It is said that blood is thicker then water. That it defines us. That blood makes us who we are But then, why do I don't feel like me?
I was four when my mother left me. We lived in the Appian Mountains (but of course what witch doesn't?) in a cave. I don't remember much about how my mother looked like then. Strange right? Witches remember everything. I was in my crib, playing with my stuffed and shrunken wolf, when my mother picked me up. She placed me on the ground. "Now, Hidi," my mother said. "I have to go on some important business. You are a witch. We can serve anything. I'll be back." Then she left. All I had left of her was a necklace with the letter a on it. From then on, I raised myself. When I was six( which is the proper age) I started training. I loved being a witch. Being able to annoy people, but never hurt them.
That's when I meet Jessica. We became best friends. We played all kinds of pranks on mortals.
October 19, 1972
"Hey Hidi!" Jessica yelled, from behind me. I turned around and smiled. I had been walking home, but now I knew that I wasn't anymore. When Jessica is this happy, she has a prank in mind. "Yea?" Jessica rolled her eyes and smiled. "Come on." That prank made me realize that being a witch was a curse. We were supposed to hurt people. Make them our slaves. Two teenagers were hurt and one later died. I was fourteen. I had just graduated at the top of my class. This is the story of my curse.
I looked back at my town. My life. My friends. Everything I know was there. I breathed deeply. "Bye Witchtown," I whispered. I snapped my fingers. "Ow!" I said, as I fell to the ground. "Hey!" a man yelled in front of me. I looked up. I was in the middle of the rood. A yellow car was parked in front of me. "Sorry! Fell!" I yelled as I quickly got up and ran off the rood .