Shadows of the Night C8; Suspicions

I couldn't figure out what Willow had meant. It just didn't make sense to my now non-comprehensive brain whatsoever. She didn't belong? What the hell did she mean by that? It only made sense in one way; she really didn't seem to fit in, just like what I've thought of her since the day we met. And from that first dream. And it's always been the same one too.

I had been thinking all this while lying in bed. That night I had walked Willow home, we said goodnight, and I headed home preparing to crash because I was so tired. Yet here I am, wide awake. I hopped out of my bed, springing to my feet while pulling on my tee-shirt from earlier. All the while thinking of Willow, and where I was going to walk to.

I didn't need my window to sneak out tonight for my parents were out of town on a business trip for a few days. I slipped on my shoes and started down the stairs. I slung my school bag over my shoulder in case I didn't return home that night. Grabbing my keys I headed out the door.

I arrived at Willows' and I secret hangout spot, with the feeling she would be there. My heart began to race and tried to thump out my chest at the thought of seeing her face again. Even though I just did hours before.

"How did I know you were here?" I said out loud when I came up to Willow's small silhouette.

She jumped.

Willow never jumps.

"What're you doing here Nate?"

"Couldn't sleep. What about you?" I questioned her.

"Same." She paused. "It's weird that you scared me. No one has ever been able to before."

"I was just thinking that." I chuckled softly. I sat down next to her, waiting for her to talk. She looked over at me, then in surprise she almost yelled;

"Wait, you could sense me here?"

"Yeah, why, is that bad?" I looked at her worried.

"Wow, it worked!"

"What worked?"

"Uh, nothing. Don't worry about it." We sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally Willow said; "I will be right back." And took off at a dead run down the beach. I shrugged and sat down again in the soft white sand for I have stood up to see where she went. No such luck. Willow always let me look to see what books she had in her bag so I took it out of its place next to me and looked inside.

I dumped the old carrying bag of its contents and began to look at the book titles. All the books were bound in leather, and in scripted in an ancient writing which I recognized to be Latin. And they all said one word;

Spells.

I was shocked. Could this really be true? Was Willow a witch? Did that mean my dreams could be really real? In sat there for minutes weighing all the possibilities. And for some odd reason, I believed everything. It all made sense.

All the sudden a voice echoed through my head. And it sounded very much like Willow.

Things are possible if you believe. Things are not what they seem no matter the where you go…