A Gypsy Song (The Eye of the Crystal Ball - The Wolfboy Chronicles)
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So she did.
This time they grabbed her wrists and held her tight, while they laughed out loud in a high-pitched shrieking way.
Then pictures were flashing again and suddenly she found herself back in the caravan next to her own bed. Her mother and father were sitting beside it, with their heads bent. She walked closer and then she saw … herself.
She looked pale and gray, like life had gone from her face.
Her mother and father were crying and that was when Sara realized that she was dead. Her body was there in the bed, not breathing any longer and she was watching herself from the outside.
Sara burst into a scream and woke up in the darkness. A second later her mother came running.
“What is wrong? Did you have another bad dream?”
Sara tried to catch her breath, her heart was pondering in her chest. She couldn’t calm down. The dream had been so real. It felt so real.
“Tell me what did you dream?” Settela asked.
Sara tried to talk but ended up sobbing.
“I was … lying here on the bed … and you were sitting there… besides me … and you were … you were … all crying … ‘cause … ‘cause … I was … dead…”
Settela looked at Sara with a worried face. Then she hugged her and held her tight for a long time.
“Everything will be just fine.”
Sara wiped her nose and looked at her mother.
“I am afraid it won’t” Sara said.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember the Book of Foresights?”
Settela sighed, worried.
“Yes. Did you open it again?”
Sara nodded still sobbing.
“Oh, no, Sara you didn’t?”
“Yes, I did. It was the book that told me to look for the Eye of the Crystal Ball and find the cure for Marius.”
Settela sighed from deep within.
“I told you that would get you in to trouble.”
“Is that why I keep having nightmares about the three old women and the emptiness and me being dead?”
Settela thought for what seemed to Sara to be a long time.
“The three old women are the death spirits. It is Fate, Doom and Death. They have come to get you.”
Sara looked at her mother with wide open eyes.
“Get me? What do you mean by that?”
“Remember how I told you nothing is free, especially when you have to do with dark spirits and the underworld?”
“Yes.”
“Well, using the book costs a price, and it has to be as big as the one you gained by using its advice.”
“So what does it ask of me?”
Settela sighed deeply again.
“It wants you in return. A life for a life.”
“My life for Marius’?”
“I am afraid so.”
“But …”
Sara’s mother stopped her.
“We will have to find a way,” she said and got up. “I will have to look in my books and talk to the spirits today. There must be another way.”
Then her mother stormed out of the room and left Sara waiting anxiously.
She was gone all day. Sara didn’t see her at all. Even Moeselman came looking for her a few times, but Sara told him that she had gone to talk to the spirits about an urgent matter. Moeselman only grumbled something about how they were supposed to get something to eat and then he went away.
Sara went to see Manolo and they took a ride in the forest. She told him everything and as always he was a great support for her.
“Your mother is a great sorceress. She is at good standing with the good spirits. She will be able to work something out, I am sure. If anyone can, it is her,” he said.
Heavy in her heart, Sara sighed.
“But what if she can’t?”
“She will,” he neighed. “Trust me.”
But Sara was still afraid. All day long she had that anxious feeling nagging her inside her stomach.
As sunset came and she went back to the caravan, she found her mother and father talking loudly inside of it. Having never heard them argue like that before, she opened the door.
Before they saw her she heard a lot of words like.
“… This can’t be the only solution …”
“ … Bring a sacrifice …”
“I will not let you go through with this …”
And then they saw her standing in the doorway.
“Sara. Sweetheart,” her mother said. “Please leave us for a second. We will be out in one minute and talk to you.”
Sara stared at her mother with big wet eyes and then she did as she was told. Outside, one of Moeselman’s German Shepherds sat next to her and let her pet him.
“What is wrong, Sara?” it said after awhile.
“I am just concerned. I am nervous for what is going to happen to me,” she said and petted its back. She scratched it in the middle where she knew it couldn’t reach.
“That’s the spot,” the dog groaned. “Right there.”
“What do you think will happen to me?” she asked the dog not expecting an answer.
