05 * No Explanation

Devika's Pov

The streets were dark, the night eerily calm and there was no one or cars in the distance. I don’t remember how I came here but I know I should keep walking so I do just that. The street lights were on and there were fairy lights on most building giving off a vibe of celebration. The more I walked, the weirder things became until I woke up in a bed with a man beside me.

I couldn’t make out his face but I could tell he was handsome, we were both naked, cuddling each other. I should scream right? But I don’t want to, it feels peaceful like home or at least how I imagined a real home to feel like.

“Who are you?” I asked the strange man.

He smiled and replied “Your beginning and your end”.

“What does that mean?” I ask

“You’ll Know soon little witch” he replied and placed a wet kiss on my lips.

I was about to ask him more question when the sound of my alarm jerked me back to reality. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get his name but somehow, he got me thinking that maybe, just maybe he is ‘THE ONE’. I know that I shouldn’t believe in such nonsense but what if there is this one person that you are destined to be with, someone who will love you for who you really are?  

It's a beautiful day today and it's the 1st day of Witch school. My chat with Priestess Camille was 7 days ago and today, lecture begins. I'm a little bit scared of the whole process but every time I remember her advice, am embraced by calm.

"People fear magic because of how powerful and risky it is but that just how life is, everything is risky" she told me and she's right. I know the risk involved but am ready for it. Demons, ghosts and other spiritual entities can not cause me substantial damage without my permission.

I've always feared them out of habit but it's time to let it go and embrace the magical universe I exist in.

"Miss Clare, the car is ready". Kaitlyn informs me.

"I won't be needing it" I replied

Looking at my phone screen, it's 8;30 am, an hour and half to my 1st class. I pick up my bag and walk out the door to find Kaitlyn standing in my way.

"Please don't do this Miss Clare" she pleaded, looking me in the eye.

"I'm not doing anything Kaitlyn, am just a guest here and Mr. Young has been too kind to me. I wouldn't want to get too used to it or overstep my boundaries" I reply.

I have overstepped my boundary with him a lot starting from the day I met him and I don't want to keep doing that.

I walk to the bustop and entered the bus. While I was riding, I got a call from Pheobe.

"Hey Pheobs"

"Hi pumpkin" she replied

"Stop it" I say smiling, its cringy when she calms me like that.

"You will always be my pumpkin" she replied, making me roll my eyes at her.

"Anyway, happy 1st day" she said

"Thanks" I replied joyfully, how she manages to remember everything about me is amazing.

"Get good at casting those spells so we can get ourselves a man" she said teasingly, we always joked about me making us a love potion that will attract amazing men to us.

"Phoebe!" I wisper screamed screamed in embarrassment, somehow the thought of doing the spell felt wrong to me.

"I'm serious, I want a love spell" she replied

"Fine, but you will pay for it" I said

"We have a deal little witch" she said joyfully msking me smile.

"Yes mom" I replied

"Make sure to have fun and make friends, I will call you tonight and I don't want to be disappointed" she said as if she was really my mom.

"I understand mom" I replied.

"Okay baby have a good day" she said

"Thanks Phoebe, you too" I replied before hanging up.

She’s so sweet, sometimes I wonder how that is even possible. I looked to my left to find Kaitlyn seated right there with her eyes on me.

Getting to the place where our lessons would be held, I was dumbstruck at how many people were here, boys and girls of different ages. I never thought witchcraft to be such an open practice but still, I guess this is how it is in Wema Avenue Achara.

We were called to the stage one by one, randomly picking a card from a black bag. The color of your card determined the class you would be in. There were 4 beautiful women on stage wearing dresses of the colors of the cards. I guess they are the teachers for each class.

Getting to the bag, Priestess Camille was standing with the one image that has been hunting my mind, body and soul. He looked so handsome, almost like a god with his brown hair neatly pulled back and his lips stretched into a thin line. He looked so marvelous in his red long-sleeved t-shirt and black trousers.

Priestess Camille flashed me her million dollar smile that felt like the angels making my day. It was positively empowering but disheartening because he did not say hi in any shape or form. I wasn’t going to be the 1^st doing it so I picked my card and left.

The lady on red came to us and asked us to follow her. It turns out that the colors of the cards were representing the angels of the four basic elements. For the next week, we will be learning how to master these 4 energies and how to work with and incorporate them in your practice. That your class is red or green or blue or yellow, it doesn’t matter you will be learning the same thing just from different people.

Simultaneously, we will be learning essential basic daily practices for all witches. These practices is intended to help us strengthen our psyche, powerup our spell and increase our energetic muscle. Each practice is taught by an individual priest or priestess. Guess who showed up as one of our instructors?

Yep! You are right, its Mr. hottie, Damian Young, master of the occult practices. Like how the hell is that possible? When we filled out or forms we were asked the one type of magick that we would like to major in and I chose ceremonial magick. You may be like what does occult have to do with ceremonial magick right? It just means that 75% of my classes are going to be with him. Most of the rituals and teaches in ceremonial magick are derived from the Occult.

One after the other, the Priest’s and Priestesses, Damian included came into the class to introduce themselves and their classes to us.

I was happily enjoying the introductions while chatting away with the young wizard beside me. According to him, everyone here is of a witch bloodline. When I told him my parents aren’t witches he replied “One of them should have the gene, do a thorough research and you will know. Witchcraft these days has become a choice so not everyone embraces it. Maybe that’s what your parent did, try and find out and you will see am right”.

The information did get me thinking but then, which of my parent is it? This thought was half way through my mind when Damien walked into the class gracefully. Our eyes met for a brief second but it felt like an eternity. Meeting his gaze just has a way of pulling me away from reality to a place where only us two exists.

He broke the gaze to scan the room and began to talk about himself while looking at me from time to time. I could hear his voice but nothing he said made any sense. All I could see was his lips moving, the way his muscles reacted as he moved his hands and his perfect body. He looks so much like an angel yet gives off this vibe that could make you think that he was the devil himself.

I hadn’t realized when the image in front of me consumed me whole but when I came back to my senses, my elbows were on the table, my chin on my palms as I stared into space. Josh was tapping and shaking me while the entire class stared at me.

“What’s up?” I asked staring cluelessly at Josh who looked at me with sadly. Instead of answering, he pointed to the front where Damian stood with folded arms, staring at me with a weird expression.

“Did I do anything wrong?” I whispered, tilting my neck to josh’s direction still not breaking eye contact with Damian.

“You have no Idea” he whispered back as Damian frowned.

“You are wasting our precious time Miss Clare” he said still looking at me. The intensity of his gaze was so strong that I shivered in fright, worse I have no idea what I have done wrong.

“I’m sorry sir” I reply hoping he would give a clue as to what I did but instead, he tilted his neck to the side.

“Stand up” Josh whispered while shaking his head slightly. I looked around the class to find 4 guys and one girl standing and so I joined them.

Damian’s hand fell to his side as he said “Follow me”.

The command excited me until I realized he wasn’t speaking to me but all 6 of us. Somewhere deep down, I guess I wished he would talk to me or at least explain why he hasn’t been home but sadly, He owes me no explanation.