1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa


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    powers back at her. So long as it was around her neck, she was helpless. Fear writhed in her belly. Her new biology teacher, Ms. Franklin, had a hungry smile on her face when Christy captured her. Her nursemaid had filled her mind with tales of young Djinn lured to the mortal world and captured by evil sorcerers, forced to do their bidding or, worse, to be drained of their powers. One of the few ways to end her existence. Kyle will save me! Somehow! He loves me, and won't stand for my disappearance! she tried to send her thoughts to him, but her they were just reflected back at her by the necklace. After what felt like hours, it was hard to judge time in the suffocating confines of the hood, the car stopped and the trunk opened. Hands, like talons, grabbed her arm, fingernails biting into her flesh, and hauled her out. More hands seized her. She wanted to struggle, but the amulet had robbed her body of any control. She could only scream and yell and hope that someone would hear her and come to her rescue. None did. The wind whooshed out of her lungs; a fist planted in to her stomach. She coughed and gasped, too stunned to scream for help as they hauled her, grunting and cursing. All she could hear were women's voices and gravel crunching beneath feet. Then they were climbing a few wooden stairs, a door creaked open, and she was dumped unceremoniously onto a hard floor. She blinked when the bag was ripped off, bright light shining down on her. Ms. Franklin stared down at ...
    her, emerald eyes shining with greedy lust. Five other women—no, teens—stood around her. She recognized two of them from school. They all were naked except pendants that hung between their breasts. Each girl wore a different stone: onyx, garnet, tourmaline, opal, and jade. Dangling between her teacher's breasts was a clear stone—celestite. Aaliyah knew that sorcerers or wizards used gemstones as foci, matching the gem to the strength and color of their natural aura. If Ms. Franklin has a celestite aura, then she was very powerful. She looked around the room; the walls were made of hewn logs set atop each other and dark shapes lurked in the corners, massive and furred. They were some sort of familiars, beasts twisted to the service of a spell-caster. Like the rat that had poked around the house last Thursday night. “What do you want with me?” Aaliyah asked, keeping the fear out of her voice. She was the wife of Kyle Unmei the future Sultan of the Hidden People. She would not show cower for these witches amusment. “Your power,” purred Ms. Franklin, ripping off the amulet. Aaliyah could move again and tried to transform herself into a whirlwind of dust to escape. She couldn't. “I want every last drop of that sea brimming inside you.” The teacher started chanting a prayer to the dark goddess Hecate. Light glowed around her, pure white, and Aaliyah realized she sat in a magic circle, a seven pointed star inscribed within its circumference. The light reached out from the circle and ...
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