I injured my hand at work and got a day off to finish this chapter.

I don't own TVD.

Thank you to the reviewers: elidear, darkpegasuzz, hunterofartemis126, SorayukiChinatsu, ArtemisLuna85, beyond the staras, Danny Jones II, animefan117, Hoshijanitte, Dualduda, Stachelbeere, Shadowdancer03, MoonlightMiracle. SakurianaHime. The reviews I received over the past two weeks have forced me to write more for all of you.

To the guest reviewers:

Dassa-chan: I'm so glad you like the pairings so far. I've thought of most of them, but if you find one that fits better I might find a way to include it. I'm leaning toward Rebekah and Enzo because it's fresh with no baggage from the shows. I mean Matt tricked Rebekah; Rebekah fell in love with Stefan who was an emotionless ripper at the time; and Marcel is her Nephew (seriously I really hated that couple not just because she sort of raised Marcel but also because Marcel is a power-hungry mini-version of Klaus. He'll always break her heart)

Guest: Bex is totally going to end up with Enzo. I think it'll be good for Rebekah's development to be with a man as loyal as Enzo, who understands loyalty to family, who won't break her heart.

sam: you're welcome.

Breitel: thank you so much for your review. It's called the vampire diaries and I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing for her to start writing one, especially since she can come back to it later for information. And there's nothing wrong with a person writing down their feelings especially if they have no one to talk to about certain things. Think of the diary as the keeper of the secrets she can't share with anyone. And this is a story about greek gods and magic and vampires and you're focusing on the butterfly effect? It's called suspension of disbelief for a reason.


Chapter 19 - Digital Spell

My eyes didn't leave the corner Bellamy had turned for several minutes. I don't know what I was hoping for. I released a sigh and blinked as I turned back to my car.

"Excuse me?"

I almost jumped out of my skin when I suddenly was face to face with the witch I met at the store. My magic flared, releasing in quick bursts toward the witch. Quetzal jumped out of my bracelet, launching himself at the witch.

The woman screamed and took several steps away from me and Quetzal, who hissed at her with its scales erect. Over the years, Quetzal's size had increased. At his full length, he was almost as tall as me at five feet. The witch fell to the floor and crawled backward as she watched the approaching serpent with fear in her eyes.

"Jeez, didn't anyone teach you not to sneak up on a mage?" I didn't sense any danger coming from the woman. The fact that she surprised me was my own fault because all my senses had been focused on Bellamy rather than my surroundings. I didn't actually plan on scaring the poor woman. I picked up Quetzal by the tail and the middle of its body, folding it over and over until it rested in my palm and forearm. The familiar searched my eyes before its forked tongue slipped from its mouth to scent the air. I brought it up to my face, letting it lick my face to show it that I was fine. Once it was satisfied, it retreated back into its vessel.

I stepped toward the witch, who quickly scurried back. "Oh my gosh, what was that?" She stood up but kept her distance from me.

I sighed and raised my hands up in a placating gesture. "Sorry about that. You scared me. And that snake was my familiar. You snuck up on me and scared me. It reacted to my magic to eliminate the perceived threat."

She looked at the golden jeweled bracelet on my wrist with furrowed brows. "You have a familiar? Do all witches have them?"

"I'm not a witch. I'm a mage."

"What does that mean? There's a difference?"

I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm not doing this crap on an empty stomach. You're buying dinner." I returned to my car and opened the door.

"I am?"

"Just get in the car."


With a quick glamour spell, I was much more presentable to enter the restaurant. I hadn't eaten anything for breakfast in the morning since I was so anxious for my date and I needed to put something in my rumbling stomach. It wasn't even that I couldn't hold the hunger. I've fasted several times over the years. The longest I've gone without eating has been a week. But I wasn't fasting. And if the witch wanted my help, she was going to have to feed me. Keeping the seafood theme for the day, I ordered a plate of calamari.

All the while I was eating, the witch watched me in anticipation. Halfway through my meal, I said, "Alright. I know you have questions, but I want you to tell me something." She nodded and I asked, "For how long have you been a witch?"

"Since the middle of high school, so about 8 years."

"Okay, how many spells do you know?"

Her eyes wandered at the other patrons in the restaurant. She leaned across the table and whispered, "Is it really safe to be talking about this in public? Maybe we should go somewhere more private."

We were sitting in a booth at the very back of the restaurant and from my seat, everyone else was in my eyeline. No one was paying attention to us. "I cast a privacy spell when we sat in the booth. No one outside the vicinity can hear us so you can talk normally."

