Disclaimer NCIS is not mine
Author's note My inspiration is from the 666 Park avenue book series I'm currently reading. That is also what I am basing some of my information off of. This chapter may not contain much story, but it is IMPORTANT TO READ because otherwise the rest of the story may not make sense.
Thanks to Left my heart in Paris for urging me to write it. Enjoy!
Magic's Touch
Legend states that any child born from parents who have magic running through their blood will have the possible ability to practice magic. Legend also states that the chance of a female child being able to practice magic is higher than the chance of a male child. This is because the first person ever to practice magic was a woman, who, upon lying on her death bed, divided her magic up between her seven daughters.
Most people who carry magic in their blood are unaware of this fact. They can live their entire life not knowing. The amount of magic they carry can be small or large, powerful or weak. Yet around the world there are seven main families who carry the majority of magic. Since the beginning of magic they have fought among themselves, because when a witch (a person with magic blood) dies, their magic can be stolen. In the last two centuries the war between the two families has been reduced. A truce has almost been called.
Among the magical community, it is a known fact that any child, born from two witches, who is also a product of true love. They will be a powerful witch. However it is also well known that dark magic will always override good magic. Dark magic was created when the eldest of the seven sisters wanted more magic – believing as the oldest it was her birth right - then she began to use her magic for the wrong reasons. This was also, essentially, the beginning of the magic war.
The point is: Legend states that one day there will be a child who is born from two magic bloods, who is the product of true love, and who is the daughter of dark magic. This child will be the most powerful witch this world has ever seen.
That child was born in 1976, on the 29th February at exactly midnight.
That child was Jennifer Shepard.
February 29th 1976
The piecing sound of a newborn's screams filled the silent and tired town house in Georgetown, Washington DC. A mother collapsed backwards, tired but content. The happiness, bringing with it the familiar tingling feeling in her fingers as magic spread through her. Beside her, her husband picked up the new born child. Surprise and shock filling the father at the red hair of the child, and as her eyes opened (usually early for her age), to reveal irises of bright sparkling green and pitch black pupils.
Her eyes closed and she screamed once more, and as she did, all of the lights in the house spluttered out in a mass of bright yellow sparks. The mother turned to her child in a wave of disbelief, before a smirk spread across her features. Both stared at the child, but only the mother spoke. "Magic."
What most people don't know about magic is it is not about will power, and it is only about knowledge to a certain degree. To acquire magic on demand, that is about feelings. About emotion, whether that be confusion, surprise or humour. But the most powerful of magic, that comes from three main things: love, fear and hatred. The three most powerful emotions a person can feel.
Jennifer Sheppard's life started out as normal as a prodigal child's life could. Light bulbs were replaced with candles after numerous breakages. But on her second birthday, a month after her father's death her mother came out of the master bedroom where she had remained for the last month. Her mother came out one morning and made it her personal mission to make her daughter even more powerful.
February 28th 1978
A two year old Jennifer Shepard sat on the floor of her bedroom, candles lit around her. A book of fairy tales in front of her, as Noemi the nanny read to her. Her questions as to the where her father was had finally ceased, now remained only a constant confusion.
The door of the master bedroom opened and out walked her mother, her dark hair pulled back, and wearing red as she always did. The little girl looked up to her nanny with a tilted head in confusion. "Mummy?" She questioned, having not seen her mother since her mourning began.
"My darling Jennifer." Her mother stated as she stood looking down. "Your father's death has made me realise how much of a gift you are, now, with my help we shall make you as powerful as possible." She stated, the nanny looked up in confusion whilst the little girl looked away - not understanding. "We shall steal you all the magic you could ever need."
The thing about magic is, there are many different types. There are the types that are known about – not always believed but known about – psychics, those who can speak to the dead or see ghosts. But there are also many more types which are believed only to be myths. However, you cannot choose the magic you have, you're born with a certain type, and you cannot change that. Some, those who are the child of true love, or two magic bloods, may have more than one. But if a person wants more magic, in order to become more powerful, then there is only one way to acquire that.
To steal it.
So, as of the age of two, Jennifer Shepard assisted her mother in stealing magic. That too is a type of magic that only some can do. Her mother would kill the witch, and Jennifer would unknowingly hold a pure gold ring over their mouth whilst they took their dying breath and steal their magic. As soon the ring would touch her skin she would acquire the magic.
Yet as Jennifer grew up, she realised what she was doing, and by the age of seventeen she stopped. Violent magic fights between her and her mother began to erupt out of nowhere. Balls of magic fire thrown across the room, only to be met by ice. Then, things changed.
Jennifer's mother had never had the ability to steal magic, but when she was offered the magic by a strange man, she would do anything and everything to get it. But that luxary came at the cost of the death of her own child. But for a woman who no longer had a heart, that was an easy decision. This was to become the last war that ever threatened to become known by the general public. A war between one single familiy divided by power. Her mother never won though. Jennifer never died.
October 8th 1994
A wounded witch hid shaking, behind a cold metal bin in the centre of DC. No witch with any sense practiced magic in public. But it was the middle of the night. Fear was strong, but so was hatred, towards her mother, towards the lies, towards what she had become. Her senses were alert as she watched the night with the familiar tingling of magic running through her veins.
Then a man appeared, with eyes soft, and a hand outstretched, promising her a different life. And with an uncertain shaking one of her own, she took his and followed him. Something she would never regret.
In the world we live in there are creatures and happenings that us humans don't know about. There are cover ups we will never un-ravel and myths we will never believe. Every day we walk alongside witches, but they are not the only member of the supernatural community that exists. We dance with werewolves, we walk with vampires, and we kiss shape shifters.
Most of these beings mean us no harm. They want simply to blend in and live a normal life. But that is not always the case, Jennifer's mother is proof. There are beings around us who mean us harm, which will kiss and then kill us. Those are the beings that we need unknowing protection from.
The people who provide it are a black ops division of the CIA, whom only the highest ranking people know about. Those people are the ones who held out a hand Jennifer Shepard on that dark October night. And who now, 18 years later, that red head is one of.
Sometimes we need protection, Jennifer Shepard provides it. She may well be the most powerful witch ever to live, she may also have a black heart from all the wrongs she has done. But everyone deserves a second chance to do right . . . don't they?
Please let me know if I should continue or not?