Warlocks had abandoned familiars a long time ago. Witches had embraced the familiars for centuries, usually cats or dogs and sometimes an unique creature. An iguana familiar gave a magical person pause but didn't question the choice, it wasn't the animal but the being inside that animal. It didn't happen often but sometimes the familiar would shift into a preferred form for the magical being. While the Warlocks were powerful, they had long forgotten the added power given by the magical animal guide. The Witches had not forgotten because they had lost some of their gifts due to being persecuted unjustly. Witches had made the mistake of being seen, and it had cost them greatly. With their unexpected sacrifice, the rest of the paranormal beings made sure they were hidden.
Lydia Branwell was a witch who could see a vague sense of the the future with her crystal ball, she always cursed herself, whats the point of being able to see the future but not be able to do anything. Her father reminded her that maybe it was not change anything but help in the here and now. She scoffed but later realized he may not have been wrong. She had her "public" orb she used to make money reading people's futures and giving them hope. She had to give them hope, it was important to her because of her father and her husband. After losing John, the love of her life, she wanted to help others for no other reason than to help her heal.
Witches and Warlocks sometimes had familiars, animals that helped them with their powers and spells. Occasionally a familiar could shift into the form desired by the Witch or Warlock and mate with them. Mostly legend in books but Lydia knew it to be true.
Familiars were drawn to her pain and her compassion; they helped each other. She would use her talent to push them toward their companion and they would keep her company. While the humans mostly paid her bills with her gift, it was the other worlders that she helped that gave her the most satisfaction. Sometimes they found her and asked for help or she would bump into a downworlder and guide them. There were days she had to help because the aura of the personalities wouldn't leave her alone.
Lydia had her personal orb, she ignored it- unless it gave her a reason to look at it with a colored light it made. She was still angry with it, it didn't tell her when her loving husband John would die, it wasn't something the orb would tell her and she had cursed the thing for a very long time. Yet, it still told her things especially details of other Warlocks and Witches things. It had told her so many vague things, but never those things she really wanted to know. She supposed it was because you can't change fate but damn was she mad at fate for awhile. She wanted to throw the orb into a pond, but there was something about it. She assumed it was John telling her to keep helping their kind, that it was important. Lydia still kept the orb hidden and in a place where she wouldn't see it. It had been years and in a room she no longer looked in but felt a pang wherever she walked by, it was too much. Still, she looked, and with a heavy sigh would walk away.
One night Lydia was picking up through her home, and her orb was glowing. It was a unique color, one she had not seen before. She thought she had ignored it enough that it was all new. She shook her head, no, that wasn't it. There was something going on, she hesitated, it had been years she thought to herself. Was she really going to look at this orb, it can't mean anything. She shook her head, telling herself it was nothing and walked in to see orb.
She walked in and shielded her eyes, the crystal ball was glowing with a mixture of colors; brown, green, and gold. Then it settled into city scapes, the orb was telling her something, all she had to do was figure out what. Something warm settled over her, it was love. Like hers with John but when she looked around she knew it wasn't hers but someone else, and she suddenly felt good about that feeling. Her love of John would never go away, yet there was some love to share or now she realized show. Witch or not it didn't matter, her magic told her whomever they were it was worth it all. Lydia felt the warmth of it all, love is love.
She was feeling that love with another pair and they were not together yet. Maybe that is why she is here to help them. She felt a warm glow giving her the feeling that she was on the right tract. She was transported to New York City but when she looked around she noticed that her magic from being a witch kept her from the public eye. She smiled, this will be easy she thought.
Lydia watched the Asian man walk down the street, he was dressed to impress, tight jeans, shirt with the buttons undone, and necklaces hanging on the chest. He had his hair standing up high with some red coloring, shaved on the side. His hair matched his shirt. The kohl around his eyes was perfect. Lydia recognized magic that surrounded him, and it was impressive, he was powerful. She thought she should be jealous then the orb shifted breaking her trance to the sleek long muscular black cat making his way through the city streets. His eyes were mesmerizing, hazel and serious; this cat walked with dangerous purpose. She knew right away, this was a shape-shifter and that his human form would be equally alluring. Probably tall, dark hair, the eyes would be hazel and powerful.
She realized then that this Warlock and familiar were meant to be, that she needed to get them together, for once in her life, she actually understood a vision from the orb. She could tell that this pairing would be a powerful one, and one that could change the future.
John appeared to Lydia in ghost form, he smiled gently, cupped her head to kiss her softly and with adoration and love for her – help them.