Sam Ethol: The Voodoo Prince

Reunion

Meanwhile, Sam and the others put Ramon to rest as they discuss their next step.

“My spell will cause Ramon to stay a sleep for 30 more minutes.” Onika said. “When he wakes up, he won’t remember a thing.”

“What’s the plan to stop whatever is killing people from doing it again?” Sam said.

“I’d thought it be obvious Sammy. You’ll need to train to claim the throne of voodon.”

“Wait just a minute. I know this is an ancient tradition, and all but you’re not getting my nephew killed, young lady.”

“If Sam doesn’t join the coven, he’s as good as dead along with the rest of us.”

“Why does it have to be me again?”

“You’re a descendent from both the Ethol and Sting tribe. Your blood is the only kind that could banish Cypress if he’s freed.”

“This is why I forbid Sam from using voodoo.” Chris said as he banged his fist on the wall.

“That still doesn’t make sense of why I was able to use voodoo on my mom.” Sam said. “Usally, a voodooist has to eat the thrane of voodon.”

“Wait just a minute. I know this is an ancient tradition and all but you’re not getting my nephew killed, young lady.”

“If Sam doesn’t join the coven, he’s as good as same creepy fruit and fight against another voodooist to unlock their magic.”

“You’re talking about the Soul Nectarines.” Onika said.” There’s only one place where those can be found.”

“Oh no.” Chris interviewed. “You’re not taking my nephew to…”

“The house of Lefaure?” Sam asked.” I’ve never been there.”

“For good reason. I won’t let you get involved with those people and end up…..”

“Like her?” Sam snapped as he pointed to his unconscious mother. “Yes”

“Uncle Chris, I’m not like my mom. Now that I can use voodoo, I can use it to help save lives, not take them.”

“Your mother said the Sam thing before she took your father’s life and almost your when you were eight.”

A brief pause lingered as Sam took the golden pocket watch and turned his back on his uncle.

“I’m new to this can you take us there?” Sam asked Onika.

“Sure.”

Onika pulled out a small bag from her pocket and poured red sand around her and Sam.

“I’m sorry, Sheriff. But only spell casters can enter the house of Lefavere.”

“You making a big mistake, Sam.” Chris pleaded.

“There’s no other way, Uncle Chris. Whoever is calling me out won’t stop killing people unless I face them.”

“I’ll be right by Sam’s side to keep him safe.” Onika said.

“You better.”

“Spirits of New Orleans, lift us to the house of Laveau,"  Onika chanted.

“A bright silver and gold light sprouted with in red sand circle created by Onika as her and Sam disappeared

Chris pulled out what appeared to be a “L” shaped badge from coat pocket.

“Just in case of plan B.”

The two voodooist arrive to a field of vushous green plants and blooming pink and purple roses. The sunny auroa magnified the tangerine lit sky as blue jays chirped in the horizon.

“Is this heaven?” Sam asked.

“Not quiete, Spi boy.” Onika smirked. “Welcome to the Meadow of Vodon, home of late Marie Laveau.”

“The voodoo queen? Never read anything about this place in school.”

“There’s a lot about Marie Lefauve that aren’t known to the public and to you for that matter.”

“Whatcha mean by that?”

Onika walked over to Sam, wrapped her arms around his right arm and smiled.

“You’ll find out along the way.”

Onika led the way across the peaceful meadow as Sam continued to be at aw.

“Who.” Sam said as he lifted his wrist up, feeling excitement coursing through his veins.

“That’s the voodon pumping threw your blood.” Onika explained. “Only spell casters that practice voodoo can feel that rush while on this place.”

“How was it the first time you came here?”

“Fireworks. Mostly because it’s the last place my momma to me before she passed.”

“Your mom was a great lady. I’m sorry to your last.”

Onika freed one of her arms to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

“Listen, if you’re wanna talk about it….”

“We’re here.”

The two stopped as they stood front of a 18th century pink and violet coated wooded mansion with vivacious green and red plant life surrounding the front yard.

“Samuel Ethel, welcome to the house of Lefauve.”

Sam stood frozen with a strange scence of familiarity as if he had a preexisting connection to this mansion before this day.

“How do you feel?” Onika asked.

“Like I’m home.”

“Don’t bet on it.” A third voice called out.

Instantly, a great blue skeleton fist shot from the ground as Sam pulled Onika away before they both missed the attack.

“What the hell was that?” Sam asked as he picked Onika off the ground.

The large construed vanished and a young man with dread locks braded back and weaving a gray on purple jacket with a purple spade on the right side appeared.

“Nelson?” Sam said.

“Hey cousin,” Nelson replied. You should be here.”

Suspense flowed through Sam’s veins at the site of his cousin utilizing voodoo in such a daunting fashion.

“You never should have brought him to this place.” Said Nelson to Onika.

“Your cousin has a right to be here just as much as we do.

“Dude, where have you been?” Sam asked. Aunt Gin has been worried ever since you ran away two months ago.”

“That intolerant bitch knows what she did.”

“Hey, watch your mouth. That’s your mom.”

“Figure, you’d stick up for her. She adored your ass growing up. Then again, that’s probably cause your own mom was a lunatic.”

Sam’s fist clenched furiously at his cousin’s remark.

“What’s wrong, Spi Boy? Can’t handle the truth?

“Shut the hell up, Nelson.”

“The face that you’re in this place means that you can use voodoo. Why don’t you make me shut the hell up?”

Nelson flailed his arms out ward as Sam walked toward him.

“Sam, don’t. He’s not worth it.” Onika said.

Nelson pulled out a small lighter and conjured the flame to stretch out and form a wide circle around Sam and him.”

“Back off, priestess.” Nelson said. “This is between family.”