Prologue:
There is a time in every person's life when they are faced with a decision that could ultimately make their live better, or destroy it altogether. . . . . .
I have always known that I was different. Let's face it, being able to predict the future is not exactly normal. Well, at least not where I grew up.
I miss New York, I always will, but I had to move forward with my life. I can't live with my father anymore due to his fascination with verbal abuse that always seems to be directed towards me. He proclaims to love me when I know better than to believe a foolish fantasy. As a child I just accepted his anger and always blamed myself for his unhappiness, but as I grew older and my sense of free will grew I realized that no child should have to fully shoulder the blame of a parent's misery. I loved and still do love my father, but as time passed and my true nature revealed itself, his slight tolerance of me disappeared completely.
I don't know what I would do without my mother. She is the best friend I could have ever asked for and the type of mom that I am proud to claim as mine. She understands me. Well, she really gets me since most of my uniqueness comes from her side of the family. She is kind, gentle, beautiful and has a quick wit that makes the people around her smile with amusement. I don't how she has put up with my father. She once told me that when she first met him he was different. That he grew into this monster only after I was born, ten years after their marriage. No matter how horrid he behaves toward me or her, she still loves and defends him. For that, I will always respect and admire her.
As much as I would like to say that my siblings are a part of New York that I am glad to part with, I can't because I would be lying through my teeth. I have amazing yet amazingly annoying siblings who keep my world spinning. Fortunately for me, with two younger sisters and two younger brothers they are usually so wrapped up in what their sibling "best friend" is doing or not doing that my job is relatively easy. Simple job: Be the perfect example for the younger siblings to follow. Right, it is just as easy as it sounds.
Anyway, I chose to leave, to get away from the house that was stifling me completely. Granted, I did not plan on picking a private college in the middle of a small town and in a swamp no less as my reprieve from home life, but financially, it looked alright. I took a deep breath and confirmed my position as a freshman at Blue Moon College located in Batesville, Louisiana. My major you ask? Well, my passion is and has always been for dance, and since BMC offered it in a major plus several different choices in Music minors (my second passion), I started my college career as a Dance Major with a Minor in Music the specialty being Musical Theater. The small town college life took some getting used to, but hey, what's four years in hell?
Well, freshman year came to a close and I was beyond happy with my new life. My grades were superb, not that my father ever bothered to ask about them, but I had a new resolve to not let him interfere with my happiness. My chosen career was looking promising and the best news of all was that I had three best friends. I had finally met girls that I could talk to and share just about everything with. Granted, some of us were closer than others, but we made a perfect friendship of four. I was happy, really happy.
Alicia was purely the hippie of the group from the way she dressed to the types of music she liked to listen to. She had beautiful long blonde hair, calm blue eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. She was quite vocal, but she always pushed her friends to their maximum potential. She was a dancer and musician just like me. She was well trained and her passion for performing would exude from her body the moment her feet touched the stage.
I loved talking to her. She had a presence about her that drew people to her like moths to a flame, and although she was completely blunt to the point of pain, she spoke in a way that softened whatever blow she decided to casually toss your way. She was not afraid to fight for what she considered right and feared no one. There was a time that I secretly idolized her, but as time passed and our friendship grew, she became the older sister I never had.
I always thought there was something different about Alicia, but it was not until the summer before my sophomore year that I figured out what. Alicia, like me had a secret. She could read minds.
Trista was the youngest of our group, but was no less dear to our hearts. Trista was the pure soul. She was tiny, but no less beautiful with her short dark hair and her mocha skin. Her eyes were soft, kind, and blessed with the gift to see only the good in people. She, like the rest of us had a temper, but unlike us, it took quite a lot to get on Trista's bad side.
The four of us shared the common bond of music and Trista was no different. Onstage she was the comedian and an overall jack of all trades, offstage, she preferred to just sit back and watch as the action unveiled. You could always come to her with any problem no matter how small and she would listen with a welcome ear. I always could count on her to care, but be completely neutral in any discussion, even though it was to the annoyance of everyone in question.
She refused to think poorly about anyone and I always admired her for her sweet and gentle soul. She was the one that we would fight to protect and preserve her soul, but she also kept a secret. Trista was a ghost seer.
Victoria was the wild child. She was the one who tried to push all boundaries just to test them. With her hazel eyes, pale complexion, and her perfect jet black hair, she stood out in a crowd. She was a perfectionist and O.C.D. when it came to cleaning, but we grew to love her as she made our group a foursome. She was independent and tough and she let everyone see it with not only her carriage, but also her walk. She had a tendency to hold grudges, but as a group we never had any problems. Yet.
She had a confidence about her that I wished to have as my own. She knew what she wanted and organized herself accordingly. She refused to give up and hated to lose whether it be a game or a argument.
By this time, Alicia, Trista, and I had confided in each other about our gifts, but we decided as a group before Victoria came along that we would tell no one. We knew she was suspicious. Yes, there were way too many coincidences occurring on a daily basis, but we never told her. It was slightly (well, maybe a little more than slightly) amusing to watch the wheels in her brain try to figure out what she was missing and put together the clues. She got close to guessing a couple times, but she never got it. She herself had no gift and we knew she would never understand, so the secret remained.
The three of us decided to make our group into a coven and as we said our goodbyes to the summer and hello to the new school year we appointed ourselves as the Coven of the Blue Moon. We are strong apart, but we are powerful together. The Blue Moon Bayou brought us together and so we shall never part.
My name is Natalie Wood. I am a sophomore in college, and have teal eyes and two-toned hair. I hold a secret, a secret that has been passed down through the generations. Some fear it, others hate it. I have accepted my differences and strive to learn as much as I can to help others. I am an empath with a talent for seeing the future.
Joined with my best friends, a telepath and a ghost whisperer, our powers protect us and make us strong. I made a vow of secrecy and I shall keep it till the day I die. This is my story, the story of the Coven of the Blue Moon.