"Oh." She sat back and spoke in a normal volume. "That's convenient."

"It's a very easy spell to learn. Just apply magic to burning sage. So long as the spelled sage burns, a person outside the spell's boundary won't be able to hear what's happening. Most witches carry around bundles of sage but my friends carry around spelled sage incense."

"Wow, I didn't know that."

"I'm beginning to think you don't know a lot about magic. Tell me how you discovered your magic."

"When I was in high school, I started having weird feelings of deja vu. I would dream of something but then I would forget the dreams until the event was taking place and I felt like I already experienced it. I didn't understand what was happening. I thought it was just in my head."

"It's not. All magical beings have this sixth sense. Oh yeah, witches and mages aren't the only supernatural races in the world. I'm pretty sure you've probably met a few even if you don't know it," I explained. "Anyway, when a witch is unaware of her power, the magic awakens as a sixth sense and in the form of psychic powers. Some can sense or see ghosts - yeah, those exist too - others can hear thoughts, and sensing dangers or see the past and the future. You can get feelings by touching things. You watch Charmed?"

"Yeah. I love that show."

"Your magic came in as precognition, like Phoebe. But those abilities are weak in witches unless they're specifically trained. You'll only get feelings of deja vu or random images that can literally mean anything. Witches use many different sources of magic though. Have you been hearing voices?"

She thought for several moments and shrugged. "No. Why? Is it important? Am I supposed to?"

"No. The fact that you're not hearing voices means that you don't have a bunch of ghostly ancestors trying to push their agendas onto you. You're just an ordinary human with an affinity for magic who was lucky enough to have your magic awakened."

"When I entered college, I met several people who were just like me. We started a club to explore the occult to see what we could find out about our powers. But I'm guessing I didn't learn that much since I'm pretty sure you're younger than me and your magic is so much more powerful."

"That's due to a whole host of different factors. Unlike you, I knew I was magic and I knew exactly when my magic would come in and even before then, I practiced meditation, sensing, and studied as much as I possibly could. And when my magic came in, I had a certain understanding of the power that most never get after a lifetime. My siblings are also magical and I have my own coven. Witches are more powerful when they practice together. You share power and knowledge. I'm 17 and I've been practicing magic for over 13 years."

Her mouth fell open in shock. "Wow, that's amazing. You started when you were just 4 years old?"

"I'm a mage. Mages don't usually come from inherently magical bloodlines. That means no one in my family had magic or even knew it existed." I left out the special circumstances that caused me to be born nor did I say anything about Hekate as I explained, "But when there's a firstborn mage, it's more likely that their younger siblings will also be born with magic. It's not 100% but it's more than 50%. Both my siblings are mages, but my friend, who's a twin, is a mage, but her twin sister isn't one. And when mages have children, it doesn't necessarily mean that their children will be mages as well. So we're rarer than witches.

"Mages have a magical core they're born with that they draw power from to perform their spells. Witches don't have that. They draw power from outside sources. There're many different sources. Witches born in witch families will most likely use some type of Spirit magic or Ancestral magic. That means they draw power from their dead ancestors. They can be incredibly powerful, especially if the line is really old, so there're more ancestors to draw power from. But the ancestors can also remove the witch's power when they decide they don't like how the witch is using their power. You don't have a witch bloodline to draw power so you don't use spirit magic or ancestral magic."

She placed her hand on her chest as she exhaled. "Oh, thank God. I know I don't do much with my magic and I don't know a lot about it, but it feels right. It's a part of me. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't always have the feeling of magic in my veins."

"Hmm. I know what you mean," I said with a smile.

"There're a lot of subcategories in magic. Literally every culture has their own form of magic. There's Voodoo, blood magic, sacrificial magic, dark magic, traditional magic, elemental magic, shamanism and so much more. Spells can be in any and every language you can think of. I usually use spells in Latin and Greek but I've used spells in Old Norse, French, Hebrew, English, and even backwards speak." I raised my hand to stop her from asking a question. "I'm not telling you all this so you can go sacrifice random animals to who-knows-what so you can get more power…"

I stopped when the waitress entered the field of the privacy spell. "Hi. Is everything alright here? Can I get you anything else?" She smiled and looked between me and Cecile.

"I'll have 6 servings of the mixed seafood dinner to go please," I said to the waitress as I handed her my debit card. "Just bring the check. Thank you."

"Alright."

