“We bring you here now.”
“Awake into your new life. Your destiny.”
“To destroy the witches and bring back the Wiccan religion.”
“Awake, young Willow. Your destiny awaits you.”
I shot into a sitting position. The voices around me continued to chant, sometimes in another language and sometimes in English. Opening my eyes I looked around and covered my mouth to silence my scream. There were dark cloaked figures dancing ominously around me. Everything outside of the dimly lit circle was black. I looked up, not knowing what I would find. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I saw the clear night sky above me. I had a chance; I could run.
We were in a grove between tall, vibrant green trees and I sat in the middle on the soft grass. A soft breeze was blowing around us, bringing the smell of flowers. It didn’t feel like fall nor did it smell like fall. Standing up, I started to walk silently towards the people dancing, hoping that they wouldn’t notice me trying to leave. It shouldn’t be too hard considering they were beating drums and the chanting was growing louder.
Rolling the balls of my feet, I trekked silently to the edge of the circle. I stopped right at the edge and waited for a perfectly timed moment to get out. Drawing in a deep breath, I ducked my head and pushed through the line of people. I made it just a few feet past them when I felt a large hand wrap around my small shoulder. I closed my eyes, attempting to recall all I knew about defending myself.
Closing my eyes, I spun around in a flash and threw my hand out; I felt it connect with a solid object. Opening my eyes I met a solid chest (which was saying something considering I was five foot ten); slowly, I looked up at the mountain of a man to find him rubbing his jaw with a smile on his face.
“Definitely Thalia’s daughter,” he chuckled. His laugh was deep and seemed to vibrate through me. “Close your mouth little Amari, you’ll catch some bugs.” I quickly shut my mouth but kept looking up at him.
“Who are you?” I inquired. His dark eyes squinted in amusement and he smiled gently.
“My name is Adam,” he replied fondly, “As you would say on your Earth, I would be your god-father.”
“I don’t have a god-father,” I shook my head, not breaking eye contact.
“No, not where you are from, but here you do,” he explained. He kept referring to it as if I moved countries?
“Where’s here?” I asked.
“Here is Arca De Myriad,” he grinned.
“What?” What?
“Arca De Myriad, Chest of Many. As you would refer to it, we are in alternate dimension,” he said it like it was a foreign word.
“Lovely?” I said. This guy was on drugs, he thought we were on a different Earth.
“There is much to explain Little Amari, I am not the one to explain it,” he nodded respectively. What the hell?
“How did I get here?” I questioned. The last thing I remember was getting ready for the Halloween dance and then all of a sudden I woke up here? Oh god, did I stand up Lukas or did I go and not remember?
“That is also not for me to tell,” he said tightly, much like he was hiding something.
“Fine, whose job is it to tell me?” I asked.
“That job title belongs to my sister. Your god-mother,” he smiled.
