Full Circle: The Sequel of "The Power"
Prologue (about ten years ago):
"This Sunday we are gathered here to worship."
The minister's words echoed off distant walls in the church. Light streamed into the spacious room in soft, hazy colors and some of them lazily settled on the head of a little boy. His stance had all the ascetic qualities of being chiseled in stone, except for his cherubic roundness of face. With the innocence that only children have, he repeated the prayer of his parents, "Thou shall not suffer a witch to live."
* * *
Present: New Salem, Massachusetts:
Winter break is over. Six months left 'til college. Free as a single person at last. Diana let these overwhelming thoughts sink in while she drove to school in her car. She is a totally new and different person, she tells herself as she shifts gears to park at the school lot. There are a lot of reasons to feel that way.
They conquered the evil that destroyed their parents' generation. Nick learned the truth about his parents. Cassie confronted her worst fears and won the maturity to accept true love. And Diana herself?. Well, now she is free. Sure, it hurt to know that the boy she was in love with had fallen for her best friend, but they are soulmates. Besides, still being young, pretty and blond does not qualify as having wasted your golden years on a guy.
She shakes off any lingering jealousy about her old boyfriend Adam and her best friend Cassie. Opening the car door, the shock of crisp cold air removes any feelings of loneliness at the loss of Adam. With a clear head she tries to stare at the cold, impersonal sun.
With walking, the sounds of students rushing into school talking and laughing becomes gradually audible. Before Diana officially starts her first school day by entering the double doors, she starts to think she might even be able to do some of the things her very unrepressed cousin Faye can do, like ask guys out with a straight face. The shock of having such a repressed thought causes her to flash a smile.
When she shifts focus from her thoughts to the world of school, she realizes a very cute guy has met her eye and is smiling back. Hmm.someone new, and none of the glazed look that Faye brings out in men. Diana takes a moment to catch her breath; calming down and taking in dramatic hazel eyes, honey blond hair and striking face. She started walking hesitantly towards the boy. Diana reminded herself that she deserves some fun; high school is not over yet. Shifting her stride from mincing to long, she smiles again, resolving to at least introduce herself.
"Hi, I'm Diana. you are new here right?"
"Yep, the name is Emmeth.
* * *
Faye is disgusted. Really disgusted. Wherever she tries to go, all she gets is an ugly eyeful of Cassie and Adam. Adam on Cassie. Cassie all over Adam. She tried the movies, coffee shops, shopping..anything to get away from those love sick freaks!! And she hasn't even touched a guy in ages; after dating a homicidal maniac like Black John, even her libido is affected.
"I really need a man to get myself out of this funk..."
She then catches herself from completing the thought out loud, realizing the stares she gets from a bunch of pimply freshman in the hallway. In a moment of rare wit she walks up to what she believes is the ugliest one of the bunch, a tall boy with messy brown hair. She focuses her power on a textbook in the crook of his arm.
"Do you smell something asshole?"
The rest of his friends start to really stare at her, gazing upon the provocative clothing and the body that went with it. By the time their attention came level with her pale, sensuous face and scary golden eyes they are rooted in place, probably due to a mixture of both lust and primal fear. Only the boy she addressed remains unimpressed.
Tall boy holds out the book in front of him, which has started to flame. He nonchalantly drops the book at Faye's feet. The book then bursts with a pop of sooty ashes. He takes off his glasses to wipe the sweat off his forehead, revealing a far better looking face than what it seemed before.
"The name is Richard, bitch."
Faye raised an eyebrow, realizing that hexing the boy won't do her any good unless she has more information about him than she had now. Besides, the boy is cradle-robbing material. She turns around and makes her exit. The rest of the people in the hallway remained where they were, stunned. Who was he that he could out witch a witch? * * *
Prologue (about ten years ago):
"This Sunday we are gathered here to worship."
The minister's words echoed off distant walls in the church. Light streamed into the spacious room in soft, hazy colors and some of them lazily settled on the head of a little boy. His stance had all the ascetic qualities of being chiseled in stone, except for his cherubic roundness of face. With the innocence that only children have, he repeated the prayer of his parents, "Thou shall not suffer a witch to live."
* * *
Present: New Salem, Massachusetts:
Winter break is over. Six months left 'til college. Free as a single person at last. Diana let these overwhelming thoughts sink in while she drove to school in her car. She is a totally new and different person, she tells herself as she shifts gears to park at the school lot. There are a lot of reasons to feel that way.
They conquered the evil that destroyed their parents' generation. Nick learned the truth about his parents. Cassie confronted her worst fears and won the maturity to accept true love. And Diana herself?. Well, now she is free. Sure, it hurt to know that the boy she was in love with had fallen for her best friend, but they are soulmates. Besides, still being young, pretty and blond does not qualify as having wasted your golden years on a guy.
She shakes off any lingering jealousy about her old boyfriend Adam and her best friend Cassie. Opening the car door, the shock of crisp cold air removes any feelings of loneliness at the loss of Adam. With a clear head she tries to stare at the cold, impersonal sun.
With walking, the sounds of students rushing into school talking and laughing becomes gradually audible. Before Diana officially starts her first school day by entering the double doors, she starts to think she might even be able to do some of the things her very unrepressed cousin Faye can do, like ask guys out with a straight face. The shock of having such a repressed thought causes her to flash a smile.
When she shifts focus from her thoughts to the world of school, she realizes a very cute guy has met her eye and is smiling back. Hmm.someone new, and none of the glazed look that Faye brings out in men. Diana takes a moment to catch her breath; calming down and taking in dramatic hazel eyes, honey blond hair and striking face. She started walking hesitantly towards the boy. Diana reminded herself that she deserves some fun; high school is not over yet. Shifting her stride from mincing to long, she smiles again, resolving to at least introduce herself.
"Hi, I'm Diana. you are new here right?"
"Yep, the name is Emmeth.
* * *
Faye is disgusted. Really disgusted. Wherever she tries to go, all she gets is an ugly eyeful of Cassie and Adam. Adam on Cassie. Cassie all over Adam. She tried the movies, coffee shops, shopping..anything to get away from those love sick freaks!! And she hasn't even touched a guy in ages; after dating a homicidal maniac like Black John, even her libido is affected.
"I really need a man to get myself out of this funk..."
She then catches herself from completing the thought out loud, realizing the stares she gets from a bunch of pimply freshman in the hallway. In a moment of rare wit she walks up to what she believes is the ugliest one of the bunch, a tall boy with messy brown hair. She focuses her power on a textbook in the crook of his arm.
"Do you smell something asshole?"
The rest of his friends start to really stare at her, gazing upon the provocative clothing and the body that went with it. By the time their attention came level with her pale, sensuous face and scary golden eyes they are rooted in place, probably due to a mixture of both lust and primal fear. Only the boy she addressed remains unimpressed.
Tall boy holds out the book in front of him, which has started to flame. He nonchalantly drops the book at Faye's feet. The book then bursts with a pop of sooty ashes. He takes off his glasses to wipe the sweat off his forehead, revealing a far better looking face than what it seemed before.
"The name is Richard, bitch."
Faye raised an eyebrow, realizing that hexing the boy won't do her any good unless she has more information about him than she had now. Besides, the boy is cradle-robbing material. She turns around and makes her exit. The rest of the people in the hallway remained where they were, stunned. Who was he that he could out witch a witch? * * *