Read Resurrected for Free Online

The night had quickly turned into early
morning and her time for researching was almost up. Ancient scrolls
and bundles of yellowing parchment bound with strings of grass were
strewn about the small hut. The scent of rain filled the space,
entangled with the gentle smell of rainforest. For page after page
she read of demons and spirits. What their strengths and weaknesses
were, what enabled them to survive and what incantations and spells
might subdue them.
     
    On the
twenty-eighth night of her quest for knowledge, she found spells
that could be crucial to her plight. That
night, Eme decided she had gathered enough information and would
pay one last visit to the old priest. Deep within Eme’s soul, the
old man quickened her. It was not for appearances that this mortal
enticed her, but his life experiences. She could not leave without
thanking him, nor could she leave without receiving the last bit of
knowledge he contained. Eme felt such admiration for this man, this
high priest of one hundred and two years.
    Eme gathered her pages of
notes and finished packing them carefully alongside the few
articles of clothing she had brought. The priest stood in the
doorway for some time without speaking. Eme knew of his presence
but did not acknowledge him until she was ready. With all her
strength she had been fighting against the thirst that had followed
her to this remote land like a shadow. Having not fed for nearly a
month–as though trying to prove something to herself–she had
refused to give in to the relentless thirst that had first befell
her in Quebec. But finally, she gave herself permission to treat
herself that night.
    “Come to me, priest,” Eme
said in a tender manner as she continued her packing. She waited a
moment. When he did respond to her mesmeric words, Eme turned to
face him. This time she locked her gaze with his and repeated,
“Come to me priest.”
    Without saying a word he
shuffled his way over to her. As he approached Eme, she looked
straight into his eyes. Eme reached out to the priest, grabbing the
back of his neck and held onto him gently.
    “Time for me to learn the
last bit of knowledge you have to offer, old man. You have taught
me well so far and for that I am grateful.” Eme pulled the priest
close to her and her mouth clamped onto his neck in one swift
movement. Eme was in ecstasy. As his blood coursed through her
veins she was bombarded with images from the priest’s life. As
quickly as the rapture began the visions ceased. So too did the
priest’s life.
    Eme pulled away from him,
taking one last glance at his dead body in her arms, his eyes open
only a sliver, his body limp. She suddenly became disgusted and
released the corpse, letting it fall to the ground. Her mind
swirled with the priest’s experiences. She stored the information
in her own memory so that she might use it when needed. Soon she
began to feel like herself again, and gathering her thoughts and
her bags, she left the village quietly and unseen to make her way
into the dense rainforest.
    Despite her quick pace
through the jungle, Eme still delighted in the sensation of the
heavy nighttime rain as it fell onto her body. Tonight would be the
first time she would try to evoke the power of flight, a test to
see how her magick’s abilities had developed. Eme stopped abruptly
when she felt she was far enough away from the village to make the
attempt. Reaching into her backpack she grabbed onto a blue glass
bottle and began pouring out its contents clockwise in a circle
around her. Inside the circle she placed tigers-eye stones on the
ground to form a triangle. Carefully, Eme then put a large,
deep-blue pendant carved with the symbol of air in the upper centre
of the triangle. Standing in the center of the triangle, Eme stood
motionless looking up towards the night sky. Unmoving as she was,
Eme appeared as though she were a statue dressed in khaki shorts
and top.
    Deep in concentration with
her eyes closed, Eme began to chant