I turned back to Cecile. "Magic can and will kill you. If you do a spell wrong and you use too much power, it will kill you. I'm telling you this to give you an overview of the different types of magic. So you can know the benefits and the consequences. With great power comes great responsibility and the abuse of great power brings great consequences." I pulled a cardholder from my purse and handed her a business card. She looked at the front of the card, flipping it over to examine it. "When you can see the address on that card, I want you to go to the address. My coven teaches witches and mages who don't have covens or teachers about their magic so they can use it safely in their daily lives and maybe even make a living out of using magic. If you want to start as soon as possible, start meditating. When you get home, draw a pentagram and meditate while sitting in the middle of it. The pentagram is a geometric shape used to help focus a witch's magic. Light a candle, get a bowl of water, a balloon full of air, and a pot of dirt. Meditate on them. You'll feel more connected to one of the four elements. When you find your element, try to channel it."

"I know what that is. I did it with my friends in the club. It draws power from our surroundings."

"You can channel anything. Another witch, Nature itself, an element, magical objects, magical events, or a celestial event."

"Like the full moon?"

"Yes, but it can be an eclipse, an aurora, a solstice, an equinox, a solar flare, a meteor shower, or a comet. Anything that has something to do with the natural world. The rarer the celestial event, the more power you can channel. Since full moons occur every month, it's not as powerful as drawing from an eclipse or a comet."

She nodded. "What type of magic do you think I use?"

"Probably Traditional magic. You don't draw power from dead ancestors so it's not Ancestral or Spirit. You just happened to be born able to use magic. Since you're not a mage born with your own power, you draw it directly from nature. It's powerful but dangerous. Every spell you cast takes from your own energy. If you overtax yourself, there'll be backlash. You'll get nosebleeds and you may faint after using a difficult spell. You could even end up comatose or end up killing yourself. Magic is like a muscle. Start with small spells to make your body get used to it. When you get to the coven, they'll teach you the language, history, herbology, and gemology of magic. Most spells are in old languages like Latin, Greek, Old Norse, Hebrew, French, Creole, and Sanskrit. Mispronouncing words will make the spell either ineffective or have unforeseen consequences. Witches and Mages use herbs and gems to aid in their spellcasting. My coven often makes potions."

"Like charmed."

"Yep. It's technically magic in a bottle. As for the gems" - I extended my right wrist to her to show her my moonstone bracelet - "this is a moonstone bracelet. Every full moon I charge the gems. If I'm doing an especially taxing spell, I'll use the extra power in the stones for a boost. The jewelry you made, you sometimes infuse your magic into it."

"Really?" she asked. "I didn't even realize that. I just felt calm whenever I was working with gemstones. I don't buy them. I go out and search for them on my own. I always know where to find the best of them. I feel the same way when I'm gardening or hiking in a forest."

I stood out of the booth and said, "Come to the address on that card when you can see it. We'll help you figure everything out."

I didn't voice my thoughts but I knew she was probably more closely attuned with the earth element. It's always more effective for witches and mages to discover the nuances of their magic. Even though I knew a lot about magic in the beginning, each new spell I discovered, each new power, each new magic I performed made me more deferential to the craft. It was like after studying so much for an exam and you discover that you got a hundred percent and it makes you so happy because all the hard work paid off. Starting magic so young only made it more enjoyable to see the many amazing things I could do with my magic. It just made me want to practice more.

But, I also had help. Hekate came to me and told me about my magic before I awakened my power. Although it was due to my special circumstances, I had a lot of guidance from the gods. I also had knowledge of important objects, like the location of Emily Bennett's grimoire, which I used to learn several beginner spells as well as the Bennett family's spells. Enzo also brought me several grimoires he found in his travels. When Sheila died, I copied every grimoire she had in her library, which were not just from the Bennett line but also other grimoires she collected over the years. I've also collected several grimoires from several of my previous lives from all over the world. Then, I formed my own coven.

With Lora, Matt, Ria, and I working together, we've made our own spells and channeled one another to perform powerful spells. We eventually arrived at the point where we wanted to share our knowledge of magic with others who had no one to help them. Most witch covens prefer to keep their knowledge in their family, turning away other magical beings who have no one and hoarding their knowledge of the craft. It started with helping Carrie Bauer, who was not only a Magi but an empath. As the business spread, Lora, Enzo, and I met many young witches and mages who did not know the power they possessed. And their magic died with them rather than being passed on.

