Sorry for not better editing the last chap. I was just in a rush to get it out because I knew I wouldn't have my laptop for a little while, but that has given me time to write some new chappy's. Like three of em', and I plan on editing them better! Any who, here is the next couple chaps!
Disclaimer: I do not own W.I.T.C.H or C.H.K.Y.N I only own the characters that are unheard of in this particular fanfic.
Nerissa put one foot in front of the other. Same way she always walked except she wasn't walking to her house. In fact, she didn't know where she was going all she knew was that she had had the impulse to go this way for the longest time now.
Eventually she ended up in front of a quaint looking building.
"Yari's." Read the simple one worded sign.
Nerissa pushed open the door. Once inside her vision was bombarded with oddities: vials of liquid, cowrie shells, beads, figurines, incense, and stones. For what appeared to be such a small building there sure was a lot of stuff in it!
From behind a counter where a few cash registers sat, an older black woman stood. She observed Nerissa, and then approached her. She wasn't a tall woman, maybe five foot three, but her presense was staggering! Her large, soulful eyes kept Nerissa glued to her spot. Something about the woman made Nerissa immediately straightened her posture.
"Hello young lady." The woman kindly greeted her.
"Hello ma'am." Nerissa replied.
"My name is Yari. I just wanted to ask what brings you by? I don't get many people your age in my shop."
"Uh-um." Nerissa stammered. It was a good question, but Nerissa didn't have an answer. She had no idea why she was there.
"Well just take a look around, and if you see something you like just give me a shout." said. With one last smile she turned, and walked away.
Nerissa took the oppurtunity to observe . The woman's beautiful, greying hair was woven into tight braids that skimmed her lower back beads clicking together at the ends. But more interesting than was what she was wearing: It looked a little like a kimono the top was burnt orange, as it flowed down to her ankles it faded into a sunny yellow color. The entire ensemble was shimmery.
"It's called a takchita." Ms. Yari said making Nerissa jump.
"Ma'am?"
"The outfit I'm wearing is called a takchita. From Morocco."
Nerissa was thrown. She hadn't even realized she had followed he woman! Before she could dwell on it, something else caught her eye.
"What is that?" Nerissa pointed to a peculiar, but beautiful trinket: An orb glowing a dull pink, surrounded by a silver clasp.
The woman followed Nerissa's stare, and then let out an exasperated sigh when she saw what Nerissa was referring to.
"Just a paper weight for now." She picked up the amulet, and studied it. "It was careless of me to leave it out like this." She said in a low voice as if she were berating herself.
"Wait!" Nerissa practically shouted, startling the poor shopkeeper.
"I'm sorry ma'am, may I see it?" She asked as calmy as possible.
With a shrug just told her to 'be careful' and handed her the amulet by a delicate looking chain.
As soon as Nerissa's long, thin fingers brushed the object; the light from the orb became a blinding electric pink burning Nerissa's eyes, and sending tingles of eectricity coursing through her veins.
The shopkeeper's eyes widened in realization, and shock.
Halinor sighed, and put down her pen.
"Kaddy I need to tell you something, but you Can't. Tell. The. Others. Mkay?"
"Sure Hali what's up?" She asked a little concerned.
"Actually," Halinor tugged nervously at one of her spiral curls, "It would probably be easier to just show you." She said.
Halinor's light brown eyes scoped her room before landing on a candle on her bedside table. Perfect!
Kadma watched her friend curiously as she walked over, and picked up the candle.
It's now or never. Halinor thought to herself. She took a deep breath, and concentrated on the wick; envisioning a small spark lighting the candle. Kadma's slightly upturned eyes widened as the small spontaneous flame grew, and grew, and grew, an-
"Hali!" Kadma exclaimed loudly.
Halinor opened her eyes, and shrieked.
"Oh! Ooohhhhh!" Kadma flapped her arms, and jumped up, and down like a bird with a broken wing trying desperatey to fly...Or a wack job.
"Well don't just stand there! Put it out!" Halinor practically screamed.
"Me? You did it hot head!" Kadma yelled back.
"Not funny!" Halinor glared at her mixed friend over the growing flame. She took another deep breath, and placed her hand over the fire.
Kadma looked horrified. "What are ya? Nuts?"
Halinor ignored her friends panick laced voice until she felt the heat of the flame back off. When she opened her eyes again she was relived to see that the candle was no longer lit. Halinor sighed.
"That was-"
Halinor cut her best friend off. "Pease don't hate me now that you know I'm a freak." She begged Kadma.
"Hate you?" Kadma repeated incrdolously, "I could kiss you!" She exclaimed.
"Huh?" This definitely was not how Halinor expected her best friend to react.
Kadma tapped her chin thoughtfully. Halinor cocked her head.
"Hhhmmm. Now's probably as good a time as any." Kadma announced walking past a curious, and flabbergasted Halinor to the bedroom window. Outside the window was a window box. Perfect!
Kadma flexed her long fingers over the budding flowers, and concentrated on making them blossom.
Right before Halinor's eyes the flowers did blossom then grew, and grew, and grew, and gr-
"Kadma!" Halinor shrieked. Her eyes were wide in shock. She nudged Kadma.
"Uh oh!"
"Yeah uh oh," Halinor repeated with her hands on her hips, "Here I am trying to get up the courage to tell you about what I can do, and here you are doin magic yourself!"
"Really not the time for this conversation Hal!" Kadma snapped in response.
Suddenly the flowers stopped growing. The girls shared a sigh of relief then they turned on eah other.
"What the heck was that?" They asked one another simultaneously.
"What do ya mean?"
"I've been doing that for weeks now!"
"You too?"
Kadma held up her hands, telling Halinor to hold it.
"OK wait sooo how long have you been able tooo-"
"Since, like, right after Linny's birthday party. You?"
"Same."
Kadma and Halinor stared at each other for a beat before Halinor spoke up.
"It's never gotten out of control like that before."
"What hasn't?" Kadma asked.
"What I just did right then...you know-"
"Oh my god! I know right! Mine either." Kadma seconded.
"Really?" Halinor asked.
Kadma nodded slowly. "You realize this is unreal. Right?" She asked.
"Totally." Halinor agreed.
A knock on Halinor's room door made the girls jump. Halinor's older sister, Ella opened it.
"Sorry to interupt babes, but Kadma your rents are here for ya." She announced.
"Um thanks El."
Ella's long preppy ponytail bobbed as she left the room saying: "No problem."
Kadma, and Halinor returned their attention to each other.
"Soooo we'll talk about this later?" Halinor asked slowly.
"You really want to?" Kadma gave her towheaded friend a skeptical look.
"N-not really," Halinor answered, "But something wierd is happening to both of us. We need to I don't know talk it out." She concluded.
"Happening? It's already happened hasn't it?" Kadma said flatly. "We're best friends Hali; I know you're right. You're the rational one after all. We'll talk on the phone later I guess." Kadma gathered her pink bookbag.
"Of all the things we have in common we have to share this too?" Halinor said chuckling nervously.
"I know right," Kadma let out a nervous giggle of her own. "But we'll get through it together." The girls shared a tight hug.
Then Kadma made her way to the door. But Halinor stopped her.
"Wait! How are we going to tell the others?" She asked.
Um yes I am going to explain how Yan Lin came to be in America!