Page 27 of Wallflower Witch
One day, the sun will shine again
One day, the land will be free.
When the ground grows,
When the sun shows,
The savior will come
To break the curse.
She’ll stand against Evil
She’ll set us all free.
She’ll bring the O’Byrnes back from the grave.
The Morigana she will be.
I freeze as I listen. “That’s a pretty song. Where did you learn that?” I ask.
“Nan taught us,” says the younger girl. “Before she went away. She said it was important that we learned it. It could help save the family.”
“It sounds like Nan is very smart.” I smile at the little girl. “I enjoyed playing with you, but I think my friends and I need to go now.” I push myself up off the floor.
“Will you come back?” asks the older of the two.
“I’ll try my best,” I tell her before turning and fleeing from the room.
I race down the stairs, not knowing where I’m going except that I need to get out before I’m sick, reaching the bottom floor before the guys catch me.
“Mor, are you okay?” asks Patrick. “Forgive me for saying, but you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Josh throws an elbow into his side before adding, “His words could have been better, but he’s right. One minute you were sitting on the floor and smiling, then your face lost all color, and I thought you were going to pass out.”
“And you’re shaking,” Matts says, moving to rub his hands up and down my arms.
I pull in a shuddering breath. “I’m okay,” I say. “There were two little girls in the room who wanted me to play. It was going well until they started to sing a nursery rhyme of some kind. It was about a curse and evil and savior of the family named Morigana.” I shiver again. “It seemed more of a prophecy than a silly made up song.”
The guys are silent for a few minutes, staring at me as I focus on my breathing and calming my pounding heart, and the nausea slowly recedes.
“It had my name in it!” I gasp.
All three of their mouths fall open.
“Maybe this town hasn’t been deserted as long as we thought,” Josh says.
“My family has been watching the town for multiple generations, but I don’t know how many exactly…At least a hundred and fifty years” Patrick trails off.
“Things are getting interesting,” Matt says, rubbing my back. “I’m glad I came along.”
“I’m glad you came along too,” I tell him. “So what now?”
We glance at each other, then a flicker of movement on the stairs catches my attention. I jerk, still not used to ghosts appearing and disappearing at random.
“I’m guessing we are not alone,” Matt whispers.
I shake my head, watching a woman in a mid-length, dark dress turn to face Matt. “And I don’t think whispering is working. She’s looking at you.”