I Who Once was Evil

Chapter 2: Let's Begin

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It all started about three years ago, when mama got me a new tutor…

"Evie, get down here and meet your new tutor!" Then she turned to the man on her left. "Really I'm so sorry, she can be so forgetful."

"Oh, it's perfectly all right Madame. Young girls can be rather silly sometimes."

A loud thud, thud, thud was heard as a young woman of fifteen came down the stairs. "I'm here mama." She flattened out her deep brown hair and straightened her blue skirts.

"Well, now that you're here darling, why don't I introduce you to Lord Rownan," Evie curtsied to him politely, just the way her mother had told her to. "Lord Rownan, my lovely daughter Evie, Evie your new tutor, Lord Rownan."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Evelyn, and I am very happy to be your new tutor." Lord Rownan said with a flourish, and a bow, his almost clear gray eyes sparkling, like some hidden amusement or thought was behind them, and indeed there was.

"Oh Lord Rownan, it is truly my pleasure to make your acquaintance. I've heard so much about your theories on social order." She rather thought that his book was obnoxious and showed a lack of compassion for those not in the gentry. She didn't say anything about this of course. Her mother, who was molding her into the perfect little debutant for her coming out the next year, said an introduction should always include a complement somewhere.

"Thank you, shall we get started. I would love to see how far along you are in your studies."

"Of course," Evie's mother, Lady Danforth cut in. "right this way. I thought that the library would be agreeable for her studies. Not that many distractions…"

She had already set up a large desk, some pens and a stack of paper, two chairs, and put some more lamps in the dark room. There were no windows and all the walls were lined with bookshelves, with more books then could be read in a non-magical person's lifetime.

Before the lady of the house left, however she leaned over to Lord Rownan and added, "She can be a little odd at times, if you have any problems just give me a call." The tall, dark haired man gave her a curt nod and then took the vacant seat as Lady Danforth glided from the room.

Lord Rownan didn't start talking until Evie's mother was a safe distance away.

"Alright, what are you." He said levelly. She backed up slightly in her chair and tried to take a deep breath, which she failed at miserably, instead what was heard was a small gasp and a shudder. Remembering her training in always remaining calm, cool, and collected she knew that what she'd just done had given her away.

"My lord, I'm afraid that I don't know what you're saying." Her bright green eyes for the first time looking at the floor. The lord grabbed her chin in his hand and made her look at him.

"I think you know exactly what I'm referring to, Evie, now tell me what you are, because you aren't a human, I can sense it. I'm also of the magical branch, but you would know that," He said lazily, "Wouldn't you." She made to get up quickly but he stood as well and blocked the door.

"I can't do much, I can just," she waved her hand and all of the pens and paper on the desk did a little waltz. Rownan watched in amazement as she did this with what seemed to be very little effort. "I'm a witch, and I can also, like all magical creatures, sense others, but don't tell anybody, no one knows. You can't let them know, my mother would throw me out, and my life would be ruined. She's always telling me how she is so proud of me and how she is so thankful that I didn't turn out like her sister who's a witch. I've never even met her… "The lord saw the fear and regret in the young girls eyes. He had such plans for her. He knew already that she would most likely be killed. The next few minutes however were the ones that condemned her.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but you have an extraordinary gift there. During part of our tutoring sessions I could help you with your magic; I'm a warlock." A look of relief was apparent in her eyes now.

"You can? I've always been so afraid that I was alone."

"You aren't alone and you never will be again," He said as he put his hand on her shoulder with a reassuring smile. "Now let's begin, shall we?"

…This is where it all began. You'd think that I'd be more hesitant to trust him, right. Well he got me, and he got me good. For the first time in my life I wasn't afraid and I wasn't alone. Sometimes however, the path that you tread isn't meant to have any forks in it.

A/N Well, love it, hate it? Please R&R either way