(A/N: well…here it is…)
Onyx blinked at her grandmother. "Grandma, a-are you OK? Maybe I should go get mom and dad…I think you need some medicine or something." She stood up and headed for the door, unsure as to what was up with her grandmother. She's probably been reading too much or something. Poor woman can't tell fiction from real life anymore.
"I can tell fiction from real life perfectly fine, dear," Gwen's voice was clear and smooth, with a hint of amusement. "Now come and sit down and I shall explain everything." She waved her hand, motioning for Onyx to come towards her, and Onyx felt a strange force pulling her and forcing her to sit down in her chair.
"What the hell?!" Onyx cried out in surprise.
Gwen waved her hand again, a small barely noticeable movement, and Onyx's stereo shut off. "Really dear, you can't hide much from a telepath."
"Y-you mean you can read minds?"
"Of course. It took me years to study. I learned that an ancestor of mine had the ability which meant that with the right practice and dedication, I could unearth the ability for myself. And I did. Perhaps you will be able to do the same. I have no doubt that you will have many powers. Your ancestry is filled with brilliant witches, warlocks, sorcerers and sorceresses. Some the powers skip around from generation to generation but every witch can perform spells, and potions. The Magic is a part of us."
"So….how is it that I'm a witch? And where does the magic come from?"
"Your father was a witch. However he gave up his powers for your mother. Your grandfather is a warlock. Until your father married your mother, our bloodline has been pure from mortal blood or anyone who wasn't like us. No one quite knows where the magic comes from but its like a substance within us. It can be removed or given up. After such its only a 50/50 chance in the child of a former witch will have powers or not. Not many witches give up their powers unless they have a very good reason too- its like missing a part of us, like losing a limb."
Onyx blinked, this was all so much to take in but it didn't stop the glow of curiosity in her eyes. She was a witch! Now she could turn that slut Lindsey into the toad she was!
"I'm afraid not, dear." Gwen spoke, reading her granddaughter's thoughts. "There are rules as to how we deal with mortals. They're human too- just like us, even if they don't have the Magic. You're lucky that you haven't been punished for all the accidental magic that you've released."
"Well how could anyone know? Or do anything about it?"
"There is a group of witches- a type of coven, if you will. Now these witches are among the most powerful witches and govern over all other witches, whether these witches be solitary or in their own covens. This "ultimate coven" is known as the Witch's Council and is made up of 15 witches. Five witches represent the population of white witches, five represent the gray witches, and the final five represent the black witches. And one witch is elected to rule over all of them and keep the peace and order within the coven."
"What do you mean by 'white witches' and stuff?"
"it's the type of magic they deal with. There is white magic and black magic. Obviously white magic is more benign while black magic is more along the lines of curses and such. White Witches are witches who affiliate themselves with white magic and therefore only use their powers for the good of others- usually humans they find deserving or who are in danger, humans who have done little to no serious wrong. Black Witches affiliate themselves with black magic and cause trouble and chaos among humans. They tend to double cross those they help and aren't always the most trustworthy. Then there are Gray Witches, who use both types of magic. Now of course, occasionally a Black Witch will have to use white magic for something and vice versa."
"What type are you?"
"I'm a Gray Witch. Gray Witches don't help out every person out of the bottom of our hearts but we aren't unnecessarily cruel or wicked either."
"So are Black Witches evil and White witches good?"
"There's really no good and evil among witches and its not like they all hate each other. A White Witch and a Black Witch could easily work together and be friends. What makes a person evil is how they use their powers and to what end. Even a White Witch could be evil by manipulating white magic to go against its purpose and cause trouble instead."
"What type am I? A Gray Witch like you?"
"That's more up to you. Usually a witch decides what type they want to be, or they base their choice onto which type of magic is easiest for them to use."
Onyx shook her head slightly. "This is unbelievable. How come no one ever told me?"
"Your parents wanted to raise you like a mortal. But since you are a magical child, the Witch's Council deemed that you would be introduced to our world when you became 16 and that I would teach you how you use your powers and to discover their full potential."
"What type of powers are there?" Even if she couldn't turn Lindsey into a toad, it'd still be cool to have powers. And she could always just threaten the bitch with the future life of a disgusting amphibian.
