Joan’s Grimoire (S1 Ep.4-7)

Every step forward Joan felt the magic of the place, she felt like involved her, felt a chill up her spine, like an energy piercing thru her body, but much more intense.

As she moved across to the centre of the room, looked around recognizing the space as on her dream. Stopped at the podium, put her hands on the top of this, there was a very ancient-looking book and she read what was on its cover - "Grimoire" – She had seen this expression in her research and knew the meaning of it.

Joan: Will this be possible… - She opened the book and read the inscription that was on the front page, written in black ink on an old yellow background. - Et veritas liberabit vos - At the end of these words, a foreshadow invaded her thoughts, her senses. The flashes of memories of her past lives, the small fractions of images revealed a supernatural reality, the truth of her existence. With no strength, Joan fell to the ground.

Joan felt love, affection, friendship, compassion, fear, anger, revolt… She felt every emotion with such impetus and felt every fragment of her memory as she lived it before, without the strength to fight it. All her body was numb. For a moment stayed catatonic.

Looking at the mosaics which covered the ground revived what now know to be her past looking to go beyond the small fragments that she saw and felt. Looking for a link to me, to the present. However, the little force that remained in her body didn't allow it... She no longer felt the pain of these moments, yet, the overwhelming of emotions let her wick.

Despite the severe headache, Joan knew that wasn’t a dream but the truth being revealed. Knew, now, her essence. Joan possessed spiritual capabilities that allowed her to have control over man and nature. Yes! A Witch!

And with this knowledge was ready to find out all the secrets contained in that Ancient Library. Starting with the Grimoire that was in front of her. She was determined to study it from the start to its end, because on one of her dreams felt that I was in danger and if she had this power, then she would use it for good.

With all that just happened Joan’s senses were more improved, her dexterity was acuter than ever. Slowly she stood up, even with shaky legs by the lack of strength. Supported her body on the podium and drove her attention back to the Grimoire. She turned over the page with the inscription that she had read, thinking – "I have to be careful with what I read." – In the small text presented Joan learned that this book didn't just mention spells and enchantments. Contained loose pages with specific instructions of which books Joan needed to read before even trying to launch some enchantment. Were not simple books, were journals, reporting in the first person, her report along with all of the guardians of this Mausoleum, plus all the diaries rescued over time from various members of her family.

The first loose sheet instructed Joan to go over page 47, so she did it. This page contained a small Latin text written over the draw of a book, with part of her memories restored, it was not difficult for Joan understand it. She fixed the image and read the text. - "Veniat ad me, Memoria Mea." – She heard the tremble in one of the shelves and suddenly in her direction came a book. As it fell into her hands she appreciated it, it was her diary, or as she though, one of her diaries.

The desire to acquire the knowledge of that journal broke in, Joan took both books in her hands and sat down on the carpet. Put down the Grimoire and on her knees kept the diary she invoked and sheet after sheet was discovering more and more about herself and about her capabilities.

A few hours after she started to feel hunger, her stomach wouldn't stop growling. Although Joan was completely tired of so much reading, she didn't want to get out of that place, not yet. However, much had been learned about herself and about the history of her family this afternoon, the enthusiasm motivated her to share what she had just found out with someone, so she took the two books and went to grandma's house.