The truth be told

It took every ounce of courage for 10 year old Eleanor to fix her eyes on her host. Fear still had a grip on her. She swallowed, cleared her throat then risked a few words. “What message do you have for me, she said?”

Slowly Cassandra rose from where she sat and walked toward her. Eleanor tucked her feet under her and covered her face with her hands and shouted; “Please don’t hurt me…please don’t hurt me!”

“I'm not going to hurt you said Cassandra.”

 

Peering between her fingers, Eleanor saw her standing only a stride length from where she sat. She could clearly see those deep red piercing eyes; the long white hair cascading down to her waist covering part of the dark green dress. She could see that Cassandra didn’t look anything like a witch. She didn’t look anything like the pictures she’d seen in books. Slowly she dropped her hands and lowered her feet. Cassandra set a stool in front of Eleanor, sat down and took her hands. And for the next thirty minutes she spoke to Eleanor. Filling her with the message. Then she rose opened the door and said “Go now child. Destiny awaits you.”.......??????