ILLYRIAN
Druish Pervonian Wizard
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The girls of Sex Magic
(or Willow's home from home)
Giles had driven the car off the dual carriageway about twenty minutes passed, he wasn’t driving the car fast as the track was uneven and bumpy, even so Dawn thought it was quite a distance back. Willow kept watching the trees in the forest at the side of the car as she had seen several black shapes running through the undergrowth.
She didn’t recognize what the animals were though they did appear to have four legs. Her mother looked in the mirror on the back of the sun visor. She saw that Willow perpetually looked out of the window at the undergrowth in the reflection and wondered what she was looking at. Willow replied that she wasn’t sure what they were.
She kept vigil on the black shapes that ran through the undergrowth. Giles thought it odd as Willow usually knew what the unknown things were, so if she didn’t recognize them there was no one who could help them. Dawn took exception at the thought of no one doing that. ‘They were animals of some kind and they are larger than dogs.
‘Large but the running style indicated they have got four legs,’ said Willow. ‘So we can forget about them being rats?’ asked Joyce. ‘Well they are the same shape as dogs though I did think they might be too big except for dogs like them St. Bernards though I’m not sure what else they might be?’ ‘One thing that confuses me, you talk about them as though they are still there?’
‘Given what you’ve said and how you said it I’d be inclined to think they are wolves, I won’t say what else I’m thinking, although, what colour eyes do they have Willow?’ asked Dawn. Suddenly Willow jumped away from the window and made a surprised exclamation as she moved away from the window. Dawn wanted to know what was wrong.
‘One of them turned its head towards me, it has red eyes.’ said Willow. Giles stopped the car by the gate. ‘Here we are, this gate marks the boundary for the farm.’ ‘Farm, is it a farm, what sort of farm?’ asked Dawn. Giles allowed a small laugh to escape his mouth. ‘Firewood mainly, anyway which one of you fine females is going to open the gate for me?
Joyce looked to Dawn, they both keep quiet apart from a small laugh. ‘I’ll get it for you dad,’ said Willow. ‘I might have guessed,’ said Dawn. ‘Someone is a daddies girl,’ suggested Joyce. ‘Well I am fed up of being in this car, I need to get outside and get some fresh air into my lungs besides this is the famous Cathcombe Forest.
‘Famous, how is it famous?’ asked Joyce. Dawn grinned, ‘I know. There was a chapter about the lands of Cathcombe. It was in a book that we had to read for a book report at our last college.’
Willow gets out of the car and goes to the gate, she unlocks it and opens it for her dad to drive the car passed her. About to close the gate Willow gently moved it then let go of it, as the gate had begun to close itself, Willow stood still and watched it as it closed itself.
Willow went to check that the hinge had locked itself. ‘Now that was odd.’ she said then she quietly wandered to get back to the car. She said nothing of the gate so that her dad could drive the car further along the track in peace. He eventually stopped the car beside the old farmhouse that would be their home. Giles turned to face his wife Joyce in the passenger seat.
‘How about you leading our girls into the house while I unpack the trailer?’ Allyson agreed and turned to face both their girls on the back seat. ‘Are you ready for a nice walk?’ she asked. The girls got out of the car, went to the front gate then walked along the path to the front door. As Willow wandered along the garden path she rubbed her fingers on the moss on the wall of the house.
Dawn stopped by the front door and touched the brass cows bell which hung on a chain from a spike in the wall. Dawn gently shook the bell causing it to ring. ‘I do like the sound it makes,’ she admitted. Willow knocked on the door that caused her mother to laugh at both of them. ‘One of you two rings the bell while the other knocked on the door, do you think there is someone in the house to open the door for you?’ asked Joyce.
Giles stood in full view of them after he had opened the front door. Joyce stepped back from the door. Giles seemed quite pleased with himself. ‘Who’d have guessed that someone would leave the back door unlocked?’ he asked. Joyce looked at the girls as if to ask them a question. Willow wandered into the house and turned to look above the door as soon as she was inside.
‘At the last college we were at the book report asked about what was carved into the rock above the door.’ Joyce was taken back, ‘What do you mean by that?’ Willow grinned, ‘The message carved into the rocks above the front door was a message that could be seen as a greeting for any other person though if your belief was as a witch it would be seen as special to you.’
Willow started to peel off the wallpaper, Joyce grabbed a wire brush and began to clean the plaster off the rockwall, as soon as the message became evident Joyce stopped and read the message aloud. ‘Blessed are those who reside in Cathcombe House.’ Willow looked to her mother and shook her head.
‘Given the history of the forest, the history of the previous people who lived in this house I doubt that was the intended message. A witch would say it in another way,’ said Willow. ‘So Willow, how would a witch say it?’ asked Joyce. ‘The word blessed can be said in two parts by a witch, she would say bless-sed, and the word could become a welcome or a farewell hence, Bless sed are those who reside in Cathcombe House.’
Joyce faced her daughter and thanked her for the explanation, then she continued to ask her daughter another question, ‘What happens if a witch doesn’t know for certain if the other person is a witch or not and wants to find out? Willow grinned, ‘If a witch thinks the other woman is a witch she can gently throw an invisible fireball to the woman, if the other wants to be a friend she may return the fireball.’ ‘I did say if?’ asked Joyce.
‘Just like normal people not all witches want to be friends.’ After sharing some tea and cakes Joyce told Willow and Dawn to find look around the house and find a bedroom each. ‘The girls faced each other nodded in agreeance then Willow ran back outside to the trailer to get their sleeping bags, Dawn went to the stairs and waited for her sister, together they ran up the stairs to the top of the house.
