Blackfeather Woods Hocus Pocus

TIME FOR DRUGZ

She breathed, trying her hardest to release the nervous pit in her stomach. She was being ambitious; her tutors warned against such hard spells until she was much older, but she desperately wanted to see Mother. To hear her voice again, to absorb her guidance. She only wished that her brothers and sister could too, but she didn't want them to be lost. They were much more vulnerable to the Daedra than she was.

The witch walked to the center of the altar, facing the pelvis and the herbs piled in front of it. She turned to Kove. There's soaked moss nearby if you need to splash my face with water. There weren't many concrete remedies for breaking the spell, other than pulling yourself out. She trusted herself to do that on her own, but she wouldn't dare underestimate the spirits that lurked in the Void. Try to talk to me if I'm not coherent. It was all she could say before she pulled the herbs to her, the words of the prayer on her lips.

Rōvēgrie Sithis, rual nyke ezīmagon aōha tegun, se Zōbrie, lo mērī syt iā byka jēda. Mephala, mīsagon nyke hae nyke geron konīr. Rōvēgrie Sithis, kostilus, rual nyke naejot ȳdragon naejot ñuha muña, Meldresi, lo mērī syt iā byka jēda. Bisa nyke beg hen ao.

The herbs entered her mouth and the world began to shift.

The pelvis before her glowed, the stark whiteness of the bone becoming blinding as the runes burst into color: red, purple, black, green, blue... And all the while the rest of the world bled away until there was nothing but her and the pelvis, bright and glowing in the darkness. She stood on nothing but shadows, watching the pelvis as it floated in front of her. A voice said, So be it. And Potema fell.

Potema shrieked then as the darkness blurred, streaks of gray and white permeating the darkness. She saw flashes of things as she fell, things she couldn't truly comprehend until she woke later on. Vision upon vision passed her eye, small children growing and growing before her, fire, thunder, snow, snarls and smiles. She couldn't process it all at once, especially as she kept falling. It seemed like an eternity passed before her desent ended. Potema panted, looking about her. It looked like Blackfeather Woods, but, if such things were possible, it was darker. All she could see was a wolf's length around her, illuminated by some unknown source. She stepped forth through fog and mist, gazing up and about her. Things moved in the shadows, voices echoed from somewhere far in the distance. She wandered for miles on end, wondering if this was the Void they all spoke of.

So you came. A familiar voice said behind her. An all too familiar voice. She turned and saw the black female behind her, indigo eyes and all.

Mother.

Mom? She asked, hoping it was her and not some trick of the Daedra.

The one and only. Mother smiled.

Everything was a blur afterwards, but she could only feel at the moment, happiness and warmth and comfort, the same feelings she felt when Mother was alive.

And as quickly as it began, it ended. She was swept upward, the sense of warmth and happiness quickly dissipating as darkness gave way to light, and Potema shook, her eye opening with shock. It was as if she had been dunked in cold water, but she was dry.

Potema looked around, confused by her surroundings until she realized where she was. She was in Blackfeather Woods, with her family. She was alive. Oh, thank Sithis. She murmured.