AN- this is a religious story, about Wicca. This is all about religious persecusion towards a religion that I feel so strongly about. I am not a Wiccan but I plan on it sometime when I have the full opportunity. This is just fiction, I don't know how the real people would act when in this situation. The main characters are me(oc) Scot Levy(Raven) The Hardy Boyz and a little bit of Lita. If you are against Wicca then I suggest you don't read this story. I would like to have reviews of what people think. Thanks!

Mr. Levy looked down at me as I tied his bootlaces. "I smell tea."

"Orange tea, to help calm you down. I'll help you ground the extra energy after your match. My grandmother taught me when I was younger."

My teacher and boss smiled. "I'm glad I decided to help you." He then pushed my long dark blonde hair off of my shoulder. "I'm glad you are here. Not many parents would allow their kids to go on the road like this, especially when they're just fourteen. With a wrestler as their teacher."

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I traced the ankh tattoo on Mr. Levy's left hand middle finger. "Guess saying good luck isn't necessary since the script calls for you to win. Can I do something, Mr. Levy?"

"What?"

I went to my sacred magickal duffel bag and took out a jar of magickal oil. It was a blend of base, essential and fragrance oil magickally infused for spells and rituals. "This is my protection oil, made up of cinnamon and rose oil. The witch's rune is the symbol of protection, power and guidance. Can I anoint you with this sacred symbol and my oil?"

"Yes." He smiled.

Over Mr. Levy's heart I drew a pentacle out of oil while envisioning protective white light around him. I wanted to energize the light to him more protection and power.

"Time to go, Raven." A stagehand knocked on the door.

Kissing Mr. Levy's forehead I looked at him. "Goddess be with you."

"Thanks Moon Child." He kissed my cheek before walking out.

I steeped the tea and poured it into a mug for Mr. Levy. He limped in twenty minutes later bleeding from his head. Sighing I grabbed the first aid kit and sat my teacher down in a chair.

"Trashcan lid?" I asked slightly smiling.

"How'd you know?" He looked at me slightly shocked.

Pushing his hair from his face I smiled. "Intuition. It's not deep enough to get stitches but you'll have a major headache."

"Give me a beer and I'll be fine."

"No beer, it's not good for you." I cleaned his face of the blood before applying a bandage to his forehead. "Was it supposed to be worse?"

"Yes but I didn't get hurt as much as I was suppose to. Your protection spell worked wonders."

"It was not a spell but it was meant to protect you. Here, drink this. It'll calm you down, which you'll need. Orange tea is also healthy for you."

He looked pointedly at me. "Are you telling me I'm not healthy?"

"You're getting slightly chunky. You did drop the drugs right?"

"Yes I did. I don't know why I'm gaining weight though." Mr. Levy watched as I pulled off his boots.

"I guess you'll need to get healthier. Maybe I can help you." I smiled looking through his bag so he could change his cloths.

Mr. Levy sighed. "Wow, this does calm you down. I feel all my anxiety jitters going away. I think I'll be sleeping better tonight. Thanks to you Amaris."

Again I smiled. "You're welcome. Um I need to ask you something."

"What?"

"Well Vince McMahon wants to sign me on as your valet. He wants me to work as your Wiccan assistant. He also said I'm good enough to tag with you against Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas. I just need to sign a contract, mom doesn't care but I need your permission."

"Let me think about it, okay? You're only fourteen, a bit too young to be wrestling. We'll have to talk to him at the next house show."

Somehow I knew he would say that. But I didn't care, I liked this teacher and he actually didn't mind my lifestyle or religion. With Mr. Levy, better known as Raven to his fans, I could be a kid, a fourteen year old and still learn while on the road. He answered an ad that my parents wrote in the local newspaper for a tutor for me. I was too scared to go to school because of harsh threats from other students. Giving Mr. Levy partial guardianship my parents allowed me to travel with the wrestler who also gave me a job as his assistant.

"So word on the grape vine is that a witch is joining the WWF." I knew that voice, it belonged to Jeff Hardy, my mortal enemy. "Put a spell on Vince or ya desperate to be seen on television?"

"No. Now go away. Mr. Levy is trying to rest." I bantered.

"Mr. Levy? Geez Scott, you're not that serious about this witch. I mean come on, she's a devil worshipper and she probably sacrifices babies to him."

"Go to Hell, Hardy." Mr. Levy said not daring to move. "I'd take her advice before she does put a spell on you."

"Yeah right."

All of a sudden one of Mr. Levy's boots went flying across the room and hit the younger Hardy Boy in the face. The other soon followed suite.

"You Bitch!" He screamed whileholding his mouth. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

My answer was to shove him out the door and slam it in his face. Great, karma was going to kick my ass after that one. Picking up Mr. Levy's boots I dropped them in from of his bag before rummaging through his bag for his extra pair of jeans that I was looking for before hand.

"I see I've taught you well. Maybe we'll sign you up on a trial basis." Mr. Levy said handing me his empty mug. "Can I have some more?"