At first we could only help individuals we ran into by giving them advice and a starter grimoire to help teach them magic. The move to New York and the discovery of the journals I wrote gave us the idea about the magic school. The final straw was due to New York's large population, there were many coven-less witches and mages wandering around. Some went mad due to their uncontrollable magic while others accidentally killed themselves. And the New York City Covens Coalition (NYC3) won't help anyone outside their historical coven families. Elitist bastards.

So when we, the Silver Moon Coven, decided to start our own magic school, the NYC3 declared that New York State was their territory and demanded we move our business elsewhere. With a shrug, we just moved it to Stamford Connecticut, one city over from Greenwich. Once again, not far from the NYC metropolitan area.

I smiled at Cecile once more as she walked up to the front door of the Silver Moon House, teaching headquarters of the coven. It was a month after we first met. "Took you long enough."

"It was really hard to change the way I thought about magic," she replied. She turned around to the group of people behind her. "These are my friends. They're also witches. We started our witch club together in college."

A dark-skinned man stepped forward from among the eclectic group of people. "Although, our group has gotten more members than we had at our college club. We practiced as much as we could together, but there's a limit to how much we can practice without knowledge of magic. Some of us have tried to join the NYC3 covens, but we were turned away. Thank you for welcoming us."

I shook my head as I smiled at the group. They were mostly young adults, just a few years out of college. A few were older and some were younger, maybe as young as early college age. "It's no problem. When I was young, my friends and I found it very frustrating when our magic training stalled because the witches in our community wouldn't help us practice our craft. We've met many people like that. We just wanted to give you the opportunity we never had.

"Here we share knowledge and magic. We research magic here using the scientific method. Everything is free, but once you're more comfortable with your magic, you can create your own spells to add to your own grimoires, all we ask is that you share it with the rest of the coven. Our focus at the moment is creating effective spells in Modern English," I explained. "Our coven's goal is to share magic, not hoard it like the NYC3.

"Thank you." The older man smiled at me as he held out his hand. "I'm Julius. From everything you've told Cecile, we've all come knowing our elements and we've been learning more about herbs and gems from the little you told her. We've all been meditating together and our senses have grown sharper."

I smiled at them. "Well then, have you noticed anything about our surroundings?"

While some of the witches looked around with furrowed brows, the others closed their eyes and expended their senses. "I can feel a lot of magic around us," said Cecile. "There's a powerful spell either on the building or around it."

"It's a protection spell to keep out unwanted guests," I explained. "No one can enter without an invitation. The card I gave you has a magic signature that acts like a key to lower the cloaking spell. Why don't we head inside to meet everyone? Please come in."


May 2007

I dropped my keys in the bowl as I released a heavy sigh. There's just something about returning home after an outing that makes me feel like I can breathe. Like I can put my feet up and relax.

Except when I walked in the door, I wasn't expecting the foyer to be filled with nothing but boxes - both opened and closed- and other packaging materials.

"What the hell?" I knew that I didn't summon my warehouse into my house, so what the hell are all the boxes blocking the way? The litter went all the way up the winding staircase.

Shuffling sideways and stepping over a few boxes, I made my way into the dining room and placed the heavy bag of dinner on the table. I went around the kitchen to the back set of stairs.

The chaos led me to Victoria's newly renovated study. I knew my sister had been planning on setting up a computer center in the house but I didn't really understand what was happening. Electrical wires were everywhere on the floor and sticking out of the walls. Several computer parts - that I think are called motherboards - were littered on the tables. Styrofoam and other plastic packaging surrounded Victoria as she was hunched over, working on something I didn't see.

"Ria, what are you doing? And where did all this come from?"

I raised an eyebrow when she raised her head. She had a pair of dark goggles over her eyes as she held up a weird royal blue metallic pen with a long cylindrical white glowing tip. She grinned as she looked at me. "I made one."

"One what?"

"My own sonic screwdriver." My sister is such a nerd even though I won't deny that I also love Doctor Who. "I call it my Magik Screwdriver. I used one of the crystals from the Moon Pool not only as a power source for the pen but also for the tip. It will more easily take the magic in the spell. I really needed this if I wanted to cast the digital spell on these components." She pulled her goggles back down and returned to her work on the green motherboard, the pen forming brilliant white lines that forced me to look away.

My sister is a genius. Both my siblings are probably geniuses.

Due to her love of computers, Ria has created her own Digital Spell, a magical code, that will be uploaded to a computer that will allow us to keep a magical database, search engine, and GPS. She had been working on it for years and had notebooks of ideas written down since she began to wonder why we couldn't perform locator spells with digital maps rather than physical ones. It was brilliant of her to start thinking about it as the world becomes more digitized.

