Descendants revenge

Chapter 8

I stand and wander back to the box. I run my hands through my already sleep mussed hair and slide onto the floor. Being pregnant is not fun. I'm going to have a terrific time getting off of this damned floor.

I rub my swelling stomach and curse. I scoot forward and hold my hands over the sides of the box and start to chant. The thing about using spells is the more powerful ones are worded in the ancient language.

The spells I can perform are spoken in Arabic. A modern form of my people's language. The ones in the ancient language are dead. Hardly anyone knows how to translate those. I have multiple books in the library. But I can't read them. My parents didn't live long enough to teach me.

"Aftah lay. Maftuhatan ealaa dami. Aftih lisahri. 'Adeu 'iilhti. 'Adeu sihraha. 'Iizis tati li."

I can hear the words echo in the back of my mind as I chant. 'Open to me. Open to my blood. Open to my magic. I call on my goddess. I call on her magic. Isis come to me.'

As I chant I slice open my palms letting the blood drip onto the chest. The runes and hieroglyphs glow a deep red as my blood runs through the carved in lines. I continue to chant and I feel the sweat build and run down my back and chest. This is straining my body and my magic. Even with the blood magic. I can't hold on much longer.

I pull onto my magic just a tad bit more and grunt at the force. I can't go too far. I could lose my magic forever. But I need this magic. I need to open this chest! I need to open this chest! The determination is blinding. Blood drops out of my nose but my concentration does not stop.

Blood magic is dangerous. Nobody in their right mind would use a blood spell this powerful.

"Well then. I guess my parents were crackheads. Because this did not make a lot of sense."

I snort and cough.

"Ew. Now I know not to snort durning nosebleeds."

Finally I hear a click. The moment a slight smile graces my face I lose consciousness. I wake in a dark room and groan.

"I'm dead, aren't I? Fuck."

"No flower, you're not dead." My papa wheezes.

"Papa?" I gasp once I realize that I am talking to my father.

"Your mama could not make it here, flower. But I am here to tell you you did a great job with the chest."

I look around the dark room trying to see my father. Where is he?

"Don't strain yourself. You will not be able to see me."

I cross my arms and pout. This is very upsetting. A death vision twice and I can't even see who I am talking to.

"You see Violet. I am here to tell you something important."

"And that is?"

"Still sassy as ever."

"How do you know that?"

"I have watched you grow flower. I have been beside you every step of the way. Watched your whole life as you grew."

Watched my whole life? Dear gods. He hasn't seen me doing the do right? He must have seen my face because he burst out in laughter.

"Don't worry I know how to leave a scene when I am not wanted."

"It's not funny papa."

"Okay, okay. Now onto the important stuff. Violet. Me and your mother never told you why you can never forget anything. When you were young we put a spell on you. So if we died you would remember everything.