05:19 Sep 18 2008
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One of our members, had a dream, not long after the Guardians of Darkness helped her through coming to a hard decision about her life.
This is what makes being a Coven Master and G.o.D worthwhile.
I ran through the thick and rich forest. It seemed to me the only colors I could see besides the pitch black of the night, were green and red; Green from the blur of the trees passing I sped by, and red, from the fire on the tip or the torched behind me. I could feel the warm blood make its way down my cold back, sending shivers back up it as it crept further down. The tears on my cheeks seamed to freeze with the combination of the gust of wind I dashed through, and the cold, nearly freezing temperatures.
My legs threatened to give out under the exercise but I would not let myself succumb to the pain and less likely the people were following me ruthlessly. I knew they wanted my legs to fail, they watched to capture and torture me.
“I wish I had an angel to help me. Please send me someone to help me!” I screamed out as I raced past my breaking point. My legs began to fail, and I stumbled, tripping over my own feet, but as all this happened, I heard a distinctive voice calling my name. The voice broke me from the unconsciousness that I fell into, leaving me to find myself falling over a cliff.
There was no way I could stop myself from falling over the edge. The voice rang again as I began to abandon the hope of salvation. My hand seamed to act of its own accord and grasped the perturbing root of a tree, causing my body to swing back and forth.
I barely hung on, but when I heard ruckus, my ears turned in. I couldn’t see anything above me, everything was dark, and I secretly knew the hard crash below me was my ultimate fate. I couldn’t feel the pain in my back anymore, but the blood now flowing faster with my adrenalin was there. I assumed the blood was dripping slower as time went by because I would drift in an out of consciousness.
The yells from voices were the only things that kept me in tune to my surroundings.
“Leave her ALONE! She’s trying!!” Were defensive words I heard; by both masculine and feminine voices at that.
My hand began to slip, the only thing I could do way cry out.
“NO! I DON’T WANT THIS!” I couldn’t hear myself say these words. Hoping they had actually passed my lips.
“Heather! Take my hand!” Four voices sounded together. I looked up not expecting to see anybody, thinking my delirium was finally catching up with me, but as I looked up. I saw four outlines of people peering over the cliff. The outlines were each a different color. The blue-ish outline extended its arm, while the other three from left; green, grey, and at the far right, red, watched as the light called out to me. I trusted the blue aura immediately, as the aura was calming, soothing and comforting. I was not entirely sure of grabbing it however, I could not see this person’s face, and I did not know this person.
“Heather! It’s me! Take my Hand! You’re slipping!”
What amazed me was... this person knew I was unsure, hence why they reassured me. I reached over and grazed the tip of the hand’s fingers, and stunningly I could see that person’s face then. It was the face of a person I admired the most.
I missed her grip, but I tried again and by doing this, I felt the pain in my back tense and resist, hissing in pain I still reached for salvation. She grabbed my hand abruptly and, with help from the other auras; she lifted me up onto solid ground. Each new touch revealed a new face, CelestiaNocturne, LordVlkodalk, Lady Chordewa, and HellsGuardian, each helped me onto the ground. Lady Chrodewa, with the help of my family, lifted me up in her arms and walked away from the cliff.
The last word I could mutter before I awoke, “Angels”
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