Matt was a lover of biology and the physical sciences. He loves sports and with that in mind, he wanted to find a way to increase his physical strength using magic so he would never be at the mercy of a vampire when it comes to close combat and physical strength. Although possible, he had yet to have the same success that Ria has but he's been focusing more on learning as much as he could about human physiology. He had some success in creating his own healing spell because he wants to help people with magic. Maybe he'll become a doctor in the not-so-distant future.

"When you're done, just make sure to clean up after yourself," I said before returning to my room.


His body hurt. He could barely breathe and everything was blurry. No matter what the woman did, nothing worked.

His breathing was shallow and hot. Even though he was covered from neck to toes under several heavy blankets, he was still shivering.

"Mommy, it hurts. It's so hot and so cold." He could barely swallow his own spit as it felt like every time he swallowed or spoke, it was like rubbing sandpaper. The woman by his bedside removed the thermometer from the boy's mouth. He could never really see her face or any identifying features. All he knew was that she had long blonde hair and she didn't seem to have any knowledge of illness or medicine that she didn't get from the internet.

He knew he had a high fever that was not good for a six-year-old child.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry mommy can't do anything." She took the towel from his forehead and dipped it in the ice bath. She wrung out the towel and placed it back on the boy's forehead. The medicine she gave him wasn't helping. "You know what? We're gonna go see the doctor."

He tried to sit up but he had no strength until his mother helped him by placing his pillow behind him. "But daddy…?"

She scoffed and waved her hand. "Don't worry about your daddy. I'm your mom and I say we're going to the hospital." She touched his face, passing her thumb gently over his cheek. "You're my baby. I won't let anything happen to you."

His body was weak and he couldn't keep his eyes open. His senses were muffled but he could hear his mother moving around his room, most likely packing some things for the hospital.

When he was conscious again, there was another person in his room.

A man.

His father.

The man was arguing with his mother. He hit her. "Mommy!" he called. The man stood over his mother who raised her hand to her blurry face.

So painful. All his limbs were heavy. His feet were hot and cold at the same time. His head throbbed and his vision swam when he tried to get off the bed. He fell off the bed on his back.

His mother rushed to him and picked him up in her arms. "It's okay, baby. It's okay." She held him close, his burning body finding a small amount of relief from his mother's touch. She turned to the man. "I don't care about you, about me, or about any of this. My son is sick. He's been sick all week and he's not getting any better. You said that you still want me and you're going to keep me. If anything happens to _, I'll kill myself. And you'll never get me. So I'm taking him to the hospital whether you like it or not."

She grabbed the bag and moved past the man. He grabbed her arm to stop her. She wasn't strong enough to pull herself out of his grasp and carry her son. The man grabbed the bag and the keys from his mother and led them to the garage.

"Has he had any of his immunizations?" the doctor asked.

"Well…" the man tried to speak but the woman interrupted him.

"No. He wasn't born in a hospital and he's never been to one before," his mother answered.

He couldn't see the expression on the man's face, but he knew that he was angry with the way his body grew taut as his chest turned slightly toward his mother.

"Well, that means it can be a number of illnesses. His immune system is weak and even diseases that most children won't get can be deadly for him. We'll run some tests."

"How long will that take?" the man asked.

"It'll take a while, but we're giving him saline and antibiotics to help with his fever."

His mother ran to him on the bed when she noticed he had awoken. "You hear that, baby? The lady doctor is gonna help you get better." He laughed when she tickled his tummy. "When you're all better we can go wherever you want."

"You promise?" the boy asked, raising his pinky up to his mother.

She hooked her pinky into his. "I promise." And the boy felt the oath being sealed with magic.

The boy's illness wasn't normal. Sure, he was sick with the flu, but he was a Magus. Magi don't often get sick. The magic flowing in their blood keeps them healthy and strong even with malnutrition and low immunity. The magic in his blood would have strengthened his immune system to allow the boy's body to fight the infection.

But the boy was a young magus with no one to help him. In addition to the infection, the magic in his blood was building up with no outlet. He had no spells to practice that would allow him to release the build-up of magic and he lived in a condo in the middle of the desert, so his magic couldn't naturally go into the earth.

But the boy also knew he wasn't a normal boy. He had strange dreams about people who could do magic. He knew things that no one else knew. Sometimes, voices talk to him, telling him what to do. "Go to the garden," said the voice. So he told his mother and she took him out to sit in the garden.

