The World Walkers: Unknown World: Adara: Raining Mushrooms (part 2)

[k_a_webb]

Part 1

Trigger warning: mentions of child death/murder

Even though Raenarin was far away, both in time and distance, Adara still found herself worrying about the coven she’d left behind. From the time she’d been dumped on the doorstep of one of the witches they’d brought her up to be one of them. Someone who would follow them no matter what. Maybe if she hadn’t been so young when she got pregnant she might have gone along with what they’d done to her baby son, because she would have felt an even stronger connection to them after her initiation. Instead they’d pushed her away, by… she shook her head, not wanting to remember it, but it was one of those things that was impossible to forget. Sons were too dangerous. That night she’d packed everything she owned and left Raenarin, her coven, and her dead baby behind.

A tear trickled down Adara’s cheek. Every day she thought of the child her baby might have grown to be. If the witches hadn’t of ended his life prematurely he’d be coming up to four years old and she could imagine what he’d look like, especially when he saw the mushrooms falling from the sky. When another tear trickled down her cheek she pushed the thoughts of her son to the back of her mind again, because it was the only thing she could do, and focused on the mushrooms in the basket in front of her. Having something to focus on always helped. She picked up one of the purple ones, studying it, wondering if she might have passed a patch of them during her escape from Raenarin.

It had been dark, even when Adara left Raenarin, going from one world where it was late night to another where the night seemed to continue on forever. Her plan had been to try to get to another world, but she didn’t know where any of the doors were or if she’d be able to use one. When she realised she really had left Raenarin behind, that she’d never have to deal with the witches again, a wave of relief washed over her, even though she had no idea how she was going to survive on her new world. At that moment it didn’t really matter as much as it did in the future, when she realised the only thing she was good at was magic.

Shaking her head Adara turned her mind back to the mushroom. Finding herself on a different world had been as exciting as it was relieving and she found herself staring at everything she walked past, using a small ball of witch light to guide her. On the ground she’d definitely seen a patch on something, because she could remember wondering if she might be able to use it in a spell, but she couldn’t remember exactly what it was or what colour it was. Thankfully she’d been taught to write everything down and she knew that whatever she saw that first night would be documented in the journal she kept back then.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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