Scars: Pigeon
312 Words
"You did so great, Pigeon. So great. Now we are bound, and you cannot tell anyone my secret. You also can't take off that necklace. Ever." The woman had finally stood back from whispering her secret in my ear.
I was so tired. My whole body hurt, like it did after Carter crashed his bike and I fell off the basket, tumbling off the curb. I had bruises all over my body for weeks, and it felt like I should now.
"Oh, that's right. Licet motus." The woman laughed and the magic that held my body still let go of my muscles. Slowly, I sat up, pushing against the floor with my arms. After a minute, I crawled to my dresser, leaning against it to stand on my shaky legs. I reached for the necklace, feeling the stone and the metal. From the little candle light, I could see it was a dark red, cut into the shape of a thin moon. Looking at the silvery scars on my palms, I noticed that they matched.
"You need to sleep. The magic will settle in your body over the next few days, and you will be sick until it settles. By the third moon, you will begin to feel better, and the spell will have solidified." The woman continued talking as I looked at my scars.
She was quiet for a minute before coming up behind me. Her dark eyes, skin, and hair made her look like the night had come alive. "Do you need help getting into bed, Pigeon?" I bit my lip and shook my head, ducking under her arms to get into my bed.
I hope this is a nightmare. Please let this be a nightmare.
A/N: Sorry that this one's short, but I wanted to post at least two more chapters and it's really late... I'll post more tomorrow.
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