When he laid on the grass, his body cooled almost immediately. He felt something leaving his body into the earth. The grass grew and tickled his skin and the dandelion's seeds bloomed before the wind carried them away. His body still ached but he felt better than he had ever felt in weeks.

After several hours in the sun, in the garden, his mother carried him back inside. "Moonstone." The voice spoke in his head again when they passed by the hospital gift store. He saw the bracelet made from the milky white stones and asked his mother to buy him one.

With the moonstone bracelet around his wrist taking in the excess magic, his fever broke and the doctors decided to release him. His father was at work and wouldn't be coming by anytime soon just like he had stopped coming over the past few days. Now was the time. "Mommy, I don't want to go back to dad."

His mother stopped folding his clothes to look at him. "Why would you say that?"

"He hurts you. I don't like it when he hurts you. I know he makes you sad. I don't want you to be sad, mommy." He grasped his mother's hand. "Please. You promised we could go wherever I wanted when I got better. I want to go see aunty."

Her body went rigid. She lowered herself in front of the boy and grasped his face. "How do you know about her?"

"I see her sometimes. I see her in my dreams. She's so happy. I have other aunties and uncles, too."

"I'm sorry, baby but we can't go to your aunty. Your daddy, he'll hurt her like he hurts me."

"The _ tell me to go to her. She and her family are strong. Stronger than daddy. She'll protect us. She's like me. She can make me strong so I can protect you. Please, mommy."

The woman remained silent for a long while as she looked at her son.

"Oh, excuse me. I'm here to clean the room."

Without preamble, the mother took the food tray from the table and slammed it against the head of the janitor. When she didn't fall unconscious, she took the poor woman's head and slammed it against a wall. She searched the unconscious woman's pockets, picked out her car keys, and dragged her into the restroom. She threw the go-bag over her shoulders and grasped the boy's hand. "Come on, baby. We're going on an adventure!" They ran all the way to the parking lot, the woman clicking the keys to try to find the maid's car.

They left the hospital parking lot and sped down the road.

When they reached the next city, she dumped the car and went into the closest convenience store. She emptied her bank account and used cash to buy hair dye.

"Hello," the mother said when she answered the phone.

The boy could hear his father yelling even though the phone was not on speaker. "Where the hell are you, _?"

"Well, my lovely son wanted to go on an adventure so we decided to go without you," she replied as she caressed his face.

"Do you think you can get away from me? I'll hunt you down. I'll find you. And when I do, I'll lock you up so you never see the sun again. You'll never see _ again."

She closed the phone and threw it in the trash. When they walked out of the store, rather than return to the stolen car, she walked across the street and got on the bus.

In the middle of the bus terminal bathroom, she washed the blonde hair dye out of her hair as she sang to her son.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly

With his song…"

They laughed and sang together as she applied the black hair dye to her and her son's _ locks. Once again, he could not see the woman's true hair color. The woman applied several layers of makeup to her face and cut her long hair to a shorter neck-length bob to slightly change her appearance.

The two paid cash for a bus ticket. As the bus turned onto the highway, the boy turned back to look at the city.

As she opened her eyes to the sun outside her window, the last thing she saw through the boy's eyes was the Las Vegas Strip.

Lora sat up on her bed. She passed her hands over her face to remove the sleep from her eyes but she was left lethargic. Over the past few weeks, her dreams have been filled with nothing but the life of a young boy, his cruel father, and his abused mother. She could never see their faces but she experienced their life through the boy's eyes.

They were too focused and clear to just be dreams. She knew they were visions but she didn't understand why she kept having visions of that boy and his family. The only reason she could think of was that Hekate wanted her to help the boy with his magic but she had no idea who the boy was or where. She also knows they're trying to find the boy's aunt but the aunt's name or location was never alluded to. And the mother and son were on the run so they could be anywhere in the country.

Somehow, she connected to the boy and watched his life through his eyes.

After a long shower, she walked out of her bedroom toward the stairs only to find it covered in boxes and packaging. She could hear Caroline's voice down the hall, where the boxes led to Victoria's new study. Waves of blonde hair stood in the doorway and Lora heard Caroline say, "Do you need any help?"

Victoria looked up to see her best friend standing against the open door as she munched on some mixed nuts in a bowl. She turned off the Magik Screwdriver as she replied, "Not really. I'm almost done."

"Explain this to me again."

"I'm preparing the computer hardware to accept the enchantments I'm going to add to the electronics. I can't just mix magic and technology because the computers weren't made to do that," Ria explained.

"So when you used magic to stop Phoebe's engine was different from what you're doing now."

