THE MAGICIAN
CHAPTER NINE: THE BLOOD OATH Unknown Location The small dark room was small and confined: the black out curtains were draped leaving the room in perpetual darkness, candles were lit illuminating the poorly lit room. Everything was covered in dust, from the bookshelf to the ancient Victorian furniture. There on the floor Loise sat drawing to what seemed to be a pentagram with a piece of chalk. Her hands were white as snow, chalky and ashy. Inside the carefully crafted circle were even more candles that were producing black wax. Rain could be heard pouring like a raging waterfall. The window was open aghast, small drops precipitation came rushing through the window. The wind howling like a tornedo. The old window was blown vigorously due to the strong wind, creaking with a loud bang. Loise Osborne was about to conjure an entity. Her hands were sweaty and greasy, a bead of sweat trickled surreptitiously down her brow. Her magic had been taken away from her, her spells were wea...
