(Chapter 3: Alwyn)
The end of school bell went, but there was more work to do for Alwyn, Jasmine and Regina. They had an after-school initiation class. Alwyn – like her mother – loved spell craft. A few weeks ago, she had woven a spell that had made the clouds form her initials. It had been so cool. Of course, her Mum went ballistic when she'd found out.
But there was also another reason why she loved her spell craft classes. Tony Bryne was in the same initiation class as her. Tony had started in her year at the start of term. He was gorgeous with dark brown choppy hair and midnight blue eyes. His smile could have melted the North Pole, but best of all he was a blood witch. Unfortunately, he was in a different coven that his mother was the high priestess of: Cats paw. They had started in the United States, but then moved to Ireland to save themselves from being wiped off the face of the earth by the dark wave.
"Al?" Regina interrupted her daydreams. "Alwyn! Come on! Christa will kill us if we're late!" Christa Ryan – their spell craft teacher – was the last of her thing on her mind. She was strict and about as old-fashioned as her Ariah when it came to Wicca.
"Okay, I'm coming," She mumbled and stuffed her school books into her bag. Actually, Alwyn was thinking about yesterday when she had sensed that strange presence. She was just so glad that her Dad was unhurt and came back a few hours late because of some crisis at work.
Jas, Regina and Alwyn headed off to Christa's cottage, which was only about a ten minute walk from the local high school. They arrived there just as Christa and the other students were making a circle. She gave them a look as if to say "YOU'RE LATE!" but didn't say anything.
"Okay, class," Christa said firmly. "Today we're going to be focusing on our energy. If you'll all take each others' hands and close your eyes." Jasmine was one Alwyn's left and Tony on her right. A shiver went up her spine as she took his hand.
"Right, now then! Jasmine, give your magical energy to Regina!" Christa announced. Alwyn watched with fascination as a glowing white light flowed from Jas to Regina. It was incredible. And so they passed their energy along to the person next to them until the energy finally reached Alwyn. Focusing hard, Alwyn drew all the energy in the room into her and imagined it all flowing out into Jasmine. She began to sing the power-chant that her mother used as she called on more energy. This time, Alwyn imagined it flowing into everyone like heat.
Christa opened her eyes and smiled. "Very good, Alwyn," She said slowly. "Have you been practicing?"
"Yes," Alwyn answered honestly. "With my Mum."
"Aye, you are so much like her," Christa announced. "You have her beauty and power. Have you looked in her old Book of Shadows?"
"No," She admitted. "Mum says that she doesn't no where her old ones are. I think Dad said that they're in the cellar somewhere." Christa nodded and left it at that.
"Okay, class!" She said loudly. "I'll see you next week!"
When they departed from Christa's cottage, Tony Bryne walked up to her. "You were amazing back there," He told her. "I'd never seen so much power."
"Thanks," Alwyn mumbled, blushing to the roots of her hair. He smiled and walked off.
Alwyn couldn't help grinning all the way home. Tony Bryne thought she was amazing!