The Writers' Circle

How would you feel if it had happened to you?
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It was overwhelming, the power, bursting through me, looking for a way to escape into the air. My fingertips tingled and I was alive, awakened as the power crawled up my arms and flowed trough my arms like I had just been injected, and the substance was flowing through my bloodstream giving me an odd sensation, like I was in love again. The spark died out for a moment as a tiny tear trickled down my cheeks, landing on the grass, dissolving into the soil beneath my feet. I took deep breaths. I knew the power would disappear if I let my emotions creep through. I pushed the memory away, trying not to think of him.
     Once more, the spark was reborn in my fingers and I closed my eyes, as I let the Magyk do its work. For a moment, she was there. An image in my mind. That was her; it was the Magyk that had brought the image to me. She was smiling.
     My mother - the woman who was murdered by the golden glow of the fire that burned. Burned. That's what it does: burns. There was a loud crack as I knew the Magyk was flowing out. I touched a dead blood-red rose and it bloomed to life by the connection from itself and my Magyk. I gave it a gentle tug by its stem as I tried not to get pricked by the sharp thorns. It reminded me of him. The him that was once connected to me, the connection that ended tragically. The emotions rushed through me again as I felt the strong emotion of love. I lay down on the green dewy grass and spread out my arms as if I was giving my Magyk power to the soil. I shut my eyes and breathed in deeply as my mouth curved up into a smile.
     I woke up with the image of my mother in my head and the empty feeling in my heart where the Magyk had been. I must have slept into unconsciousness for a while as I was soaking wet as the heavens opened up and the rain fell down. I took refuge under a large tree. I wasn't surprised about me not waking as my clothes absorbed all the water from above as the Magyk wiped out my conscious mind and I dreamed of my mother. I wish I knew her, that I wasn't a baby when she died, and I knew her likes, dislikes, secrets, hopes, dreams, fears. But it was too late for that now. I could only make guesses to the answers I wish I knew.
     I waited until the heavens closed and it was dry. It could have been a few seconds, minutes or even hours, I don't know. You see, this is what happens when the Magyk kicks in; your whole world comes crashing down in on you. Old friends become enemies, you see and feel things in a different way, like you're in a parallel universe or it's one realistic nightmare, or you could be in a coma. It is different, anyhow.
     But it feels right, like it was meant to be.
     I hope so anyhow. It's cool being a Witche.