Disclaimer: I don't own anything that deals with WHR, these 4 side fics are about the witches that I have in my WHR fic called A Soul's Search. Just thought it'll make it more interesting, eh who knows ^^ enjoy anyway! ja ne

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Like caged animals, we wish to be free...

Are our fate and destiny to be forever our masters...

Who are you, or a better question, who am I...

As I frown into the mirror, will my questions be answered today, tomorrow, I begin to wonder...

Identity Lost...

It was during the time of the Verbena de la Paloma. It's a time in August between the sixth and the fifteenth. People dress in regional costumes, and dance. Oh, do

they ever dance. No one knows who is who, or cares for that matter. During that time of festival in Madrid, people come from all around, and just forget about what

troubles they have in their lives. They leave their real identities behind, and become a new person when they're in costumes. Everything about them changes, how

much of a change that I was going to go through. I wasn't expecting it to be that way, but it did, because during the festival, is when I awakened.

My name is Remus, and that's all I'm telling you about my name. My power, well, let's just say that I can move things with my mind. If I want them to stay

completely still, I can do that too, I have complete control over them. I can make people do what I want, when I want. But I do better with objects than peoples

minds. I had to try it anyway, just for kicks. I love to have control, it feels like in a way, I have their lives in my hands. Their will is mine, like I'm a god, but I know

that I'm no where near to being one, so I'll settle for this instead.

I first go to a place that's between Puerta del Sol and Plaza de Santa Ana. It's a street called Calle Huertas. Many people walk along this street, it's so crowded that

not even a car or a motorcycle could pass through. So it's better to go by foot. There are many pubs, taverns, theater-cafés and fashionable bars that are so close to

each other that it's better to walk. Which is fine by me. I start there, I first watch as passers by go, thinking how mundane their so called lives are compared to mine.

I seek out my target, then within a blink of an eye, my target takes his hands and wraps his arms around the first female he sees. She struggles, but can't break free. I

pretend that I can feel her lips on mine. I pretend that I'm on the one that is feeling her soft-firm body. I finally break my hold on him and the female takes a glass

pitcher and breaks it over the poor saps head. People are laughing at the poor sap, my target runs in shame, never to show his face again in this part of Calle

Huertas.

Then I finally get bored and move on to my next destination. I go underground to Alonso Martinez and Bilbao. They're the busiest subway systems in Madrid.

Another perfect place to test my "gift." I smile as a small group of jerks that are high on some kind of drug or other. I didn't care, they're to be my next targets. I

took control of them. It was a little harder because there were more than I was use to, but I got the hang of it rather quickly. They looked lost, more than usually, the

group took out their so called "joints" and smoked away. Bothering people, and dancing around like fools that was my doing. I laughed to myself as I watched from

the stairs. Druggies were so easy to control, easier than most, so easy it was pathetic. But I didn't care, a mind to control is still under my control to do what I

please. The trains were starting to come in, I thought wny not, they're just wasting their lives anyway. So I did what I thought was needed, I made them jump into the

way of the trains. People turned their heads away from the gruesome sight. They ran in no particular direction, scurried like scared rats. I just sat there, smirking

watching them run like the cowards they are. Then after a while, I grew bored and left.

But my favorite memory is when I was at Paseo de la Castellana. It's a terrace where the elite of the elite come and enjoy the night life. The rich people from the

snobs of Madrid to the politicians. Waiters walk by with glasses of the most expensive champagne, and handing them off to the people at the tables. I watch from my table with amusement, as they talk about their lives. Bragging on how much money they're bringing in and such. I grew suddenly bored, so bored in fact that without thinking, I've already seized control of a few minds. I play around with the people like they're puppets, and I'm the puppet grand master, or something like that. These rich people are more of a bore than any others that I've ran up against. Again I left, but not without causing a few problems. Men hitting on other women, and vice versa.

As I walked along, I felt something was wrong. My head pounded with such pain, I fell to my knees. I was shaking, I couldn't understand why, and then it hit me, it

was my powers. I took control of too many people in one day. I should have paced myself better. Then as I crawled to the nearest water puddle, I could see the

reflections of the people that I took control of. Could this be that I actually have a conscious? No, but how else can I explain it? Their faces replacing mine with

every blink of an eye. I yell out as my hands are balled into fists and thrown into the air. Then finally, the faces were gone and I felt myself slowly going back under

control. I wonder, how could I have lost myself completely so quickly? No, I won't believe it! Who am I? I'm a witch, nothing more, nothing less.

¿La identidad, personaje, quién es yo? ¿Quién es usted? Yo me soy, y usted es usted.

(Identity, persona, who am I? Who are you? I am me, and you are you.)