“I am sure everything will be fine,” it said with a very reassuring voice.
“Well I am not so sure anymore,” she said.
Another hour passed before Sara’s parents came out of the caravan. They asked her to follow them to the campfire where they sat down. They found a secluded place where no one from the tribe could hear them.
Settela sighed deeply before she spoke.
“I have been talking to the spirits all day and they have tried to be very helpful. But a pact is a pact, Sara. And when you opened the book and used it, you very well knew that it would have consequences.”
Sara bowed her head and nodded. Moeselman put his arm around her.
“The dark spirits wants your life in return for Marius’.”
Sara nodded hoping that what would come next would be more comforting. But it wasn’t.
“So I managed to make a new pact with the dark spirits.”
Sara looked up at her mother.
“They still want a life for a life, so …”
Sara felt the pressure from the tears in her eyes.
Moeselman took over.
“So they agreed to take your mother instead …” he said with a deep sigh.
“No!” Sara screamed.
Settela put her hand on her shoulder.
“It is the only way,” she said. “You are more important than I am. You will be the leader of the tribe one day. It is prophesied that you will be a mighty sorceress one day and fight the great demon of Azinehr. This world needs you. My time here is up.”
Sara got up with anger in her heart. As she did, the caravan standing closest to them lifted into the air and started spinning around.
“Sara! Calm down,” Moeselman said. “We have made our decision. This is how it is going to be.”
Sara tried to calm herself down, but as she did she felt the sorrow and anger grow even stronger inside of her and more caravans were lifted into the air.
“No!” she yelled and felt how she grew to double her size. “I will not let this happen!”
Then she felt her mother’s gentle touch on her hand and she immediately calmed down. The caravans landed on the ground and Sara shrunk to her normal size again. Her mother sat with her in her lap. She caressed her hair and chanted in her ear.
“It will all be good, Sara,” she whispered. “Just trust me.”
When the night came they were all still sitting holding each other. They heard something in the bushes and out of the forest crawled the three crooked women. Fate, Doom and Death. They laughed their high-pitched shrieking laughter while walking closer. Then they stopped. They looked at Sara and then they turned their heads to Settela. Their long claw-like fingers signaled that she should come with them.
“It is time,” she said and hugged Sara tight.
“I don’t want you to go,” Sara sai
d.
Settela kissed her forehead and caressed her cheek.
“I know, sweetie, but I have to.”
Settela got up and started walking towards the three old women. Sara felt Moeselman’s arm around her shoulder. Her great grandmother came out with Marius on her arm. She handed him to Sara. Settela turned around one last time and waved at them. A tear slipped from her eye and rolled down her cheek.
Sara took a step forward wanting so badly to kill those women and free her mother, but Moeselman grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.
“It is the right thing,” he said and held both her and Marius tight.
“What will happen to her?”
“They will feast on her blood all night and dance on her dead body,” the great grandmother said.
Sara felt warm salty tears pouring down her cheeks.
“I don’t want her to die.”
Then the great grandmother raised her head and for the second time in her life Sara saw her almost black eyes.
“You will see her again,” she said. “Nothing ever really dies.”
THE END
Dear Reader;
Thank you so much for purchasing A Gypsy Song. I hope you enjoyed it. I loved writing it and I am still deeply in love with many of the characters. One of them - Sami the Wolfboy- actually never left my mind and now he has his own book. Want to know his story?
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Table of Contents
THE BOOK OF FORESIGHT
THE GIRL IN THE BASKET
THE JINX
THE GYPSY GIRL
THE ROMANI
THE THIEF
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
A STRANGE ILLNESS
THE SINGING CAVE
WILD WITCHES VALLEY
ABIGAIL THE SNAIL
THE BEADS OF SOULS
THE SHIELD OF TRUTH
THE CITY OF LIGHTS
THE DARK JOURNEY
CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
THE LABYRINTH OF DARKNESS
ENTERING THE BLACK CASTLE
THE WITCH AND THE RING
THE EYE OF THE CRYSTAL BALL
THE HEALING TOUCH
A PRICE TO PAY
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