In about a week Natalie, her grandmother and the old woman were going to take part in the almost unknown ritual. Natalie's grandmother and the old woman knew Latin, not a lot and Natali saw her grandmother was repeating unknown words. She was not nervous. It okay, we do what we have to.
It was early morning, a car signaled near the house. It was time to get ready. Natalie was dressed in the bright light clothes. Grandmother was wearing clothes she was wearing to work, it was pretty, spring flower colors. The old woman was waiting at the car. She was wearing old military uniform with medals, a lot of medals. It was kind of funny, old woman in military uniform, she was skinny, and felt like she came from the battle, if you don't look at her face, from the back, you would think, you see young person. And she had small military hat too.
The house was nice, sweet and soft. The atmosphere., sunny. It was so relaxing, you want to open the windows and sleep in it. There were houses a bit further, but this one was the last one close to some open land.
The ritual had two parts, give back own soul to an old witch and lead to the light dark souls who gave their life fighting at this war.
And there was another group, witches, this how I called them, even though, they probably were not witches. They were somewhere far, at the same ritual, finding those souls and bringing where the white side can get them and take to the light.
