Authors note: This chapter actually only happened because I had hit a block after the first chapter and wanted to write something about Virginia. Unfortunately I ended up writing some actually important things in here and had no choice but to keep the chapter as I really couldn't deal with re-writing it.

How it began… -Virginia

I was a sickly child when I was born, pale grey eyes with ugly black curled hair. I had trouble breathing in my crib and as I grew older I felt the need to rely on Rosemary for everything.
She was the only thing that kept me alive.
By the time I started talking Mother was pregnant again. Another girl, we thought.
In Enzidor many children was cause for concern.
When I came out as a defect the council was trying to dispose of me. I may not have been fully aware of the circumstances. But I recall Rose holding me in the basement for several hours.
And now mother was pregnant again. Would I have to sit and hold the new babe when it arrived? Would I have to save it from the council?
I may have been an extremely docile child but I understood more then the rest.
However, when Myra came into the world I knew she'd be fine. Dark brown hair and light brown eyes was perfectly normal and healthy. She was loud, as any new born, wailing at every little mishap. But that just added to the fact that she was well.
I had thought we had nothing to worry about.
And then Mother and Rosemary got into a fight.

I don't recall all the details…it was something about me though.
I thought my problems were gone. I was older now, nearly thirteen. What could I possibly have done?
"You see it don't you mother." Rose started one day.
"I don't see anything Rose. She's perfectly fine." Mother stumbled through the kitchen as a fourth babe was now well on the way.

"Don't lie." Rose mumbled. My mother turned to face her and shut her eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with her Rose."
"Don't lie!" She screamed in reply.
"Rose! Don't raise your voice. Myra finally went to sleep." Mother tried to sooth her but Rose continued.
"Her too! Don't you dare say you haven't noticed anything about them!" Rose was getting frantic. Waving her hands in the direction of my mother's room where Myra was sleeping.
"Rose…please…calm down…" Mother whispered.
Father was out picking up babe formula for Myra, if not he would have come in long before and stopped the argument.

"You knew…You knew all along didn't you." My sister muttered staring at the ground with wide eyes.
"There is nothing to know Rose."
"I'm sick of this…How could you let this happen!" she screamed again. Before turning on her heels and retuning to her room.

She didn't notice the fact I was standing in my doorway.
Of course she didn't.
Though Rose was very outspoken she didn't notice very many things. Apparently though, she had noticed something in me and Myra that I had yet too. Slowly I tiptoed out of my room and towards my mothers, where I could examine the little girl lying in mother's bed.
Now that I took the time to think about it….her hair was lighter…red even…
Of course…that wasn't cause for concern. I mean…yes, red hair was not common on Enzidor. But it was possible.
I sat there for a few minutes. My mother was still in the kitchen, probably making dinner.
I reached out to touch her cheek. And that's when I realized there was something wrong with her.
It hurt.
Touching my little sister felt like my fingers were on fire.
I had never actually touched my sister before then. And I probably never would again.
Had Rosemary felt the same? Had mother? When they touched me? Did I do anything to them?

That night I couldn't sleep.

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Two days later it was my thirteenth birthday. Rosemary was back to her old self, smiling and laughing, making fun of my friends and chastising me when ever I tried to taste the cake.
Myra was sitting on the couch giggling at some television show and several of my friends were there.
"A witches thirteenth birthday means the release of their powers. That's why the thirteenth is an unlucky day for humans. It's always when the thirteen year olds try out some new spells that sometimes go wrong, and enter the human world on that specific date." Rosemary started. "I never had a spell go wrong." She continued triumphantly and I laughed "I may end up destroying the world now wont I?" I joked. Rosemary however looked at me for a split second before smiling again and patting me on the head.
"Welcome, to the best year of your life, Vigi!"

She couldn't have been more wrong.
That night while brushing my teeth before bed I looked at myself in the mirror.
In response to what I saw I blinked several times and leaned closer to the mirror.
My eyes had somehow gone from pale grey to a bright violet…
That, I knew, was not natural.

"She's thirteen now, so everyone, look out!"
"Have you even looked at her yet? I think she already had her big slip up."
"I think there is something bigger behind that. Have you seen her sisters?"

Mother wasn't home the next day and I walked to school.
Those were the comments I heard in class.
And the history teacher picked me to recite the battle of Lesonia.
Sometimes I wondered how much of what I was reading was really true. It sure didn't sound right to me.

When I got home that day I found Myra home alone.
She was stumbling through the kitchen mumbling 'cookies' over and over.
I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped me as I saw her fall back off the chair and land with a thump on the floor.
She looked so upset….with her baby cheeks puffed out to full extent, and brown eyes narrowed on the chair.
"Meanie!" she yelled and pointed at the chair with her pudgy little fingers.
A second later I jumped and grabbed her.
The chair had some how caught fire, however as soon as I touched her, the flames disappeared as if I had just imagined them.
I was almost too shocked to notice the searing pain running through my arms.

After dropping her down on the couch, I sat down next to her and decided to interrogate her.

"Where is mom?" I asked
"loud." Was her reply, as she started digging around for the remote control for the television
"What?" I blinked. 'Loud' wasn't an answer!
"Loud… Mom is loud." She continued. I laughed at her and resisted the urge to poke her.
"Not 'what' is mom…'Where' is mom?"
"Oh… Mom is not here." She smiled and hopped off the couch to search the other one for the remote.
I hung my head and forced myself not to throw a pillow at her.
"I know she isn't- bah! Well fine, do you know where Rosemary and Dad are?" I tried; it was starting to get obvious Myra had no clue where mother was.
My little sister was crawling across the couch reaching into the cushions still hunting for the remote.
"Daddy did something stupid. And Rose got loud and went boom with the door."
I blinked and got off the couch.
"Boom…with the door…?" I asked.
"loud noises…" Myra continued thoughtfully.
"u…huh…Well. Alright then…Daddy did something stupid?"
"t.v!" She shouted and plopped down on the couch with the remote in her hands.
She was going to ignore me for the rest of the day now… I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Vigi is weird." She mumbled during a commercial. She walked over to me and poked my shoulder. It hurt but I didn't let it show and she smiled at me…such a weird little girl.
A small thought came to linger on my mind for a while after that.
'My little sister will be the death of me…'
And then she started talking to me…