Suddenly, I am by the door to Mother's room. I don't remember walking here though.
Much too distracted to care, the door opens and I see Mother in her circle of candles. The candles reflect off of her in a ghastly way, her face gaunt and uninviting. Her hair seemed to be all around her head, an untamed gray-blonde mass. She hums and chants in a guttaral language I can't understand. The circle is more like two triangles that cross, making an upside down star, surrounded by the candles. She, the circle, and a few miscellaneous objects around her are the only things in the room. What's left of shutters are closed, There doesn't seem to be a need, it's already very dark outside.
Wait, but how can that be? It was morning not long ago-
Suddenly, Mother opens her eyes. They are a grotesque milky blue, with pale pupils. She is blind. She doesn't stare directly at me, but I can feel her gaze press on my conciousness. Suddenly my voice is gripped with fear, like an unseen force is holding me there silent.
"Why have you come here to disturb my meditation?" She doesn't really have one voice. Many times she has quite a few talking, all with different emotions. Like right now, I heard an infuriated voice, a disturbingly pleasant voice, a chilling voice, and a tired one.
Also, it might have been just my eyes, but the candle fire seemed to go a little higher when she said that.
The power that seemed to hold my voice lessened. "I'm scared, Mother. I feel so strange, I'm so scared-"
Again, something gripped my voice. If I still had breath, I doubt I would be breathing now.
Her blind eyes stared intensely. Then, a cold smile creeps across her face.
"Dear child, you will learn. Soon. For now, sleep."
I knew no more.