3 August 2012
Chapter one: Nightmare
The river was cold, almost frozen. I struggle to tread the water, my head disappearing many times. I'm in a river, but not drowning. The rapids are too fast, but I'm alright.
I spit out a dead fish, cringing at the horrid decaying taste. I don't care that I'm supposed to be ladylike. To hell with it, at least that's what I think.
I search for a branch or boulder, my eyes darting frantically over every likely obstacle. I lash out at a nearby branch. It falls, but I repair it mentally.
I'm a Wiccan so I am different in every sense. I can repair objects, and also swim better than most Olympic athletes.
With the branch repaired, I grab and swing myself onto it. I calm my heartbeat, breathing in and out through my soaked nostrils.
I stand up, and then, as I take a step, everything turns black.
Violet Penn: The Staff Of Elders • Opuss № I