Year: 1664
Current age: 13
Alistair's Point Of View.
This sucks. We're moving, again. But, this time it was to London, home. One thing is holding my father from coming back there. My mother.
My mother, was a normal human. Well, it was how we thought she was. After i was born my mother healed herself. My father thought it was a miracle from God. And when i was 2 he found out my mother was a witch.
So, yes! I'm half a witch. My father was a religious man. His job was to hunt the creator of devil. Such as vampires, werewolves, and witches.
I was looking around our new house in London. The weather wasn't really friendly. It was cold and wet. Unlike Istanbul. I used to live in Istanbul because father is half Turkish.
The noticed that our house was near the woods. There was another house. I sighed. I'm not used to neighbours.
"Father! I will go out for a walk" i walked out the house without waiting for an answer.
I walked through the woods. But i didn't got too far, i didn't want to get lost and get father another heart attack. I laughed at the memory of my father. And how protective of me he is.
I suddenly felt something, like if someone is watching me. i didn't know what happened. All i remember was running as fast as i can. Until i crashed into something. Someone actually.
"i'm really sorry." I said without looking. I stood and looked at the person i crashed to. My father.
"God! You were about to kill me." i half yelled at him.
"what are you doing here?" he was angry. My mind started wondering what have i done.
"i told you i'm here for a walk" i couldn't look him straight in the eye. I swear when he looks at your eyes he can tell whatever you were doing. It's like he can read your mind through them.
He sighed. "fine. Let's go home it's almost dark." I nodded. And we started walking home in silence it was kinda creepy. I really wish i can meet this girl in my dreams soon. really soon.
A/N: sorry, i know this chapter is short. but i will try to update it soon. thank you for reading.
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