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“No interrupting, I said! But yes, Dad did know. I am just going to come out with it—we’re witches. Not like ride-around-on-broomstick witches… like cast spells kind of witches…we have powers.” Finally stunned speechless, I sat quietly, trying to put the pieces of my odd life together with the information I’d just received. Alex eyed me warily then nudged Stevie. She sighed, then asked. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know what to think, or what I’m supposed to say to all this, Stevie. Alex, Chase—are you both witches?” I asked. Alex and Chase both scoffed then pinned me with a glare. “We are not witches. We are warlocks. Only women are called witches, Ry,” Alex responded haughtily.

If she'd hidden something important, it wouldn't be easy to find. It took three hours before I discovered the false bottom in her wardrobe. My fingers trembled as I pried up the wooden panel. Underneath lay three leather-bound grimoires, their covers marked with symbols I didn't recognize. Protection wards hummed around them, but they recognized my blood and let me pass. I pulled out the first grimoire and opened it. My mother's handwriting filled the pages, hurried and desperate. Notes about containment spells, blood magic, sealing rituals. And one phrase repeated over and over.

I wept, my sobs raw and unrestrained, as she shook her head and whispered hoarsely, "What's done is done. Let it go." "This was all part of the divine plan," she continued, her voice calm and resolute. "You needed to walk this path, to grow. Now, your heart can truly belong to the forest again." Her words struck something deep within me. When I looked up, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope stir in my chest. From that moment, I immersed myself in my studies, locking myself away to delve into the sacred texts and the wisdom of the witches who had come before me. Each piece of knowledge I uncovered carried the weight of generations, a treasure passed down through countless hands.

And now fate had the audacity to make a witch my mate. This couldn’t become more of a messed-up night. First, the humans pissed me off, and now, my mate is a witch. She clutched the worn leather bag tighter, as if it were protecting her or maybe trying to shield herself from me. My eyes stayed on it and on her, and the faint shimmer of her magic that swirled in her hazel eyes. Does she even know what is inside that bag? Is she working with the alpha of Duskreach?

I also slowly lowered my sword and demanded her for the reason of her presence before me. "I have come to give you this, your highness. I know you will use what's inside here sooner or later." She said handing a little booklet to me. The moment I reached for it she disappeared into thin air, only leaving behind the booklet she gave me. When I skimmed through the contents of the unknown booklet, I found hope by the end of it. I found the spell that I needed all this time. A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives.

A Witch! TBC

Channelling spells weren't easy to come by, in fact my mother used to tell me that no living witch in other parts of the world could perform that. My mother had taught me time and time again that witchcraft mostly revolved around four elements. Water, fire, air and soil. Looking at the image, the candle represented fire, the tin of water was pretty direct. The pots of plant represented soil, from which they grew with the bird clearly standing in for air. What I didn't understand was the ring of fire, what did it represent? A slight headache was beginning to form, my mind overworking to try and break the hidden meaning. Where was the written spell to go along with the depiction?

Aiden asked as he lifted one of the papers, "Looks almost like a ledger." "It's a series of names of all the Witches from just over four hundred years ago." Willow took up another document, "I recognize some of these. These are all Dark Witches." "Janice was a Light Witch, right? Why would she keep something like this?" "Witches used to be unified. For all we know, this information was carried down from previous coven leaders." Willow looked down at the book. "Is something wrong?" Amira asked her. "I'm getting a strong magical aura coming from the book. It was very faint at first, but it's really potent now." Willow hesitated before picking up the book and removed the strap from around it.

I started to wonder if some curse or divination had been cast on our bloodline and landed on Max. "The damning evidence," my father continued. "Was that two of the women and one of the men were in possession of Malleus Maleficarum, 'The Witches' Hammer'... It's a book on witchcraft which speaks about sexual encounters with demons... How to make things go wrong in the lives of young women... Lure them into the covens, etcetera, etcetera."

Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.