Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
I spit out a mouthful of sand and rubbed my eyes, trying to peer off into the darkness of the pit under the library into which I had inadvertently tumbled. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I began to make out the shapes of boxes, chests, and miscellaneous broken items littered across the sandy stone floor.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
It was a good day. The sand bar was empty except for a couple of wild horses, and I could run along the water's edge in peace. I was tempted to change forms and race up and down the shore line, but after 'the incident', as Ma called it, I didn't dare. After the altercation with the witch boy at the playground, she had forbid me to change forms during the day, or leave the house when it was a full moon. I could still hear her in my mind, snarling at me when I arrived home that night.
"How dare you jeopardize the bargain I made with the newcomer? Learn to control yourself or else!"
Monday, April 1, 2013
"I've made up my mind. I'm going to talk to Lupa. I think I do owe her an apology."
It was hard for me to admit, and it had taken days for me to come to this point. It was hard enough to process the fact that my parents and the other witches had most likely caused the flood which swept them all away, but to admit that I had been wrong about Lupa all these years - that she had been chasing after me to save, not to harm - that took some real soul searching.