I think you will like this one because it has a twist you don't see coming, well at least Tabitha didn't.
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Everyone in the story is above the age of eighteen.
For my muse.
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Hey it's me Tabitha, if you have not read any previous stories about me, you need to know that I'm a witch. Now don't go thinking I worship the devil, I would have to believe in God first. Also please don't lump me into the stereotype that movies and television have depicted. In all reality I am just like everyone else. An average girl trying to get by in life.
I have my ups and downs but we witches have rules we adhere to. This story is about learning why the rules were made. I told you all in an earlier story that my great grandmother was a witch, she was a good person hence good things happened to her. I was fascinated with the things she could do. So it was no surprise that I followed in her footsteps.
I dove head first into learning everything I could about my craft. With history making us out to be the bad guys, it wasn't an easy decision to enter the world of Wicca. I got some flack along the way but Wicca teaches its followers to do whatever you want as long as you do not harm anyone in the process. So I never gave that another thought. Also we believe that things come back threefold, in other words bad things would come back three times worse.
I've read a lot of books and like Christianity, Wicca has many branches. It is a cross between Druid and Pagan teachings. However some have changed content to suit their purposes. They all teach that rule about causing harm. Another basic rule is that we shouldn't use magick for our own gain. Another is not to use magick for casting love spells. They always backfire. I found that last rule true by learning the hard way.
When I was of age to do my year and a day, which is how long it takes to become a member of a coven. I started keeping journals which are called our Book of Shadows. You write the spells and incantations you've learned into them. We are told not to work/cast spells during that initial year and a day. Me being the poster child of impatience, I found these rules stupid. Thinking I knew more than history, I disobeyed and cast a love spell.
You see there's a girl I kind of liked, oh by the way I'm also a lesbian. Anyway she was beautiful. I would always get nervous and anxious around her. Or I was clumsy or dressed in unbecoming clothes. Embarrassing myself in front of her constantly, I was convinced she thought I was a spaz. Murphy's law often works and I wish it wouldn't.
So obviously I was crushing pretty hard for this girl. I decided after months of embarrassing moments, that I would cast a spell to have her feel the same way I did. This should never be done. I knew that but for the life of me couldn't explain why it was a bad thing to do. I did some research and then I wrote the perfect spell.
You'll forgive me for not sharing it with you I hope. I would feel terrible if you went through what I just did. Here let me tell you all about it...
After writing the spell which proved harder than I first thought. Getting the octaves right after singing the Enochian key was very hard to do. You had to do it correctly, so I practiced parts of it outside of the ritual. It also required a DNA sample and something that belonged to the person. Oh and it had to be done on a sabbat, preferably one with a full moon or close to full.
After acquiring all the ingredients. I stole some hair from her brush when I visited. I grabbed a pair of her panties on the same occasion. My stomach would do cartwheels every time I visited her. You would think you'd get used to it eventually, maybe it was because I wanted to impress. I believe we all put on airs when we want attention.
I just had to wait till that night's full moon which just happened to land on a sabbat. Then she would feel like I did, I'd finally have her. I made something to eat and quadruple checked making sure I had everything set up properly. The witching hour was upon me so I began.
An hour later with incense still thick in the air, I cleaned my mess and went to bed hopeful. My phone woke me from a pretty good dream. It was Abigail! Holy shit she never called me. I wondered what she wanted while the phone kept ringing. Hating to admit I was afraid of what it was all about. Voicemail ended up answering her call, while I thought of what I might say to any and all possible conversations. I returned the call six minutes later.
"Hi Abi, sorry I missed your call, I was in the shower." I said a bit ecstatically.
"No. It's cool. I just wanted to know if you felt like hanging out tonight?" Her tone was low and sexy sounding.
"That would be great, is seven ok?" I said as I wondered how well my spell worked.
"Sure that's great, I'll see you then." She plainly said returning the phone to its cradle.
"Ok." I managed to say before hearing the dial tone. Crap I did a big leap in the air celebrating my success.
