I walked down the swampy lakes collecting the swamps mud. I was running quite low and I really needed some before the big move. I doubt there was any swamp mud in forks, washington, The place I would be relocating myself in two weeks. My name Isabella Marie swan an I am the descendent of the Salem witches. By this point you can guess what i am .Whatever you saw on tv or read like "subrina the teenage witch." It's all a load of bull. Being a witch is some real shit. Not no Hokus pokus crap. With every spell there's consequences. And they never are are all born with some gifts but they are all not the same. We can all preform spells and charms(no wands or sparkles involved) That give us the power to do something until the charm wears off or is removed. Some spells are only preformed based off how strong we are.

Me and my twin sister, cordelia are pretty powerful since we are connected and we both has the power of two witches combined. Which makes us a target for The Prime, basically witch royalty who's motto is: power is good, but when one has too much power, it's bad. I squashed the grayish-green substances between my handed, loving the familiar feel of the mud. It felt like home. They murdered millions of twin witches before their powers can develop. So Me and my sisters live on the down low not attracting attention. Well I do, I don't know anything about her these days. I'm relocation to forks because I cannot stay in new orlenes no more. Being over 100 years old, alot of stuff happens when you stay in one place. Alot of people that you love face their unavoidable deaths. And it sucks knowing you can do something about it but if you do, even worse things would happen. And that just hurts too much to the point where you feel like you cant breathe. I finished collecting all the mud and made my way back to my cabin. The mud helps with healing. The swamp water I poor on my front door to keep my home a sacred ground, keeping all threats and evil out. Yeah, I'm not evil. Only when I have to be.

As I walked into my secluded but cozy home, i took one of my final glances around. I want to try to remember every detail of this house, because really, this is the one true place where i was able to put my self back together again. I was packing the mud jars into moving boxesx when I felt some one attempt to invade my line of the sacred ground trying to get through. I closed my eyes seeing my front porch of my small but cozy cabin in my head and the next moment when I opened them, I was on my porch. I saw my sister standing outside the grounds, leaning against the old wooden frames with an annoying smirk on her face. Almost as if she was waiting.

"I knew you would have bound the house some how. So I just simply tried to cross it. I knew you would get the message some how sis." She said pulling her glasses on the top of her jet black hair, reaveling, deep purple eyes, lines with black charcol liner. I was the one who wanted to blend in as much as possible, my sister wanted to stand out.

"You have no business here cordelia." I said calmly. Trying not to be overwhelmed with emotions since I haven't seen my twin sister in so many years. We used to be so tight. We told each other everything. She was the shoulder I cried on when our family was killed in that house fire-set by the locals who suspected us as 'hoarders', people who hid African Americans during the civil war period, Which was true. But not just the slaves, but we hid the local creole people, who practiced voodooism and were kinda like our allies.

"I just wanted to say goodbye to my dear sister. I sensed that your finally leaving this retched place." Cordelia said with her old accent kicking in a little. With us being twins and all at the same time being witches we are strongly connected. So I should have known when she turned up at my house knowing my plans. Im just glad she doesn't know were I'm headed. But knowing her, she'll find me one way or the other.

"Too many memories for me to take." I replied, feigning disinterest, looking any where but her. so I settled on staring at our shoes, comparing my black, mud covered sneakers, to her black, shiny heeled boots.

"I'm surprised you didn't leave sooner. But then again you always were the type to hold on to the past." cordelia crossed her arms. Almost like she was waiting for me to say something about the past. So I did.

"I'm glad I stayed little longer. I'm not really the type to leave things behind without caring for it." I knew that was below the belt. But she started it. For a second I thought I saw hurt flash within her eyes, but im pretty sure I imagined it. Now it was her turn to look any where but me. She bit her red stained lips, a habit that we have both yet to break, having a sudden interest on the chipping white paint on my porches frame. But this time I held my gaze. Uhg. I don't have time for this. It's childish and I have get every thing in order for the big I turned around, facing my door, wrapping my cardigan on tighter around myself, sighing,

"Bye Cordelia." but by the time I looke back, my sister was gone. My heart sank as I realized that she is probably not showing up for another 50 years. But after this conversation, I wouldnt be surpised if it where more.