Free Timeless Witch by C. L. Scholey

Chapter 1
    I’ve always hated floating in the dark, in a continual abyss of nothingness. The endless amount of wasted time spent waiting, waiting. Your immature body trying to catch up and coexist with insurmountable thoughts. Bombarded with thousands of years of feelings. Trying to gain control over the slightest tiny contraption, such as opening and closing a meager fist, wiggling a tiny toe. Sightless, except for the memories from within that plague you endlessly. My thoughts consume me.
    Suspended animation was my legacy, it would seem.
    But for now, I was safe. Alistair couldn’t find me here. Alistair; oh, how I hated his loathsome name. It rolled as though off a serpent’s tongue, defiling my mind, polluting my entire being. He waited, I knew, for me to call to my witch birthright. My miniscule powers were of no use to me, really. I would not have the full benefit of my magic until many years hence. There was no need to energize my gift, a beacon that would alert him to my soul’s rebirth.
    No, better to float, to wait, to plan. Better to seek the best way to gain my revenge. Oh, he would pay for my demise and the demise of my loved ones. The only solace, my only true comfort, was in knowing I had caused his destruction. With my last breath, I had taken his earth-bound body, sucked him into the abyss with me. Stupid fool that he was, he thought he could best me when my grief had shattered my soul.
    But, no, my anger made me strong. My fury was blind, dark, unseeing vehemence. He stole from me my precious Randar. My life, my love, my destiny, my soul mate. It is a good thing this body is too young to cry; although, seeing as though I am encased in fluid, I guess metaphorically I am swimming in a sea of tears. I think for now, I will sleep. I will sleep and I will plan and I will sleep...and I will sleep.
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    All Hallow’s Eve. A night that was specifically created through time by the gods, deemed as a necessary evil and a much-needed good. A truce of sorts, if you will, a balance between asymmetry and symmetry. It has been ordained to belong to witches, demons, good and evil alike. With good reason.
    There is a predestined energy about this night that the gods themselves created after evil’s first birth. The night when Magic is at its strongest. A special night which belongs to solar, earth and air, fire and water. Most importantly, it belongs to everyone and no one. Any creation may come forth without exclusion. We are all welcome. We were all one, at some point in time, after all.
    And if born on this sacred day, you are blessed with the protection of the Keeper of Halloween, the most impartial being that could ever exist. There are times when he sways a tad closer toward good than evil, but perhaps those are just my thoughts. Nevertheless, regardless of the power in this special night, there are some who rush to be born sooner.
    There was the amusing episode of an evil warlock who miscalculated the exact date on or around the early 1900s. So angry was he that he missed his mark by mere moments, he brought havoc to parts of the world in mischievous ways, hence the beginning of Devil’s night.
    There is something exciting and thrilling about the birth of one on All Hallows’ Eve. No matter to which era I would return in the future, I would always have the power of Halloween. For like time, this was a night when all kinds come forth endlessly.
    All types of dimensions coexist. Witches walk with mortals and demons as one. Behind the façade of a mask, who can tell who is who? Behind the masquerade of a human face, is he real, or is he the Grim Reaper out for a stroll in the earthly moonlight? In the camouflage of darkness, is it really someone of this world, or this dimension? Who knew? That was part of the magic, the mystery.
    It was on this night that it would appear my wait was to be over. At long last, it was happening: My rebirth. I had waited so long. I could feel the tightening of my quarters, feel