"You can't tell anyone what you are, Onyx. It would cause complete chaos among our world. An no, we don't those silly wands either," Gwen said curtly, not paying any attention to her granddaughter's disapproving scowl. "Now, as for your question about the type of powers, there are many types. There are the usual ones like shape shifting into animals- although today there are spells that can do that instead of a separate innate ability- telekinesis, telepathy, empathy, and invisibility. Its also been known for witches to understand and communicate with animals. However, there are much more…destructive powers that witches have been blessed with: Powers over the elements of Water, Earth, Wind, and Fire. A few witches have also been able to manipulate electricity. There are also the abilities and blow up objects through molecular combustion and to slow, speed up or stop time. And its incredibly rare for a witch to have all of these powers or even just all of the elements. The one witch to even have every single power was Guiana, an African witch in the 14th Century but she liked to experiment with her powers which resulted in her death."
"Woah. That's freaking awesome!" Usually Onyx would have chosen some other form of language but she tended to watch what she said around her grandmother.
"As well, you should, child."
"Ugh can you please stop reading my mind?"
"Certainly. Although its not really reading ones mind, its more like hearing ones thoughts. Some telepaths are stronger than me and can actually put images and thoughts into ones mind! I can just hear what someone thinks."
"Whatever. When does my training start?"
"Immediately. But when school is out, you shall come and travel with me and we shall travel the world and you will learn more about magic and how to properly use your powers. We will first work on getting you to control that temper of yours."
Onyx nodded. "I just can't believe that I'm half-witch and half-mortal," she said in astonishment. "What?" she noticed her grandmother looking uneasy. "Is something wrong?"
"Well…you aren't half-mortal. Your mother isn't completely human either. She's half-human and half…Djinn…."
"Djinn? What's a Djinn?"
"They're more commonly known as 'Jinni's'. You know, those creatures that grant wishes? Disgusting they are- Witch and Djinn do not get along very well or at all. Djinn are a completely different species. They're made of fire and are immune to many things that humans are not. They also have lengthened life spans, much like witches do. Just like witches, there are good Djinn and bad Djinn but they really have no say in which one they are."
"What do you mean? Everyone should have a say for if they're good or evil."
"That's not the case with Djinn. There are two tribes of Djinn. A good tribe- the Tavi- and an evil tribe- the Lamya. Depending on which tribe you are born into, you will have an innate desire to be good or evil. Those of the Lamya usually have little to no conscious and they never get along and its rare for there to be a child that is half of each tribe. Each tribe is led by the oldest member of the tribe and they too have a Djinn being to rule over both of them to keep the peace."
"What's the ruler called?"
"The Osric Djinn. This Djinn always chooses its successor and it can be from either Tribe. It's a terrible price to become one though, for one's heart will become like stone so that they are not swayed by good or evil."
"…well that kind of sucks. So which tribe is Mom from?"
"Neither. Her mother was half-and half of each Tribe and over used her powers to the extent where they burnt out and she no longer had them. There is a reason that the two Tribes do not mix and that is because with equal amounts of good and evil in one soul, then the good and evil fights for dominance. After loosing her powers, your grandmother married a mortal and had your mother. Your mother renounced her powers as a teenager, believing that having led only to trouble."
"And Djinn really have that whole three wishes thing?"
"Yes, I suspect that your Djinn teacher will get into that."
"My Djinn teacher?"
"Well of course. You don't expect me to teach you that, do you? Heavens no, I know nothing of their abnormal abilities. I'm merely in charge of your witch's training. In fact, I think that I'll talk to your parents of taking you out of human's school to further focus on your training."
"But won't I need to know the stuff from school?"
"Dear, once you're a full-fledged witch than you can just use your magic to gain your knowledge. And its not like we need jobs anyway. Now, go to sleep. I'll talk to your parents in the morning about your training." Gwen stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door and leaving Onyx in silence.
Onyx changed into a tank-top and shorts and crawled into bed. She laid under the covers, resting her head on the pillow and waited for sleep to over come her, thoughts rushing through her mind. Onyx was beginning to think that being a witch was the best thing that happened to her(the worst being that they moved from Nevada to Wyoming after Kindergarten. She had still been considered normal and actually had friends in Nevada). As a witch, opportunities would be unlimited. She could fix all her problems with magic. She wouldn't have to get a job and she could to whatever she wanted. And getting out of school too? Yes, she was sure that being a witch that definitely the best thing that had ever happened to her. What could possibly go wrong?
(A/N: muhahahaha famous last words. Next chappie should be up soon. I've never been so motivated for a single story before! 3 chapters in 2 days for 1 story? That's a record right there.)