you and direct you correctly so that if the time comes you can lead our coven back to the white magic. I hope that Aradia never finds out the key to the spell.
Dear Emery, my sweet child. Less than five years have passed, you have grown so much. And you have such a long life ahead of you. I have come to the realization that, I will not survive much longer. Aradia has thrown caution to the wind to perform her black magic. She is converting other witches and warlocks in our Coven to her ways. There are those of us who remain faithful to our Goddess. She gave us greater power, and she gave us an amount we could safely use. Adding blood will taint and destroy our kind.
But there is not enough time to explain everything. I have no time to digress, my darling.
You see, I have decided that Aradia must be stopped. I am not strong enough to stop her and survive, and Ari has enough power now to take control when her mother’s gone. My only hope is to die and end her mother’s corruption. But is it too late for daughter as well?
Only time will tell.
Emery, my child, please steer your friend in the right direction, do not let her follow in her mother’s footsteps. The hope of our Coven and the peace between our races does not lie with the Aradia line. They will destroy us.
Keep my love for you close, and the love for the Goddess closer. Emmie, may you and your future children live in a better world. I hope that I have not waited too long to try and save our races. Keep these spells safe, and keep your own diary. My daughter, history is fickle, it is biased. Please be safe. All my love.
There is one last thing I must confess to before I go my child. I fear I have done the worst. I was the witch who counteracted the spell. I did all that I could. In the end, I could only replace the mate in the spell over the wolves. I feel the guilt and shame of our accursed bloodline. The Goddess must know I did what I did to save her beautiful creations, but I fear we will always be a slave to the Aradia line. She will find out my betrayal eventually, and I fear she will make my children suffer if I fail to kill her.
My dearest one, I believe I have made the right choice. I pray to the Goddess every night she will have mercy on our line.
~Emery Winchester Lam
I stayed up all night re-reading her last entries. My heart stunk in my chest. This Emery had tried to stop my ancestor. Aradia – the one she went to kill, at that time already had a daughter, who I was assuming was my grandmother? Our line was yet unbroken, and the darkness in it was real. I didn’t trust Aria, my mother. I couldn’t. I also knew there had to be another diary in that library and I would have to find the next of Emery’s diaries.
Sitting on the bed looking out the window had me jittery. What was this key to the spell? The answers were waiting for me in that library. But was Aria was aware of them as well? Spells Emery had pleaded her daughter keep secret and safe were ripped out of the back of the book. Had to be one my ancestors work, if not my mother. At least the text describing the spells was still there. I hoped it would be the same for the other diary. I had to go back to the library and hope to find the second volume.
I slipped from under my covers and tip-toed to the door. I listened carefully. When the house appeared to be asleep, I slipped out the door.
I moved through the house as quietly as I could. To get to the library I knew I would have to head to the other wing of the house. I took the round-about way most of the time, to make it seem like I was just wandering. I rarely ran into anyone, but I didn’t know for sure if Aradia had someone following me.
The house seemed so different this time of the night. Each sound was like thunder. I tried not to flinch every when wood creaked beneath my feet.
I stopped. There was an unnatural creak down the hall. I