Now in her modest apartment, Percy’s hands moved with frantic urgency, hastily stuffing her essentials into a worn suitcase. The room felt stifling, the air thick with tension as the clock ticked relentlessly in the background, each passing second a reminder of her dwindling time. As she packed, her mind raced with questions, each a weight upon her already burdened shoulders.
“Where will I go? How will I eat, and how am I going to get fuel?” she spoke out loud. With trembling hands, Percy gathered a few cherished items: a handful of faded photographs capturing moments of fleeting joy, her beloved collection of weathered books and journals filled with memories and dreams, and a trash bag hastily filled with clothes, each piece holding a story of its own. She makes one last meal in her small kitchen, takes a long look around, and drops to her knees.
Overwhelmed by the weight of uncertainty, the dam of her emotions finally broke. Tears streamed down her cheeks in silent rivers, her sobs echoing off the empty walls as she grappled with the sheer magnitude of the unknown that lay ahead. In that moment of vulnerability, she felt utterly alone, a solitary figure in a vast and unforgiving world.
After enduring what felt like an eternity of anguish, Percy’s eyes were swollen from incessant weeping, her head throbbing with the weight of unresolved emotions. Exhausted and drained, she found herself collapsing onto the strangely cold floor, seeking solace in the oblivion of sleep.
Waking up startled by a dream, the remnants of its haunting imagery still lingering in her mind, realizing she needs to get to the church, she stands up and takes one last look at the small box she called home, turns, and leaves. Arriving at the church she noticed that she did not have a van behind her, and she was unsettled, Instinctively, she veered towards the secluded back lot, out of sight from prying eyes, her movements shrouded in secrecy she walked up to the dimly lit weathered door and knocked.
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Father Joncy opened the door and motioned her to enter, then stepped out to look around seeing nothing he closed the door quietly.
“Quickly Percy follow me!” Percy follows the priest down a stairway to the basement, “These six boxes are the ones Father Timothy wanted you to take.” The priest said with an air of nervousness, “I wish things could be different Percy.”
“Me too Father, I am scared and don't know what to do.”
“I know child, but you are of the witching ways, you will find your path as you always have. These times are fearful I understand, but you have a gift that we are all so immensely proud of.”
“Father Timothy told me that the highest-level clergy are trying to use these boxes to release them back into the world is that true?”
“Silence child! Do not speak of what the father told you. Trust no one, not even me, that is your new way of living. These boxes must remain hidden at all costs. Come now let’s get them loaded so you can leave.”
“But Father what about the van?”
“We flattened the tires when they stepped into a cafe this evening, you have a head start on them, this envelope is for you it is from Father Timothy”
“What is it” she asked.
“It is some cash, a couple of prepaid credit cards, and a prepaid cell phone to help you get as far from here as fast as you can.” After they loaded her car she hugged him and then disappeared into the darkness.
