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Even before he started practicing the craft, Devon was really good at one thing, one thing that had magnified immeasurably when he started to practice. He could feel energy, bloodlines and powers and potency, it was effortless to him. He could divine with the best of them, or so he guessed. As a hedge witch, he could only guess what others could do.

With this sensory powers moving to Forks was an odd thing. He sensed so many things in the potent earth, and it called to him. One being in particular called to him, and so the moment he found his new house ( He used magic to compel a judge into emancipating him) he left to follow the magic. It was a strange thing, following the magic, the hum in the air.

To his shock, he was at his new school when he found the energy. It was filling the air for hours before he found it, during Calculus. It was a girl, pretty with the most lovely brown eyes and aura of sadness. She had a dead expression, like she had been sapped of all her light and life. It was heartbreaking to taste that agony in her aura, which was miles thicker than most.

It was only when they were let out, five minutes earlier than scheduled, that he tapped on her shoulder. "Miss?" The girl turned to him, eyes soft and void of hope. "I have a question to ask you..." They moved together, out of the classroom and toward the hall. "Are you a witch?" He whispered, softly. At her wide eyes, he hurried. "I can feel potent magic in you, it's strong and vast, but I have never met another witch before..." He bit his lip, hoping she would not freak out.

She looked both ways. "I don't think so, but I haven't met a witch before. Vampires yes, but not witches." Her tone was pained, so much so that he almost blacked out from just the periphery of it.

He offered her a beaming grin. "I think you've got the right aura for the craft, if you want to learn."

To his shock, she nodded, light finally returning to her eyes. "Sure... I... I think I would like that."

"It can be used to siphon whatever is making you so sad. In fact..." He grabbed her arm and pulled mystically, taking away from her the agony that lingered around her. Only the edge of her pain entered his soul, but it was enough to help her and bring a smile to her face.

"How?"

"It's my gift, we all have one. I think yours is already active, whatever it is it really is potent."

She sighed. "I can... a vampire I knew, he could read minds. He could never read mine...'

"That... Shields are beyond rare!" He almost yelled, barely containing himself. "That is amazing... anyway, my name is Devon. Yours?"

She smiled, a real smile. "Bella Swan."

"Well, do you wanna hang out after school, work on the craft?"

"I think that would be amazing... " Sensing her sadness and loss, he hugged her, and she tightened around him with a lot of warmth. "You make me feel more than I have in months... I ... thank you."

He pulled back, frowning a touch. "Witches can bond, creating a coven. It can be intentional or not, we are both lonely, so I think we are passively forming a coven even now. I can feel our magics reaching out." He reached up, and felt the magnetic pull of her magic. "We cannot lie to each other, we cannot harm each other. I know you were hurt, I won't hurt you... we will be good for each other, kay?"

Bella's smile was radiant. "I would love that. Do you drive?"

"No, I walk."

"Find me after school, we can work on the craft together."

And just like that, a coven was born, solidified in loneliness and loss...


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

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Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.