Lost Memories
Description
For her 16th birthday, Lucinda finally decides to do a spell that will bring her love, but she doubts her magic like she doubts her past. Not to soon after, a mysterious guy appears, he seems to know everything about her and her past, but keeps it hidden in his thoughts. When Lucinda finally breaks his shell, the truth unfolds. What will be revealed in the end?
Warning: The description for the charters in the story might be different than how they really look in real life.
Foreword
Prologue
The beautiful full moons light lit up my small room. Sitting on my window seat, I stared into its rays. Only one though swarmed my mind, Witches. What makes a person a witch? What would make me a witch? Just because I could make things happen? On this day, anything could happ
Today is October 31st, Halloween, and also my birthday. I just turned 16 today. Or to be more precise; I’ll be officially 16 at noon today. It just turned midnight and I’m still awake, with questions running through my mind. Should I do it today? Should I do the spell that would probably change my life forever…that is, if I do it right.
I guess I’m pretty pathetic for a sixteen year old. It’s a Saturday night and I’m locked in my room thinking about magic. If my few friends had any ideal of my involvement with witchcraft, how would they react? Maybe what’s even more pathetic is that I haven’t even had my first kiss yet, let alone my first boyfriend. But, that’s going to change soon.
But who knows how soon is soon? So, that’s why I’m changing that today. I can’t wait any longer. This spell will either mark me as a forever loser and soon to be spinster or, make me finally feel love and move on with my life. Either way, something was going to happen.
The perfect time was now. The perfect time for the spell. I walked over to my dresser, which was now decorated as my altar. Everything was already set up on it. After lighting the two pink candles, I stared into the flames, clearing my thoughts. Am I really ready for this spell? Taking out the long scissors, I cut out a lock of my dark hair. Hopefully I didn’t cut too much.
From my mother’s garden, I had a vanilla pod and a ring from her previous marriage. I put all the material into a silk pouch, along with my embarrassing school picture. For every binding word I prepared myself to speak, I tied a knot in the pouches strings. With a deep breath, I started…
“One to call that he may hear
Two to bring his footsteps near
Three to meet
And four to greet
Five for loves sweet seeds to grow
Six, a lifetime of bliss to know
And the seventh shall seal it
It is so”
I took the pouch and hung it over my bed. I hope I did it right. If so, then everything is going to change.
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