Chapter 1 : The Meeting

When I open my eyes ; I find myself staring at the mirror . I am wearing a white dress , my hair in two neat braids and there are nails stuck at my palms .

"O Great mother Val !"

I open my mouth to speak , splitting out white feathers and meats and worms , my lips are torn , my dress is slippery with blood.

And I am annoyed . I watch the mirror and realise there is mirror at my back too . To be exact there are seven pairs of mirror .

"Great mother?"

There is this boy knelt before me .

"How dare - blerghhh ," I vomit on my dress , warm sticky blood mixing with juicy flesh , feathers and yes- more warms," How dare they bring up a Adam's child before me , blerghhh ."

In the grey darkness , the boy clinches ," Is - is that really you Great Mother-"

"Kneel !," I hiss ," And call the master of the circle ."

"That," the boy stutters , finally realising the outcome of his own work, " That is me ."

Impossible.

I freeze for a second . The night is quiet . The wind clinking the chains that has me dangled in the air , it's like I'm on a swing .

"Great Mother?," the boy's face is pale , he keeps backing away . Now that I see , he is crying out of fear , despair. There is another voice crying too.

'Hush baby , hussssshhhhhhhhhhhh'

I hum for it swinging .

"Great mother?," the boy sobs , half hope and half in fear ," Is she gone ?"

He drops on the floor , his tattered trouser is sticky red , so is his pale face , he is sobbing loudly now .

THUMP!

"BRING IT ! BREAK THIS CURSED DOOR!"

"Miss Suzy , miss Suzy ," there are wailing s outside . The boy scuffles back , I can see him shivering even though the night is not cold .

His white hair covers my view , the hair- it keeps making me remember something that I should not .

Somewhere was I on a swing like this ? my vision blurred with silver white fur, " Why don't you drop dead ?," I whisper in his ear.

He yelps getting back . But he is already inside the circle , the tiny- well not really tiny but- yeah , somewhat that , neat and beautiful seven circles and three triangles and eight pentagon - unless you are really great in geometry it's kind of hard to summon a 'Mother' - that's what 'we' humour about any ways .

The boy realises the very mistake that he should have never made . The chains clatters musically on the floor . I hug him from back , the musty smell of pegion's blood all over him ," I wonder , I wonder that _," I frown ," I wonder how it is you ."

He can't speak a word , looking like he is going to faint . His purple eyes has gone dull - purple ?

The door breaks and then people are rushing in . The sound, the smells give me headache - I was nauseous of their footsteps , I was dizzy of the blood flowing through their veins , they remind me - they remind me of green snap leaves of pine and the breeze and the nooze .

"Urghhh ," my whole body prickles , I am numb for a moment when the boy backs away , my hands are so stiff and I don't have the strength to catch

The people are pouring inside , they surround the boy . I feel a sharp pain pierce through me . And I realise -

"You weren't lying ."

It makes me feel crazy , as I watch the crowd beating him , his white hair caked with dust and now his own blood . The poor child may die of the leather boots kicking his ribs and stomach.

But he can't die yet . I - 'we' give a beautiful curse or call it a blessing to our summoner .After all , life is so tender and fragile like a little bird . If you have the key to the cage , you can keep the canary to yourself .

Canary was already mine to play when the pentagon was drawn , so no one can let it out now , not unless I say so .

"I am out the circle," the boy is still muttering as the boots beat him to death , his eyes are going blank ,"It's okay , I am out of the circle."

How smart of the child to know his priority.

That's when , the chains roll on the floor, I am wrapped in a net of soft hands and warm towels ,"Poor , poor Miss Says ."

The boy is looking at me , horrorstuck, he whishphers ,"No please," as the angry crowd surround him.

There is a reason for everything , that's what ' Mother' taught me , she taught me ,"Val , the circle is not the reason for your existence , the circle exists for you

I am laughing time now , I feel drunk of breathing in the air.The cool breeze of no smell or taste ,the delicious sofness of it filling up my lungs. There is really no air inside the circle . I didn't know I could be so thirsty for just air.

"Ahhahahahah," my laughter is choking me out of air but I can't help it, the madness is filling me up to the brink and spilling all over . Outside the night birds are shrieking and the moon is red like the color I would like on my scarf .

The answer has been so simple all along . The dust of chalk pale on the shabby floor, the breeze has stopped blowing , the world is unwelcoming ,"Ahahahahaha," but I am already outside .

"Ahahaha-urbbbb," I vomit on the already ruined skirt , the smell of sweats , the disgusting noisy humans , their breaths over me when they are struggling to pick me up,"Blrgghhhh," I am amused to the point that I have lost my sanity ,"Ahahahurgghhbbb," but the blood flowing through their veins make me dizzy like I would want to crawl back inside the pentagram.

I am tempted to when the smell of fish and onion overwhelms me as an old lady squeezes me crying , her skin rough and nails with fungus , her hoarse voice almost has me want to slap her but-

But-

"Shhh," the baby is still wailing ,I crawl into a ball and let the hands carry me . The thunder rolls on the sky even though there really isn't clouds there . The air has gone dry and hot .

It is perhaps the welcome ritual of the world whenever the hell breaks loose.8