Devils Roses 04 - Witch

a small second.
    “Dim the lights and light a bunch of candles.” Sam grabbed the plate from Aimee and placed it on the small table. He grabbed a glass of water from the bar and poured it into the shallow plate.
    “Make sure the candles are behind the spot. They need to be behind where she is going to read.” He smiled at Ophelia, “You need to look into this plate and relax your mind. We will ask questions and you will see answers okay?”
    She nodded looking lost, “This is how a witch gets answers?”
    He nodded, “I saw the Wiccan's do this tons. Plus this plate is really magical.”
    She fidgeted with her fingers and looked into the water.
    “Calm the mind Ophelia. Push away every thought and worry. Just relax and breathe.” He tried to speak as low as he could.

Chapter Twenty-One
    Ophelia

    The water looked normal. She wanted to help them so they would help her get her sister and her life back but she doubted her own abilities. She knew there was magic, too many things had occurred for her to doubt that, but at the same time she had never seen a vision.
    She cleared her mind and watched the water in the golden plate. Just as she felt the last cog in her mind stop turning, the water rippled. She looked closer. The bottom of the plate fell away revealing an incredibly deep hole filled with water.
    “Okay I think you can ask now.” She felt detached and fuzzy.
    Aimee blurted quickly, “Did I make the right decision to break up with Shane?”
    The water turned stormy and dark suddenly. Waves started to lap across the tops of the hole. A handsome man with dark blond hair and bright blue eyes sat alone in a room. He was drinking a beer with the TV on and his police uniform shirt open to reveal a white under shirt. He looked like a slob. He looked miserable. In a flash he was at a scene of an accident. A woman in blue jeans and a baby blue t-shirt held her hand to her face. Blood dripped from her forehead. He wiped the blood away. She smiled at him. The next flash he was holding a baby in a hospital room. The lady from the accident smiled from a hospital bed. His eyes still had sadness in them.
    “He’s going to save a woman and fall in love and have a baby. He looks happy I guess. Haunted still maybe. So I guess you did. His life looks like he moved on.”
    “My turn, how can I break my match?”
    She frowned. She didn’t understand the question. She watched as the water churned again and when the picture cleared a beautiful woman stood at the edge of a lake. An older woman walked to her. Her back was to Ophelia. The scene looked old fashioned. They both wore old-fashioned dresses and bonnets. The young woman opened her dress and the older woman whispered, “Fod yn rhydd o’r cadwyni o gariad” then she pulled a dagger from the holster on her hip and dragged it across her hand making bright red blood appear. She coated the dagger in the blood and then plunged it into the heart of the woman. Ophelia gasped and the woman screamed in agony. The older woman pulled the dagger out. No wound was there but a scar remained. The older woman turned to face Ophelia. She gasped again seeing the younger face of Lydia walking away from the screaming woman.
    “I have to cut myself and say some shit and then stab you. Lydia did it in the mirror to a young woman. She is so beautiful. She looks like she is in agony though.”
    “You know what to say right? Not just some shit?”
    “Yeah god. The words are repeating in my head right now.”
    Aimee cut Sam off, “Will I get my sister back?”
    Ophelia thought of her own sister momentarily as the water splashed and rolled inside of the hole. She waited for the water to clear but it didn’t. She started to feel sick. She dropped to one knee.
    “I don’t think I can do anymore right now.”
    Sam was behind her smelling amazing. She felt rejuvenated as her body leaned back into him.
    “Ophelia I have the dagger if you could just do this little spell for me quickly.”
    She looked back at him and nodded, “Yeah alright fine whatever.”
    He bent down and pulled a small dagger from his sock.
    “What is this Braveheart? Who keeps knives in their socks?”
    He smiled, “Hey I grew up with earth witches. They always have a spare blade somewhere or salt in a pocket.”
    He passed her the blade. It was still warm from being near his skin.
    She looked at him, “Are you sure I can do this?” Her nerves started to freak her out.
    “I can’t die anyway. Stabbing me in