"Yes. The engine is the heart of the car. It's a physical component that magic can interact with. But I want to control the brain of the car. The computer chips that control the speedometer, the GPS, and the radio. I'm pretty sure in a few years, maybe a few decades, cars will have their own AI to drive themselves. The Digital Spell I'm creating is technically a program I'm using to give me access to satellites, cameras, and the whole internet."

"To create your own supernatural dating site?" Caroline smirked as she stood beside her friend.

Ria rolled her eyes half-heartedly as she offered her friend a smirk of her own. "Shut up." She answered honestly, "Maybe sometime in the future but not now. Right now I just want to see if my locator spell works with Google Maps." She placed the motherboard back into the frame before she used the tips of her fingers to carefully reconnect the wires and other electrical components.

"This can work well as a magic database. Phoebe and Lora are always copying the spells from their grimoires onto other notebooks to help witches and Magi. If you upload them to the computer, you can create a database, like a school library has, where you can just use some keywords to search up information about a spell or curse or just the history of witchcraft then download a personal copy. That would be so cool." Caroline rambled on, "Oh, and you could even make a program to search the internet for the dragon Enzo and Slater are working by inputting the parameters they have. You can even protect the supernatural world by erasing any accidental proof of vampires and other supernatural beings that have ended up on the internet like photographs and videos and such."

Ria smiled at her friend and nodded her head. "Smart care." She levitated the restored Frankenstein's computer onto the wall and connected the electrical wire. She returned to the table and removed the cloth to uncover the large interactive flat-screen table display. She pressed a button on the side of the table, turning on the table screen. The large flat screen on the wall came on as well and displayed the same wallpaper.

"What are you, setting up a spy agency?" Caroline joked.

"Might as well be," said Ria. She pointed at the small white machine that looked like it belonged in a lab, at the short end of the table. "This is for the locator spell. It takes a drop of blood, analyzes it, and sends the information to the computer which will automatically find the target of the spell. If the person moves, the marker on the maps will move too. And you can receive the information on a smartphone or tablet and still follow the marker to the destination. If this works, I'll write a program for that database you were talking about."


Lora, Phoebe, Caroline, and Matt sat around the table with the flat-screen display as Ria worked to connect her laptop to the table. Jenna and Enzo were in different parts of the country, so they could only connect via video call as they waited. They watched the large screen on the wall that was showing the upload bar as the code was downloaded from her flash drive to the computer.

Victoria was almost jumping with glee when the upload was completed. The blood reader was frankensteined to look like a glucometer that diabetes use to test their blood sugar. With a prick of their fingers on a spelled strip that would only read the person's blood for the computer to locate, Ria was ready to test if her Digital Spell worked. Ria already had stored Jenna's and Enzo's blood.

They watched with bated breath as a digital globe came on the screen and began to rotate. The globe stopped at continental North America before it started zooming in toward the northeast. A red marker appeared over Boston before a small window appeared with an exact address for Jenna. Five markers were placed one on top of the other with the Greenwich house's address. The last marker gave an address for Enzo in Richmond.

"Oh!" Everyone gasped.

"It worked."

"Ahh!" Ria screamed. "It worked!" She jumped up in the air, pumping her fists as she ran around the table, hugging everyone. "It worked. It worked." She stopped and rolled her hips as she danced in celebration. "It worked. It worked. I'm so awesome. I'm so smart. I'm a genius."

"Good job, sis," Matt said.

Phoebe laughed as she pulled her sister into a tight hug. "That was great. I'm so happy for you." Phoebe was almost in tears as she held her sister close. "I'm so proud of you."

Victoria's eyes glistened as she looked into her sister's eyes. She saw nothing but pure joy and pride as her older sister looked at her. Phoebe always looked at her like that no matter what she did. Most of her accomplishments, her sister helped her. It could be an A on a homework or a success in a spell she had been working hard to master. But this time, this was something she accomplished all by herself. The Digital Spell was her own idea, her own hard work, her own execution because it was something her sister could not help her with.

She had to dismantle several computers she got from scrap yards and put them back together again to learn about the physical components of a computer. Then at school, she learned to code. In her free time, she learned about how the internet worked. Then came her knowledge of magic. It took a lot of hard work, long nights, and failures to create the map. All she had to do was find out if the map on her computer would react well to magic and read the properties of the blood for a locator spell.

And now, with their blood "signature" recorded in the computer, they never had to cut or prick themselves again for a locator spell.

