course you have a lot of work besides me, I am sorry." Trinity did not mean to offend her in any way possible.

"It is fine dear, really. Let's get started shall we?"

Trinity did not speak a word but simply nodded yes with a grin. She was ready to learn anything that she could. She sat down on their park bench. She sat in silence as Canella began their afternoon lesson.  Each lesion brought something new and exciting for her. She had enjoyed learning candle magic more than the wheel of the year. She loved learning to cast, she wondered what the lesson for today was going to be. She was sure that it would be another great experience for her record book. She almost always wrote down the experience and how she felt after the lessons in the park with Canella.

"We will be discussing potion making. I will tell you how to make them on your own." She explained to her young student.

"You can seriously do that? I mean like for real make potions?" Trinity asked with a bit of a squeal in her excited tone. She resisted the urge to jump up and down like a little girl getting a puppy.

"Yes, but there will be no eye of newt, batwings or other misconceptions. These are very delicate potions, they must be precise. Do you understand?"

" Yes, no margin of error in spell casting, potion making or any other magical implication."

"Good, now we are truly ready to get started. " Canella informed her before she went into their afternoon lesson. Trinity listened to her watcher, hanging on everything that the woman said to her. She could not wait to make her own potions, that sounded like fun. She knew she had be serious with this, grave consequences. She remembered the speech Canella gave to her on the first lesson. Magic is not a toy to be played with, you don't know what the end result might be. 

When the lesson was finished for the day, just before the sun went down for the days end, Trinity raced home. She wanted to get a few things done in her bedroom. She could easily spend hours meditating and writing but she knew she only had so much time to do it in. She quickly went around the corner and up the road. She ran a little faster the closer she got to the house. She had to stop herself on the tip toes of the black sneakers she was wearing. She skidded to a full halt just before she would have ran into the front door. She was finally home, giddy with excitement she ran inside the house.

"Trinity, there you are girl. Where have you been?" Her mother asked casually.

"Hi mom. I was at the park again." Trinity answered Adine.

Adine rolled her eyes at her daughter. She did not approve of spending so much time in the park alone. She could get kidnapped, raped or even murdered by some psychopath. The young think they are invincible, that nothing bad could happen, she thought.

Trinity left the hallway, darting off to her room. She ran over and plopped down on the bed, ready to dive into her record book or spell book. She got up to light her candles, and stopped to look at the star filled night sky. She smiled brief and soft. She turned around and headed back to her soft bed. She leaned over the bed to obtain her spell book and her poetry book just in case the mood strikes. She began to flip through her spell book.

  It had a huge entry from learning herbal magic. She flipped through until she found a page for recipies. She had added her own potpourri mixture there. She thought this would be a good place for her potions she learned today. She added the first potion to her spell book, it was for enhancing spiritual awareness. 

She wanted to know everything, to absorb as much knowledge of the craft as possible. She adored this exciting new world that she never knew existed before now. She couldn't wait to dive into it further. Once she had filled a few pages of her spell book, she grabbed her poetry book and closed her eyes for a brief moment of clarity. If she began to focus on her inner self. She knew if she waited for a little, something would come to her. It almost always did. She closed her eyes and let her mind go blank. She thought of absolutely nothing as she stared into the candle flame. Trinity picked up the pen almost without thinking about it. The words began to flow not from her but through her.

From with in to with out

Guardians of inspiration,

Send your light upon me.

Help me see what I am blinded from,

As the flowing magic comes.

From what was, what is and will be

The future comes to those that see.

Trinity put the pen down after putting the date and time of day. Before the end of that night, she had written more than a few poems similar to that one. She loved to add them into her book. It was getting full. She would have to ask mother for a new one. It shouldn't be a big deal, her mother was encouraging when it came to poetry. Her mother liked to read poem books, almost whenever she got the chance.

 She had written a few poems for her mother from time to time. It made her mother smile as if it were softening her in some way. It was nice to see her mother smile about something, especially if it was something she created. Trinity smiled at the thought before putting her books away and blowing the candles out. She knew it was still rather early, but she curled in bed anyway. She was exhausted, more so than on the average day. She rolled over under her white lace comforter and closed her eyes. She fell into a deep sleep with in minutes.

That same night, Contella had finished checking in with all of her mortals and headed to her sleeping quarters. She had a good uneventful day. It was fine with her, it meant the mortals were safe for another day. Her mission was going well. She was glad for that much. She hated to admit it to even herself, but she was getting homesick. She missed her own reality.

She missed the mountains, the waterfall and the forest. She missed the tree sprites, gnomes and goblins. She even missed those ugly trolls that resided in the north side of the forest. She had been in the mortal world too long now. She missed great aunt Maggie, she had not seen her in a long time. She was beginning to forget things about her home world. How things used to taste or smell. She was starting to forget, after years of being in the wrong realm, it happens. She couldn't wait to go back. She knew she would get back very soon. She needed to finish training the young one. Contella hoped it would be soon. The hardest part will be convincing Trinity to come with her.

The next morning Canella was up with the sun, ready to get through another day. It was one day closer to getting back home, where she truly belonged. She knew she did not belong here, but she had to finish the mission. She knew she had to train the witch first. Then she had to get her to open the portal back home, and send the next watcher back through the portal to the mortal realm. She made herself a little coffee to get going. She sat and had two cups before heading off to run errands. She wanted to get her mortals checked on early today. She had a lot to teach Trinity and time was wearing thin. She had to move quickly. If they miss the portal back home, she would be stuck here until a new witch is trained or another decade. She would not accept that as her fate, not now or ever. She had been on her mission for more years than she cared to admit. She was dedicated to her duty as a watcher, but she still missed her homeland. She would worry about it later, when she did not have mortals to attend to. She just hoped that when she did return home that Galderia would still be there. She did not know if the dark creatures had attacked the light side of the forest. 

She needed to focus on this realm, things were being set into place. She hoped that if nothing else maybe within a week she would be home. She hoped that would be the truth. She wished for it, like crops wish for rain.

":443,ArW