To Be Continued
The girls of Sex Magic
(or Willow's home from home)
Giles had driven the car off the dual carriageway about twenty minutes passed, he wasn’t driving the car fast as the track was uneven and bumpy, even so Dawn thought it was quite a distance back. Willow kept watching the trees in the forest at the side of the car as she had seen several black shapes running through the undergrowth.
She didn’t recognize what the animals were though they did appear to have four legs. Her mother looked in the mirror on the back of the sun visor. She saw that Willow perpetually looked out of the window at the undergrowth in the reflection and wondered what she was looking at. Willow replied that she wasn’t sure what they were.
She kept vigil on the black shapes that ran through the undergrowth. Giles thought it odd as Willow usually knew what the unknown things were, so if she didn’t recognize them there was no one who could help them. Dawn took exception at the thought of no one doing that. ‘They were animals of some kind and they are larger than dogs.
‘Large but the running style indicated they have got four legs,’ said Willow. ‘So we can forget about them being rats?’ asked Joyce. ‘Well they are the same shape as dogs though I did think they might be too big except for dogs like them St. Bernards though I’m not sure what else they might be?’ ‘One thing that confuses me, you talk about them as though they are still there?’
‘Given what you’ve said and how you said it I’d be inclined to think they are wolves, I won’t say what else I’m thinking, although, what colour eyes do they have Willow?’ asked Dawn. Suddenly Willow jumped away from the window and made a surprised exclamation as she moved away from the window. Dawn wanted to know what was wrong.
‘One of them turned its head towards me, it has red eyes.’ said Willow. Giles stopped the car by the gate. ‘Here we are, this gate marks the boundary for the farm.’ ‘Farm, is it a farm, what sort of farm?’ asked Dawn. Giles allowed a small laugh to escape his mouth. ‘Firewood mainly, anyway which one of you fine females is going to open the gate for me?
Joyce looked to Dawn, they both keep quiet apart from a small laugh. ‘I’ll get it for you dad,’ said Willow. ‘I might have guessed,’ said Dawn. ‘Someone is a daddies girl,’ suggested Joyce. ‘Well I am fed up of being in this car, I need to get outside and get some fresh air into my lungs besides this is the famous Cathcombe Forest.
‘Famous, how is it famous?’ asked Joyce. Dawn grinned, ‘I know. There was a chapter about the lands of Cathcombe. It was in a book that we had to read for a book report at our last college.’
Willow gets out of the car and goes to the gate, she unlocks it and opens it for her dad to drive the car passed her. About to close the gate Willow gently moved it then let go of it, as the gate had begun to close itself, Willow stood still and watched it as it closed itself.
Willow went to check that the hinge had locked itself. ‘Now that was odd.’ she said then she quietly wandered to get back to the car. She said nothing of the gate so that her dad could drive the car further along the track in peace. He eventually stopped the car beside the old farmhouse that would be their home. Giles turned to face his wife Joyce in the passenger seat.
‘How about you leading our girls into the house while I unpack the trailer?’ Allyson agreed and turned to face both their girls on the back seat. ‘Are you ready for a nice walk?’ she asked. The girls got out of the car, went to the front gate then walked along the path to the front door. As Willow wandered along the garden path she rubbed her fingers on the moss on the wall of the house.
Dawn stopped by the front door and touched the brass cows bell which hung on a chain from a spike in the wall. Dawn gently shook the bell causing it to ring. ‘I do like the sound it makes,’ she admitted. Willow knocked on the door that caused her mother to laugh at both of them. ‘One of you two rings the bell while the other knocked on the door, do you think there is someone in the house to open the door for you?’ asked Joyce.
Giles stood in full view of them after he had opened the front door. Joyce stepped back from the door. Giles seemed quite pleased with himself. ‘Who’d have guessed that someone would leave the back door unlocked?’ he asked. Joyce looked at the girls as if to ask them a question. Willow wandered into the house and turned to look above the door as soon as she was inside.
‘At the last college we were at the book report asked about what was carved into the rock above the door.’ Joyce was taken back, ‘What do you mean by that?’ Willow grinned, ‘The message carved into the rocks above the front door was a message that could be seen as a greeting for any other person though if your belief was as a witch it would be seen as special to you.’
Willow started to peel off the wallpaper, Joyce grabbed a wire brush and began to clean the plaster off the rockwall, as soon as the message became evident Joyce stopped and read the message aloud. ‘Blessed are those who reside in Cathcombe House.’ Willow looked to her mother and shook her head.
‘Given the history of the forest, the history of the previous people who lived in this house I doubt that was the intended message. A witch would say it in another way,’ said Willow. ‘So Willow, how would a witch say it?’ asked Joyce. ‘The word blessed can be said in two parts by a witch, she would say bless-sed, and the word could become a welcome or a farewell hence, Bless sed are those who reside in Cathcombe House.’
Joyce faced her daughter and thanked her for the explanation, then she continued to ask her daughter another question, ‘What happens if a witch doesn’t know for certain if the other person is a witch or not and wants to find out? Willow grinned, ‘If a witch thinks the other woman is a witch she can gently throw an invisible fireball to the woman, if the other wants to be a friend she may return the fireball.’ ‘I did say if?’ asked Joyce.
‘Just like normal people not all witches want to be friends.’ After sharing some tea and cakes Joyce told Willow and Dawn to find look around the house and find a bedroom each. ‘The girls faced each other nodded in agreeance then Willow ran back outside to the trailer to get their sleeping bags, Dawn went to the stairs and waited for her sister, together they ran up the stairs to the top of the house.
To Be Continued
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