Chapter 6
High Priestess
“Ladies, thank you for meeting me here tonight,” I said to Elyse, Carli, and Cassi. The four of us had assembled around the fire pit next to Beckoning Pond, at the back edge of Chance’s property, under the ambiance of the moonlight.
Elyse reached forward and clasped my hand with hers. “Anything for you, Rosie. But why are we here? Why didn’t you request Chance and Sky?”
I smiled fondly at my newest friend, this clairvoyant, green witch with her heart of gold. “Because times are changing.”
Cassi nodded her head. “I can sense it too, High Priestess. The same feeling that urged us to move to this town is growing, almost magnifying.”
Cassi was such a gem. She was still a little awestruck by me, which I didn’t really understand. She was powerful in her own right, but I appreciated her awareness of the shifts coming.
I closed my eyes and waited on her wife, Carli, to speak. Well, not Carli exactly, but for her voice to be used as the mouthpiece of whichever god or goddess summoned us to gather here today.
She didn’t disappoint.
“Your obedience is noted,” Carli said in a voice not her own. It was powerful, as it always was when one of the gods or goddesses spoke through her, but more lyrical this time.
“High Priestess, it is so nice to finally speak to you through words instead of impressions.”
My heart swelled. I knew the minute I heard that voice that this was my goddess, Hecate, the one I’d followed since I was a little girl.
I bowed my head. “You honor me with your words.”
A tinkling laugh fell from Carli’s lips. “You honor me with your life. All of you,” she said. “You may not all be my children, but you’ve all been obedient to my sisters and brothers. You’ve remained open, letting your footsteps be guided by that which you cannot see.
“You’ve pushed into the other side, the realms in between, the nature and the earth, the lakes and the oceans, and the vastness of this universe. You are beloved among us, and it pleases us that you are here for such a time as this.”
Elyse, Cassi, and I glanced at each other, unable to speak in the face of such praise.
“I have come here with a special request. For the supernatural to continue to align, I need you to guide these young men who have been placed in your care.”
I saw Cassi mouth, Booker, the young sorcerer that she and her wife had taken in.
Elyse’s gaze fixed on mine, silently communicating with Chance and Skyler.
But I knew—I’d known since the moment I laid eyes on him—that there was another.
The tinkling laugh came again before the goddess used Carli’s voice as her mouthpiece again to say, “Yes, High Priestess. Yes. Scotty is the bridge.”
Elyse and Cassi’s eyes widened.
“He is the bridge for the others. The Dreamwalker will explore more, go deeper than ever before, deeper than even you and your husband did, High Priestess, with his tether by his side.
“And, oh, the things the young sorcerer, Booker, will bring to this world. We must align with the others—the fae and the Magi.” She hummed. “But first, it will be the vampires.” That tinkling laugh rang out again.
I knew that Lysandro, our town librarian, was a vampire. It seemed strange and a little shocking that things would change with him now after he’d already been part of our community for so long.
“The ancient vampire of your town is like you, High Priestess. He is wise and knowledgeable. Unlike you, he’s run from his fate, from his destiny. But now there is a new one. There is a fledgling, one who has been made by another, but will become Lysandro’s all the same.
“You four will continue to support them, to guide them, to love them. You will continue your journey of assembling this family as you have until this day.
“Thank you, my children, my daughters, for all you have done for this land,” she concluded as her voice floated away.