When You Wish Upon A Pixie: Induction

Chapter One

An ocean breeze blew through Raven's hair as she walked along the shore line. Looking up she could see dark clouds on the horizon. A flash of lightening in the distance lit up the dark water of the ocean below. Tonight would be a perfect night, an excellent night to light some candles and fall asleep as the storm rolls over, she thought as she kicked a conk shell. Her dark brown hair highlighted with dark purple blew across her face. She brushed her hair aside as the reason for her jaunt on the beach came into view. A small stone building protected by the elements formed a dark shadow on an otherwise bright beach.
Large blocks of black and gray granite, small, elaborate stain glass windows and a dark gray slate roof, formed the house where her parent’s graves had been erected. The entrance was already open and she could see the interior was dimly lit from the remaining sunlight that hung overhead. Crossing the threshold she took in the small interior of the ten by ten building. The stonework helped protect her parent's headstones from the elements. The ground was a mixture of sand, gravel and soil, the air inside smelled of salt, earth and water. Two large, black boulders with a smooth face surrounded by jagged, craggy edges formed her parent's headstones. On the first boulder was etched the epithet:
Joseph DelaCour
Beloved Husband and Father
The second boulder was also etched with an epithet:
Marina Reece-DelaCour
Beloved Wife and Mother
Raven crouched down and brushed away the sand that had stuck on the headstones. Separating the dozen roses she had brought with her she laid six roses on each grave. She closed her eyes and said a prayer for their souls.
In closing, she mumbled, "Blessed be."
She opened her eyes, readjusted her footing and reached into her pocket, pulling out a black plastic lighter and large black and white striped candle in a frosted glass holder. Burying the candle in the sand until only about two centimeters showed, she rolled the wheel of the lighter, the metal striking against the flint producing a flame that danced and jumped to and fro before she extended her hand to light the wick. The lit candle flickered and waved creating a warm golden glow in the dim mausoleum. Shoving the lighter in her pocket she rose, took one last look at her parent's resting places before turning and leaving the house of death.
Just outside of the entrance she pushed a button on a side panel, the door of the building slowly started to descend. The sound of stone scrapping against stone became swallowed by the music of nature on the verge of chaos. The waves crashed noisily on shore, the breeze increased as the wind picked up and the sounds of lightning and thunder grew louder and closer. Any minute now fat rain drops would fall and the temperature would drop. With a soft thud the door was closed. Raising a hand Raven ran her palm against the smooth, cool surface of the smooth granite, warming the surface slightly with her touch. She sighed heavily. She couldn't fathom ever becoming accustomed to her parents being gone.
Shaking her head, to dislodge the memories threatening to surface she turned toward the path she had taken to the grave site. She had made it half way to what she affectionately called her castle fortress when she heard the sound of tinkling bells on the wind. Turning her head toward what she perceived to be the source of the noise she caught a flash of bright red out of the corner of her eye. Turning fully to the left she saw what she perceived to be four tiny, pale, creamy, white sticks and bright red silk flailing in the wind. Curiosity grabbed a hold of her and she made her way over to the flailing sticks and silk.
The closer she got the more movement the sticks and silk made, the sound of tinkling bells increased. She stopped short when she was about a foot away from the twigs and silk Blinking she rubbed her eyes and blinked again trying to reconcile what she was seeing with what her mind was telling her.