The Celestial Curse Read Online Free
Author: Marie Cameron
says Betsy, chuckling as she walks past me and sits on the couch. I slowly walk over and sit opposite the couch on a comfy looking chair and lean back.
“My niece Amber is the Celestial Tarots new guardian. I sent her up to the attic to find the box, which was locked away in my old desk and she came waltzing down as if she had known it had been there for years. She sat down with it in her lap and it just clicked open.” Betsy says with a smile in her voice.
I reach over and picked up the box from the floor to find it open and a pouch which contains the cards on display. I take the pouch out and remove the cards from within. Betsy watches me flick through the cards, lost in my own memories of the night they were created and the curse that was made. My life became hell from that moment on, never knowing fulfilment of any kind. The thing I miss the most is sleep. The feeling you get when your mind and body shuts down and you wake up refreshed, ready to take on the world the next day.
“...you really should have been here to see it Caleb!” Betsy says enthusiastically.
“Sorry, I zoned out for a while there. What were you saying?” Forgetting about the past and coming back to the present I listen to Betsy talk about what happened with her niece Amber and the power that came alive from the cards and the girl. I look to Betsy and realise she is has stopped talking. She is watching me, probably waiting for me to say something about the vibrations in the air and what it could possible mean. I give voice to the thoughts in my head about the possibilities for the future before I say something I’ll regret about Amber. Since seeing the girl leave earlier, she has been in my thoughts and not in a, can she remove the spell kind of way, although that is there too. I keep thinking of her in a more personal way and it’s really starting to confuse me as to why since I’ve not thought of any girl like that since I gave up trying to make a relationship work about fifty odd years ago. I decide to keep my confusion to myself and just talk about the curse.
“If she is the one and I am saying a big IF, then she may be able to break the curse placed upon us so long ago. Just because she is the new guardian doesn’t mean she is the one who will break the spell.”
“Yes, but what happens if the curse can be lifted? What will happen to the others?” Asks Betsy, which is a good question. One I don’t have an answer too but a chance I am willing to take. And I have a feeling the others would be too.
“When are you starting her training?” I ask.
“This weekend” Betsy replies. “Amber has class during the week so I gave her a few books and notes to read through on an evening. I kept the Celestial Tarots here and will start her training with them on Saturday. I gave her one of my old decks to practice with for now, to get used to them.” I nod while thinking of the red headed young girl who left not too long ago. “Amber” …my heart skips a beat when I say or think of her name and I frown. Brushing of the confusing feelings a name provokes and realising I said it out loud; I stand up and walk towards the door. Betsy follows at a slower pace, lost in her own thoughts. As I reach the door my pager beeps. I unclip it from my belt to see who it could be from. My partner’s number pops up on screen. I’ll call him back in a moment. No need to have a noisy old woman demanding to know what’s going on in the work place.
“I’ll check in again in a couple weeks to see what progress is being made. It was good seeing you again Betsy; you have my number if you need me for anything.” And with a last look at the lovely lady beside me, I grab my mobile to call the number on my pager while walking down the driveway.
Aunt Betsy
I watch Caleb walk away with his mobile to his ear. The way he said Amber’s name and his reaction earlier gives me a glimmer of hope for this poor man’s soul. Being condemned to a
“My niece Amber is the Celestial Tarots new guardian. I sent her up to the attic to find the box, which was locked away in my old desk and she came waltzing down as if she had known it had been there for years. She sat down with it in her lap and it just clicked open.” Betsy says with a smile in her voice.
I reach over and picked up the box from the floor to find it open and a pouch which contains the cards on display. I take the pouch out and remove the cards from within. Betsy watches me flick through the cards, lost in my own memories of the night they were created and the curse that was made. My life became hell from that moment on, never knowing fulfilment of any kind. The thing I miss the most is sleep. The feeling you get when your mind and body shuts down and you wake up refreshed, ready to take on the world the next day.
“...you really should have been here to see it Caleb!” Betsy says enthusiastically.
“Sorry, I zoned out for a while there. What were you saying?” Forgetting about the past and coming back to the present I listen to Betsy talk about what happened with her niece Amber and the power that came alive from the cards and the girl. I look to Betsy and realise she is has stopped talking. She is watching me, probably waiting for me to say something about the vibrations in the air and what it could possible mean. I give voice to the thoughts in my head about the possibilities for the future before I say something I’ll regret about Amber. Since seeing the girl leave earlier, she has been in my thoughts and not in a, can she remove the spell kind of way, although that is there too. I keep thinking of her in a more personal way and it’s really starting to confuse me as to why since I’ve not thought of any girl like that since I gave up trying to make a relationship work about fifty odd years ago. I decide to keep my confusion to myself and just talk about the curse.
“If she is the one and I am saying a big IF, then she may be able to break the curse placed upon us so long ago. Just because she is the new guardian doesn’t mean she is the one who will break the spell.”
“Yes, but what happens if the curse can be lifted? What will happen to the others?” Asks Betsy, which is a good question. One I don’t have an answer too but a chance I am willing to take. And I have a feeling the others would be too.
“When are you starting her training?” I ask.
“This weekend” Betsy replies. “Amber has class during the week so I gave her a few books and notes to read through on an evening. I kept the Celestial Tarots here and will start her training with them on Saturday. I gave her one of my old decks to practice with for now, to get used to them.” I nod while thinking of the red headed young girl who left not too long ago. “Amber” …my heart skips a beat when I say or think of her name and I frown. Brushing of the confusing feelings a name provokes and realising I said it out loud; I stand up and walk towards the door. Betsy follows at a slower pace, lost in her own thoughts. As I reach the door my pager beeps. I unclip it from my belt to see who it could be from. My partner’s number pops up on screen. I’ll call him back in a moment. No need to have a noisy old woman demanding to know what’s going on in the work place.
“I’ll check in again in a couple weeks to see what progress is being made. It was good seeing you again Betsy; you have my number if you need me for anything.” And with a last look at the lovely lady beside me, I grab my mobile to call the number on my pager while walking down the driveway.
Aunt Betsy
I watch Caleb walk away with his mobile to his ear. The way he said Amber’s name and his reaction earlier gives me a glimmer of hope for this poor man’s soul. Being condemned to a
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