And the best part of it all was the cheers and congratulations from her friends and family to celebrate her accomplishment with her.

"This calls for a bottle of wine," Caroline said. She went into the corner of the room where several wine glasses stood around an unopened bottle of wine.

"You came prepared, Care."

Caroline shrugged. "I thought we'd either be drinking in celebration or drinking our sorrows away. Thank Dionysus it's celebration."

Ria mocked a gasp and smacked Caroline on the arm. "I can't believe you. You're my best friend. You're supposed to believe that I will succeed."

"I did," Caroline defended.

"Okay," Phoebe replied. "We're celebrating. But only one glass only for the teens."

"Are you including yourself in that?" Matt asked as he passed around the glasses.

Phoebe sighed. "Yeah." She leaned near Caroline and whispered conspiratorially, "Make sure to top it off so we get through the whole bottle in one round."

Lora was happy for Victoria but she was not in the mood to celebrate. She held her glass in one hand, taking small sips, as she tapped her finger on the touch screen. Her mind wandered far from her friends, back to her afternoon dream, back to the boy and his mother. Her skin prickled and the red hairs on her pale skin stood upright. Something was happening at the moment that she was unaware of but she could feel the magic coming closer.

"Oh, that's odd…" Victoria's voice was far away as Lora was pulled into a vision.

Once again she saw through the eyes of the boy. He held his mother's hand as they walked through the streets. She was familiar with those streets. She knew those houses. She passed them every day when she left the house.

The boy stopped with his mother and pointed. There were the black iron gates and the stone walls. There was an asphalt driveway that led to the emerald double doors and the coral plaster. "Mommy here…"

"It's showing someone outside…"

Crash! The glass shattered and the wine spilled onto tiled floors. The rolling chair spun as Lora ran out of the room as fast as her feet could take her. She hopped down the stairs, out the front door, down the front driveway to the gates.

She stopped. Across the street stood a woman with jet black hair, holding a boy's hand as his other hand was raised in the air, pointing at the gate. Pointing at her.

Her vision tunneled as she looked at the face of the woman.

Her breath stopped.

She could hear nothing but the heavy beating of her heart, anticipating what was to come.

Even with the heavy dark makeup and fake tan, she recognized that face.

The face she saw every day when she looked in the mirror.

The face she shared with only one other person.

Her twin.

Her older sister.

Nora. "Nor…"

She was smiling brilliantly as she waved her free hand wildly, with a heavy bag on her shoulder. Her tinkling laughter was drowned out by the car passing by.

She did not look left or right.

Lora's eyes widened in horror as Nora ran into the street with a smile on her face. She pulled the boy along with her as she paid no mind to the cars coming toward her in both directions. Horns blared through the streets. Obscenities were spoken by the drivers. Some swerved to avoid hitting her while others brought their cars to an abrupt stop to avoid hitting the mother and son.

"Nora!" Lora did not think. She simply acted as she ran to her sister.

She took her hand and pulled her to safety on the sidewalk.

Nora wrapped her arm around Lora's back and placed her head on her sister's shoulder. She laughed maniacally. "Hahaha! I missed you so much, Lo."

Lora wrapped her arms around the woman.

Her sister.

Her sister was really there.

In her arms.

Tears welled up in the young mage's cerulean eyes and ran down her cheeks. Her arms tightened around her sister's back. "Oh, gods! Oh, gods!" She cried like a prayer. She had no strength to hold herself up. She fell to her knees, still hugging her sister as she cried tears of joy and sadness and every other emotion she couldn't hold inside.

Her sister was in her arms.

She finally found her twin.


"Dear Sister, I'm not perfect. I'll annoy you, make fun of you, say stupid things, but you'll never find someone who loves you as much as I do." - Unknown


Song: Killing me softly - Roberta Flack

AN: I wrote this chapter because I wanted to show what Phoebe and the Silver Moon Coven had been doing. In a future story arc (most likely New Orleans), Phoebe may need an army of witches and other supernaturals. I don't want them to suddenly come out of nowhere.

And Lora finally found her sister.

As for the Digital Locator Spell, I got the idea from Legacies, when Lizzie mentioned that they used it to find young supernatural for the school. I was just going to use a physical globe but the way the globe spun reminded me of google maps. And the show has never shown that locator spells work if someone is moving so I'm inferring that the locator spell only works if someone is sedentary and another locator spell will need to be cast if the person moved.

I got the idea for the Magik Screwdriver, obviously from Doctor Who and the Light Pen from Fairy Tail.

Thanks for reading.

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