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The Book of 1st Witchcraft

This is a section from #3 in the epic series. An excerpt from “The Book of 1st Witchcraft.” Dark fantasy. Coming of age fantasy. Spiritual stories. Magic adventures. Paranormal stories. Ancient aliens and mythical creatures.

Critical moment of transformation

This is the moment Ben and his subconscious demons, his 7 sins, see each other face to face. Here Ben’s subconscious materializes as the book takes control of him…

Into the story – short excerpt

..”But also because Ben’s demons, monsters, sins, layers of existence, were there. And they were watching it all happen, as they seemed now unmoved by the event. Vegetation was being demolished.

Rocks, pebbles and all debris were flying around joined to the violent spiral. The corkscrew motion expanded and became more intense as the air turned electrified and filled with energy beams from the book.

And not even the time-traveling witch with her magic wand could bring him down and stop the funnel of air from reaching above the crowns of trees. As soon as she took out her wand from inside her cloak, then this one was repelled by the energy of The Verum Codex that filled the air.

The magic in the air

Elradon’s staff also struggled to resist the magic in the air, as this one was also rejected by the chaotic nature of the ancient tome. The red-headed girl tried to talk him down, because she witnessed that magic was not working here.

Red saw that Ben was lost, even inside that column of electrified air; but she wouldn’t give up on him, not at all, because she knew how much he was changing and how confused about it he really was.

And so, it happened that Ben peered down through the shafts of energy and the violent air and met her eyes; but he did not speak, not one word. “Ben!” she called over the loud wind currents. “I know you can hear me! I need you to be with me now!”

Benjamin Jones just stared at her, his eyes glowing red, his facial expression cold and austere. And no one really knew what he was thinking.

The demons of Ben

Inside the air funnel, his body was flashed with energy branches; but there was no pain or sorrow, only transformation. His demons looked down at her as well, then got near her, and attracted by the speech they were now studying her carefully.

She took a few steps back and eyed the dark creatures with certain apprehension, then continued to talk to him, “I imagine you’re turning into something more! I-I dunno what that is, but I’m really afraid for you; because I care, and because I want you to be safe!”

Elradon, who had been observing Ben and Ben’s demons closely, held on tight to his staff and pressed forward now, then he stopped by Red and spoke, “Ben! I’m not upset! I understand now!”

Then he took his time and regarded each sin or demon hovering around and above them. He remained calmed and confident, then continued, “These! These are you, aren’t they?! You have struggled too much, my boy! You must control yourself, because we must keep on the journey!”

Trying to bring him down

Then Red, seeing that Ben showed no signs of coming back down or even responding, took a few steps forth carefully, and struggling with the strong wind currents she finally said, “Please, whatever is going on, you must come down! We need you! Don’t let the book control you! You are good! Remember that!”

And then the time-traveling witch, who had stayed behind long enough, was now watching all the near area of the forest; and so, she became sad as her eyes fell on the destruction the strong wind currents and branching beams of energy had caused. Nature was sacred for her.

Nature was the origin of life for her. She loved Mother Nature, and this certainly weighed heavily upon her heart. And Arleas, the green cat to her side, sensed her resolve immediately and started to hiss in discontent.

But the witch ignored the trapped targoblin and proceeded forth. She wasn’t happy with Ben, and so she began to whisper under her breath and into the wind. Her hands thrust forward, feeling the charged air, measuring the black magic mixed with the white one.”…

ON SALE NOW

By thegodwithinblog

“Limitations live in our minds, but if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless.” ~Jamie Paolinetti; writer and director.

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