Once upon a time ago, I was told by one of the few remaining true Druids (you know who you are) in our happy little world that I would come into great power. However, it wouldn't happen until I needed it. Well, tonight was that time. Our son, Jackson, woke around midnight, screaming as if he had seen the most horiffying thing ever dreamed in the darkest dreams of the most twisted minds. When April went to retrieve him and comfort him, she, too, felt the same terror he did. She immediately left the room and called on me. I quickly armed myself with what little I had, entered the room, and shut the door behind me. Immediately, every hair on my body stood on end. I could not just see the darkness in the room, the shadows, the almost hidden places, but I could also feel it. Trying to reach inside me. Trying to touch my thoughts, to twist them and turn them against me. So, without a moment's hesitation, I began casting a circle about me. With that done, I began to battle this.... thing. This dark entity. As I locked wills with it, it kept trying to feed my mind with frightening images. Images of myself plunging my athame into my own heart. Images of me, tearing my home apart with my bare hands. This made me angry. And when my anger built, I felt something else build with it. It almost felt as though I was standing on a live electrical wire, with the power slowly being fed into it. But it wasn't at all painful. Quite the oposite, actually. It made me feel almost as though I could fly if I really tried. And it was at that moment that I felt... it... begin to back down. And as my voice and strength began to raise, it began to shrink further and further away. Finally, athame in hand, I did the only thing I could think to do. I stabbed out into the darkness, with all my physical and spiritual strength. It was at that very moment I felt a sense of instant peace and calm. I also felt the cold sweat that had been forming on my head, even though the room is a constant cool 70 degrees. With the task completed and the darkness sent away, I stepped out of the room to find Jackson giggling in the bath. When he was all dry and dressed, I put him back in his crib. I was sure there would be some fuss, but nothing. He found his bottle, watched his Pooh mobile as it turned, and was quickly out. And now, I am going to close this out and take myself away for a much needed sleep.
