Page 20 of Hekate: The Witch

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If you touch the water,

if you drink from it,

we can tell you where your mother is.

As the voices grew louder,

so did my misery.

My very bones felt tired,

and my head felt heavy.

I wanted to lie down,

to rest a little.

But the coarse earth

of the riverbank

and the chilly darkness

of the Underworld

was no match for my warm, soft bed

made of goose feathers at home.

So instead, I stood up, hesitant,

telling myself it was just a peek.

A small look into the river

to see who was calling to me.

As I approached the river water,

the voices rose in an excited crescendo.

I knelt inches away from it

and saw nothing but my own reflection.

My hand rose from my side

and reached for the water,

but before the river could grasp me

my whole body was dragged away

from the edge.

‘What Are You Doing?!’

an angry, familiar voice asked,

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