Sakura

On my 15th birthday, I got bought my own spell book. I always wanted one since I was little. All the girls come into school with their new spell books to show each other, everyone showed off their covers and complemented."Where your book Sakura?'' they'd beam, as they know my I haven't got one.''I've got one'' I smirked.''where is it, if you really had one you'd have it in your hand right now'' the bullies joked. I scurried off into the toilet to cry about the whole situation, although it wasn't all that bad as we all heading off to our lessons. I walk down the corridor to Science as groups of people stood in the hallway and laugh. My eyes dart around furiously as I see people talking and staring at me. What have I done to deserve this? I sit in the toilets rocking back and forth got louder and louder. All I could here was giggling, chuckling, laughing, screaming, had I done something wrong? I waited in the toilet until I was sure it was quiet.

I was jealous of the girls at school, they all had perfect parents that let them do any magic workshops and had time for family events and hung out with their friends on weekends. They had easier lessons than me as they had more advanced equipment which their families also funded them. But it wasn't my mums fault though, she grew weaker by the minute since dad died.

Couples and marriage partners have an unusual bond in the witch society. If you both have true feelings for each other, your energy appears stronger to foes and will give you many advantages. I feel most sorry for my mum as she lost my dad and I can't even begin to think how torn she must be after it all. I hope that one day I can find someone to settle down with who will love me for who I am and not what I am. Yes, believe it or not I also get the people who are obsessed with me for being a Captain. To have this title, witches must have at least three captains from our descendants. You must also have certain skills and abilities. You must be sharp, careful, on time and most of all on focus. People were usually jealous of this at school and round town as there are not many Captains in the society anymore as they are widely tracked down. Us Captains hold a phenomenal a amount of power and if this got into the wrong hands it is fatal and most of all dangerous to all witches. They can use dark magic against our will and they leave us in the hiding. I was going to stop this. My brother Liari an my dad were Captains.

Before the night I left, I had to pack my bag carefully as I didn't know how long it would be until I would return back to my mother. Of course she always assumed the worse was kind hearted and helped people out as much as she could. Every Sunday morning, she would teach basic defends to the homeless witches who lived on camps and had no money to pay for their lessons. All of the witches need to be protected as they are a dying community. I got my sleeping essentials, my book, herbs, pestle and mortar and headed out. I left at 11pm. There was no wind so it was deadly silent. A sudden distant scream sounded in the air. They're here. What was I to do? I couldn't get caught by going directly into the action, I need to keep myself concealed and hidden.

My phone had 21% left. Idiot! Why didn't I charge it before hand? A notification alarmed. 'Be safe and I love you,'Her last words. I nervously chewed my nails as I whisper quickly through the street. Greyish black smoke slowly filtered into the streets as I got closer to my starting point; the forest. It smelled like burning. What would be burning and producing this much smoke at this time of night? As I approached the corner, the smell of burning flesh flooded through the air. I could feel the smell seeping through my nostrils. It was so intense that it almost made me vomit. I was gagging… As I turned the corner the sight was horrific. Only the remains of a decrepit, charred body hung lifelessly chained to a blood scorched post.