location: the nearby river and brocks grave
date: thursday, september 19th and friday, september 20th at midnight exactly.
summary: amelia is desperate to have her life back to how it was before brock died, so she tries to bring him back from the dead.
Amelia gathers all of the items that she finds that she needs for the ritual at hand; a large hunting knife, the athame alar cloth, a glass jar, hieroglyphics, the symbols of osiris (a white crown), 4 white candles and a jar of holy water. She puts it all in her bag and heads out of Nate’s front door and to the woods where she starts part one of the resurrection ritual. the forest on the edge of town was next to the river where she needed to be in order to get the ritual started, and where she knew there were stray animals wondering around - unbeknownst to their demise waiting to happen.
She sits on the gravel path next to the running water, the cool breeze calming her nerves. It had been three full days since Amelia had any type of substance and she was proud of that fact, though she knew that she was going to do this ritual and from reading about Osiris, he was pure so she needed to be, too. Taking the bag off of her back, she places everything in front of her, laid out on the cloth. The chant that she memorized, had to come into play and she closed her eyes to concentrate before the words escaped her lips:
“Adoni, Helumnay, Peenay, Adoni, Helumnay, Peenay. The gods do command thee from thy majesty. Oh mapulamun. Adoni, Helumnay, Peenay, come forward blessed one. Now know your calling, come forward oh blessed one.”
She takes the large hunting knife from the ground and opens her eyes spotting the deer in the distance. The darkness surrounding the water seemed blacker than normal - the deer not noticing her in the background as they sniffed at the ground and the running water. Amelia hesitates for just a split second before she stabs the animal over and over again - the crimson blood staining her body. She doesn’t stop until she knows that the animal is dead and sits back on her heels as she finishes the chant:
“Accept our humble gratitude for your offering: in death you give life, may you find wings to the kingdom.”
It is only then that she finds the courage to cut out the heart of the deer and puts it in the glass jar with as much blood as she can pour in. She gathers the rest of the items and leaves the sight - the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Now she waits until midnight to continue her desperate attempt at her old life.
Amelia gathers two girls from the squad and two guys from the football team to help her with the ritual. They were well aware of what was going to happen and although a little freaked, they were with her on getting the ritual done. They gather at the grave sight of Brock and she hands out the candles to each other individuals before she takes out the animal heart from her bag. She positions herself in front of his grave - the others on each side of the grave with the candles lit in their hands. She has the white crown on her head - the symbol of Osiris and she pours the blood into the urn before she holds the urn within her hands.
“Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us!”
She yells as she dips her finger into the blood and draws a line going down her forehead, and one on each cheek facing inward.
“Before time and after, before knowing and nothing.”
She slowly pours the blood from the urn onto the grave, the crimson staining the dirt.
“Accept our offering, know our prayer, Osiris. Here lies Brock of the people. Please let him cross over, Osiris, let him cross over.”
She repeats the chant, over and over again until the light dies down from the candles and as much as she thought that she would feel the peace rush over her, she feels nothing. She looks around and doesn’t see what she envisioned happening and as the rest of the crew leaves, she finds herself sitting on the ground and just staring at the grave. What did she do wrong?
“Osiris, am I not worthy enough? Please let him cross over. Please.”
She begs over and over again for as long as she can remember before she slumps against the ground and closes her eyes.
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