zoe_mac (zoe_mac) wrote in crow_syndrome, @ 2007-09-14 09:48:00 |
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“Spirits hear my call, bring to me my blood. I summon them from wherever they fall.” *falls down laughing, nearly spilling the vodka* Gwendolyn placed the Amethyst crystal into the potion waited a few moments and placed it on the map of the world. Personaly, I would have used a Topaz. She hovered the crystal above the large map for a few moments. “Damn, it didn’t work.” Gee, I wonder why? she hissed as she slammed down the crystal and went to dump the hot liquid from the cauldron outside and safe.
“What are you doing up there Gwendolyn?” it was her mother, Margot coming up the stairs. Margot had seen better days and now ran a run down boarding house for unemployed wizards and trolls.
“ I was scrying and of course it didn’t work.” Gwendolyn exclaimed as she moved aside for her mother. "Since in reality I am a 13 year old girl with no magical power whatever."
“You know Gwendolyn that will not work.” her mother stated slaying the Sue she had given birth to in a misguided moment, as she helped her daughter down the stairs to dispose of the concoction her daughter had cooked up. "And how many times do I have to tell you to leave the Mr. Coffee alone?"
“Well, you said he was still alive and he is a wizard, how can it not work.” Gwendolyn argued as she heaved the potion and her mother out the door, wiped the dust from her hands, slammed the door and locked it. blessed its end.
“Sometimes the spirits have other things in mind.” Margot smiled to her daughter. "Like giving me the wrong Lotto numbers for the past 6 weeks."
Snip some boring stuff...
Margot Peters was a 45 year old single mother and a witch to boot in the ass. She had raised her daughter Gwendolyn Grey Peters all by herself. Since her father was a deadbeat wizard who never payed child support. It wasn’t that her father hadn’t wanted to be a part of her life its just that he really was a world away. On the planet Vulcan.
Margot followed her daughter upstairs, Gwendolyn was really a good mix of the two of them. Uh-oh. Gwendolyn had honey-brown hair, light blue eyes and clear complexion. She was very careful to always use her acne medication. Gwendolyn’s rosey cheeks and quiet observation were certainly marks of her father. Anyone else notice Gandalf's rosy cheeks? Oh, she meant on his face! Gwendolyn was even very powerful, she was able to conjure up the elements a good five years before she herself was able to. Margot knew that was had a lot to do with having two very powerful magical parents. Sometimes if she caught her daughter she could see Gwendolyn’s father, but only for a few precious moments. She would hold the girl up by the throat and yell "Gandalf! If you don't show up, I'm sending her to live with you!" That usualy brought the wizard running.
“Hey mom are we going to Morgaine’s Cupboard Wal-Mart for supplies tonight?” Gwendolyn broken Margot’s thoughts.
“Yes, go ahead and get ready. We are running low on a lot of things plus there are few goodies I want to get.” Margot said as she went into the kitchen to get the supply list. Funny, we call it a shopping list or a grocery list in these parts.
Snip to Chapter Two...
“Aragorn, can I speak to you in private for a moment.” Gandalf asks., changing tenses so quickly that Zoe gets nauseous.
“Of course Gandalf.” Aragon answered looking behind him to make sure that the Hobbits were not listening in on the conversation. Because Eru knows, we don't want the hobbits to know anything.
“I want you to do something for me.” Gandalf lowered his head. “I want you to keep this Piggly-Wiggly bag for me. It is very important. Don’t lose it, it could be your only hope.” Gandalf finished. "It's got my pipeweed (wink wink) and my daughter in it."
Aragorn saw the look on the wizards face, he was serious. He had taken off the propellor beanie and the rubber nose. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, No, my boy. Just thinking about something that I hoped would never come.” Gandalf whispered as he walked away.
“Do you think we need her?” Elrond asked desperately, frowning at the wizard. "Because I don't think we do."
“It may come to it, if Saruman gains too much strength.” Gandalf answered with a lopsided grin. Thinking about Saruman with too much power made Gandalf giddy.
