Chapter 3 Three

She had always liked the idea of being invisible, and now she could be that very thing. She had often dreamed of walking the cold stone roads without anyone noticing her presence. And now she could. She strolled along the forest, noticing all the glimmering dew drops in the heads of blossoming, beautiful, and mysterious flowers.

As she walked, a leaf fell upon her head, then fluttered to rest on the forest floor. She bent and picked it up. It was an orange and brown leaf with a golden edging.

She thought it was a rather special leaf as she had never seen one like it before, and felt it would go nicely on her altar. She stared at the leaf and felt it was a magical doorway just waiting to be opened.

Fairies. She had always believed in them. Very powerful and mysterious beings who sometimes lived mainly in nature and normally out of sight anywhere humans were present. Isra had always wanted to meet a fairy. She once thought she had caught a glimpse of one once but wasn't sure.

It had been a beautiful evening, and the sky was clear and the air crisp. The witch was about ten years old, and she had been playing with a childhood friend when suddenly they both saw pink lights flutter around them, dancing wildly in overblown joy to be around such playful and innocent children. They sparkled around the children with delight, and the witch always remembered how brightly colored the sparks had been, and how beautiful it was to see such a thing.

But now she was older, and that childlike innocence had vanished a long time ago. She was older than her years. While in her youth she'd captivated the mind and heart of a child, she now thought and acted much like an old crone, even though she wasn't very old. Barely thirty if she cared enough to count her exact age. But still, even now, she longed to see a glimpse of that beautiful sight again.

Fairies were attracted to all sorts of magic whether dark, light, from blood, or from the soul. They were drawn to it like love draws souls to one to another. Compelling magnetism. Even with all her bloodlust, rage, and power, she had a chance at being in the world and seeing things that no normal human being could ever see.

Humans get to see the magic side of life, as well, but they have to be attuned to it; they have to be in focus and remain open to that which governs the spirit and the soul. Then, and only then, can they be allowed to envelop themselves in all the magic and mystery the occult world has to offer.

Yes, she was a very dark soul, but of course, you know light cannot exist without dark. She did use her darkness to help people, like the young woman whose husband was going to leave. It was with a blood sacrifice she'd managed to save her marriage. She always knew when the spells worked because she would never hear from the people again.

It was good that in all her darkness, she could still help others. It gave her a sense of purpose. It was comforting at times for her soul. But that was the past, and now it was much different. Still, she longed to see these winged beings, and it would be nice, she thought, to strike up a rapport, a relationship with them.

She thought now would be a good time to reflect and sit back and review things, to admire her dark surroundings and allow whatever impressions came to her to be received. Quiet time and solitude.

A wonderful thing about being alone is not being bothered by anyone, and being able to receive magical messages with no disturbance. It was great to walk alone in the moon‐ light and be surrounded by her own magical serenity; it was a time to be powerful.

Another dark spell was brewing. And this time the witch was going to get very serious. Times were changing.