Page 17 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Truthfully, he was the ONLY thing keeping her from losing her mind.

At Avalon’s words, she protested.

“I’m not evil. I was a cop. I helped people. I don’t hurt anyone. My parents have been dead for a while. I don’t know what my family could have possibly done to anyone!”

Avalon reassured her.

“Hate gets twisted,” she admitted. “As the generations carried that hate, it became greater as it was passed down. Your family was originally here when the trials happened. Salem’s ground is filled with blood. We know of the infamous trials, but something happened before that.”

They all listened.

Hopefully, this would give them some insight, because Wynter was dead, and it appeared that Genesis was next.

“People left Europe to escape many different things. Religious persecution being one of them. Here, in Salem, this is where many Pagans settled. They stuck to the East Coast when the boats brought them here.”

They knew the history.

Living here, it was difficult not to be aware of all of that history. It lived and breathed around them.

Especially near Halloween.

“What you don’t know is that there was a war before The Burning Times. Before people began hunting witches, there was a time when the people who worshiped something darker controlled this. These lands were teaming with Natives, and they had spirits they worshipped. Add in the influx of dark magick practitioners, and things were summoned.”

And this was where Julian started getting itchy palms. This sounded like a trip down a not-so-good memory lane.

Been there.

Done that.

Hesitantly, he went there.

“Like what?” he inquired. “Are you saying something more demonic?”

She shrugged.

“That’s a religious term for it. It’s a dark energy, and some people worshipped it. Your ancestors, Genesis, were highly religious. They made sure that stopped. Like with dark and light having to balance, good and evil also has to balance.”

Genesis closed her eyes.

This was getting to be too much.

“I don’t know how to deal with this. Something that happened over four hundred years ago is biting me in the ass? How do I stop it?”

That was why she was here.

Fate had woven the tapestry, and Avalon was slowly trying to unravel it, so that people didn’t die.

Genesis.

Lucian.

Her.

“It grew,” she stated. “Bloodlines converged, and they made choices. Everything before now fed into it, and that hate grew with this person. Doors were opened and left unclosed.”

Raven got it.

As a witch, you ALWAYS closed the door.