“Do you think she is prepared for such a task, she is human and is not apprenticed like you were.” Elrond shot back with concern. "And I have this dreadful feeling she'll be sparkly."
“If I know her mother, she is prepared. I am not just calling her here for her magic Elf Lord but because it is time she knew her father.” Gandalf finished as he walked to keep an eye on the Hobbits.
The Elf Lord took a long breath in. Elrond was almost at his wits end, he thought to himself, this is surely the undoing of mankind. Arda just can't handle another Sue. Lord Elrond remembered the wizard woman who had captured the old wizards heart. She had used a very strong cage. She was strong in her magic, unlike anything he had seen even in Galadriel. Then how come she had an unplanned pregnancy, hmmm? The power over the elements, the soothsaying, (Beware the Ides of March, sorry) all of which was very true. He almost wondered if the witch had elf in her but there was not the slightest chance in hell of that being possible. Elrond hoped the wizard knew what he was doing, often the heart overrides all other reason.
Snip while Gwendolyn picks up her magic doodad...
“It is moonstone teardrop, it is believed to enhance your powers and to alert one to coming danger.” Anna held up the amulet to her friends daughter. "And if you order now, we'll throw in this handy dandy apple peeler absolutely free"
“Thank you Anna, really.” Gwendolyn said as she went to place it on her neck. Magically, it began to tighten, cutting off her air. Soon she was dead. Anna let out a wild chuckle, and there was much rejoicing.
Gwendolyn and her mother spent the next hour getting supplies. It's a big little witchcraft store. Tomorrow night was Samhain and it was Gwendolyn’s first time leading the ceremonies just as her mother had for the past 20 years. She had purchased a special ceremonial robe, a royal blue one, as they were out of hot pink with the flashing lights for the occasion she didn’t want to look as if she didn’t take it seriously.
“So are you nervous?” Margot asked her daughter as they spent some time storing the herbs they just purchased.
“No, I just hope I can concentrate.” Gwendolyn responded as she finished with her share of the herbs. Channeling Rita Marley: "I wanna get high, so high"
“You know Gwendolyn, it really was my desire that you would know your father but it is not to be.” Margot said as she got up to head for the attic. "Since I've had enough of you and I'm going to lock you in here while I marry a younger man, oh sorry, that's Flower's in the Attic."
“Come here Gwendolyn, I think it is time you saw something.” her mother said as she touched her daughters shoulder. "See these? These are arms."
Gwendolyn got up to follow her mother, this was something new. Her mother had been so secretive and unwilling to speak of her father for so long, she had began to wonder if she was real and not made out of gingerbread.
When they got to the attic her mother walked over to a pedestal with a large shallow bowl, obsidian in color. So we wouldn't get it confused with Galadriel's of course. It was a scrying bowl a high powered one at that, Gwendolyn could feel the power emitting off of this one. It hummed like the hydro wires and emitted a bright white light. Just for a moment she got scared and wondered what her mother had been doing when she spent many hours up there in what Gwendolyn thought was deep meditation. *hands over ears* la la la I don't want to know!
Margot poured the water into the bowl slowly, “ I knew that one day I would have to answer your questions about your father and where you came from, I was just foolish enough to realize that you are as stubborn as I was at your age.” her mother sighed. Then she began to wash her hands in the basin.
“But why now, why didn’t you tell me before? I can handle it.” Gwendolyn huffed some airplane glue she'd been hoarding in her purse.
“I thought it better to show you, you may not just believe my words. I know you are ready now, when Anna gave you that amulet you wear, I realized it was time you took on the burden. So I can retire down to Florida. Now look into the bowl, clear your mind of any preconceived notions.” her mother said as she motioned at the water.
Gwendolyn took a deep breath, at first nothing happened but then she started to see things, (I see stupid people! sorry) things she thought were only reserved for highest of witches.. Powers, battles, journeys, and creatures she had never seen.