Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found ❯ Where are you Robin? ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4: Where are you Robin?

Robin's eyelids fluttered open, her head lolled to one side. She watched the shadows dance across the ceiling. Robin sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold against her feet, sending a shiver through her small body. She made her way to the window seat and stared into the night sky. A soft sigh escaped her when she looked down at the quartz rock she was clenching in her hand.

"Amon," she whispered.

"He's not who he seems," came a voice from behind.

Robin turned to look and watched her mother appear before her. She was dressed in black, her eyes luminous in the dark. The air around her seemed to stir; a gentle breeze crossed the room as Maria moved closer. Robin watched as her mother glided towards her. As she came nearer, Robin turned away. She leaned her head against the wall.

"Are you a ghost?" she asked.

"An apparition, I was sent to you; just as you were sent to him in his dream," replied Maria.

Robin turned her head so she could look into those familiar eyes. She saw the likeness, the same as in the photographs, but her mother was older, wiser it seemed. She watched as the black gown billowed around her small figure, the long honey-kissed hair swirl about Maria's head.

"I wish I had known you," said Robin.

Maria looked into the eyes of her daughter, a sad smile crossing her face. Maria reached out and laid a pale hand on her cheek. Robin felt only a soft breeze whisk across her face. Suddenly Maria's entire demeanor changed. Robin watched as her green eyes began t flash, her body became rigid and stiff, her arms up stretched, a cruel and self-righteous smile crossing her once delicate features. Her face seemed to age and harsh lines dug deep into her skin. Her lips became crinkly and rough, her hands began to wither. Her once melodious voice spoke though now it sounded harsh and cold, like a winter chill rushing across the mountains.

"Powers kindled in the dark,

Shadow and flame listen I hark.

Hear me now flames of old,

Water is stronger by three times fold.

The man in black, once a seed,

His powers now you must heed.

The time will come when he must choose,

Life and love you both will lose."

Robin watched, fascinated as the wind whipped around her and lighting flashed around her. The quartz in her hand began to burn. She could feel the cold digging into her skin. She watched as the stone turned to ice, stabbing into her hand, drops of blood stained the once pure rock. The cold was intense, painful, taking her over like dry ice. Robin watched at Maria repeated her chant.

Then she was gone. All was quiet. Robin looked down at her hand and saw the blood begin to clot. The ice had turned back into the quartz rock. Robin looked up, there was no sign that Maria had ever been there. The night passed on but Robin couldn't find peace. Maria's words were haunting her mind.

"Water is stronger by three times fold, Life and love you both will lose. What does that mean?" she thought.

Robin's mind was plagued with thoughts of Amon and his newfound power. "The ice, the water, his powers are opposite mine, yet they are stronger. How can this be? Water dowses flame, is he here for some greater purpose? Am I here for something? If so what is it?"

It was still dark when Robin left the convent. Covered in a black cloak she hurried across the grounds until she reached the entry. The gate was locked. She looked around then turned back to the lock. Her eyes flashed and she watched as the lock melted into nothing. She hurried through the entrance and rushed down the street, heading into the small village. It was cold and rain pelted her face as she hastily made her way down the old cobblestone road. She glanced around again, making sure she wasn't followed. She reached a tiny shop with an imperceptible door. She knocked seven times, waiting for the owner to answer.

The door creaked open an inch, a pair of beady yellow eyes peered out onto the street. The door was pulled open and Robin hurried inside. She took off her cloak and hung it up on the rack. She looked into the wise eyes of Aradia Ewer. The woman was dressed in a simple dress with long sleeves and a high neck collar.

"You've come early today," said Aradia. "Your mother came to you didn't she. She told you about him. What did she say, exactly, I need to know."

Robin wasn't startled by the elder woman's revelations. She knew Aradia was a witch and a wise woman who practiced in the Wiccan ways. Robin sat down on a small settee. She looked up and recited the chant for Aradia.

"Powers kindled in the dark,

Shadow and flame listen I hark.

Hear me now flames of old,

Water is stronger by three times fold.

The man in black, once a seed,

His powers now you must heed.

The time will come when he must choose,

Life and love you both will lose."

Aradia looked at Robin, her face expressing nothing. Robin watched as the older woman thought about this new found information. She looked at Robin, turned away and headed into a back room. She came back a few minutes later holding a tightly bound leather book. The Wiccan Book of Shadows. Each witch who practiced Wicca had one.

"In this book is the history of our beliefs. This man, in black, Amon, he is now the Craft-user of water. He won't long be a Craft-user, for he, like you, possesses and element power. Your opposite. Only one person on mother earth can posses each element. The strongest is water. It is odd though," she said.

Robin looked up, "What's odd?"

"Women have always possessed the water element and men have always possessed the fire element. Water symbolizes fertility, child-birth, prophetic dreams, empathy, shape-shifting, healing, purification and psychism. Water is fluid and soft like woman, it has no need for war and violence. Fire is possessed by the man. It symbolizes his violent ways. Fire witches are full of strength and truth; they are protectors and guardians, the authority. It has been this way since Pyralis and Aqua. They are the first ever element craft users and from them air and earth were created. When these four combine, the spirit guardian Ceva is called. Women are the power, and are the creatures here to put out the fire. We are calm and have intuition. It is odd that the powers have been reversed.

Robin looked up in shock. Thoughts crowding her mind, she was created by someone, not naturally conceived, had she somehow disrupted the order? What was going on?

"Child, it was not you. His powers were in him all along; they have always been Water Craft. He is older than you. You are here for some purpose; we don't know what that is yet. He came to you in a dream. Asking you where you are. He will find the answer in his own time. This is a new revelation for witches. We must ask the guardians of the watchtowers for answers. Something is not quite right. The last part of the chant, "Life and love you both will lose," this is…"

Robin watched as the woman struggled to find the right word. Robin stood up, her face pale and wan. She looked around the room, fighting back the tears that threatened to come. She was confused, tired, and felt so alone.

"He will come to you again, Robin. He is looking for something and he thinks you have the answer," said Aradia. "Will you go to him when he asks?"

Robin turned from the imploring eyes of the witch; her head full and tired. She heard the church bells ring in the distance, the bells tolling the five a.m. hour.

"I must go," she said.