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Never perform spellwork alone. There is a high risk of hemorrhage and head trauma.
Thessa stood frozen. She was in another realm, one cast in dark shadows and mist. The wind whipped past, blowing her hair violently across her face. There was no glimmer, no light, and nothing pretty in sight. The air was heavy and too thick to see anything.
“Thessa.” Her name boomed from a feminine, majestic voice. “You’ve come.”
She spun in place, looking for the owner of that voice. There was nothing but darkness. She blurted the first thing that came to mind. “I thought we couldn’t talk in the In-Between?”
“This is not what they refer to as the In-Between.” The response was snappy and short.
Thessa would’ve left if she could. Regret weighed on her shoulders like two boulders. “Then where am I?”
“This is your soul. Dark and lovely, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“The English language, and other customs your realm adopted from the mortals are nonsensical, my translation may not be perfect, but it will do. The soul is best for direct communication, you can hear me, can you not?”
She kept looking for the owner of that curt voice, an exit … anything. “We’re inside my soul?”
“Well, technically ours. Our soul, yes.”
“How?”
“Thessa. Too many questions. Our souls are connected, of course, otherwise this communication would not be possible.”
She paused, then asked, “Are you, my mother?”
“That I am, but I am you, and you are me, well, soon to be.”
A riddle.
Thessa shook her head, confusion taking over. “What?”
The voice spoke again, “On the Shadow Moon you will know.”
“I don’t follow the moons.”
“You will understand soon.”
It was too vague. “You’re my mother, but you’re me? You realize that doesn’t add up.”
The majestic voice continued, “You called for your mother, did you not? I did not birth you, but I am your mother. You are of my essence and my blood.”
“Hekate?” Was this the goddess of witchcraft? This was far from soothing, as described by Leora. In fact, it felt like quite the opposite.
The feminine voice laughed, sending a rumble beneath Thessa’s feet. “No, no. Not Hekate.”
“Gaia then?” Could this be the goddess of all living things?
“Oh Thessa, so many questions. There is more to your world than Hekate, and her great grandmother, Gaia. Is that all they taught you in your history lessons? Why am I not surprised.”
She wasn’t sure the voice knew what she was saying, after all it was working off translations. “So you’re not me, not quite my mother, and you’re not our goddess, orthegoddess. So, who are you then?”
“I am all of those things.”
Thessa palmed her forehead, mumbling about tricks.
“You will understand soon, the Shadow Moon is coming,” the voice continued.