The hated witch

1. Ophelia's life

*Ophelia pov*

It was raining heavily outside, but it was cozy warm inside mine and my nana's small cottage in the very middle of the woods, as we cuddled together under thick blankets on the couch. They were colourful- so many different bright kind of colours where I slowely start to wonder why I am not blind yet. Don't get me wrong, nana knit them herself and I love them because they keep me so warm. But sometimes her choice of colour can be- let's say- quite interesting.

My nana and me live in this small wooden cottage in the far middle of the woods. It's perfect for us to use our magic, learn, do tricks, enough space to make our potions and enough space to grow our ingridients and plants.

As you have probably already guessed my nana and I are witches.

My nana is kind of like my teacher, since school for witches don't exist anymore. She teaches me every spell in the book, teaches me how to mix potions, use herbs and that sort of stuff.

You must be wondering because I said I was the only one witch right? Well I am not really.

I am just the only witch that is still using and practicing witch craft, as far as I know.

All the other witches all over the world stopped. And that because of one reason, and just one reason particular.

Because of the wolves.
Werewolves to be exact.

Yes you heard right, those filthy mutts who are human too. I hate these creatures with passion. Let me tell you the story.

200 years ago witches and wolves had the biggest war ever. It started with a small misunderstanding and turned out in a 100 year war between us two creatures. I just heard stories from it, but from these stories the war should've been really really bad.

Luckily since 100 years there is no war anymore, sadly it doesn't mean that between us is peace, neither that witches like me are allowed to live in peace.

Naturally witches are stronger with their spells and everything, so obviously in some sort of we overpower wolves, and they felt and still feel threatened.

Werewolves are naturally creatures who want power and to dominate, that's  their natural instinct. That is why witches aren't allowed to live if they still do witch craft. I bring myself and nana everyday in danger by practicing, but it is my destination, I actually want to become a wich. A fully tought one and my nana says I am on the best way. My last exam is soon and it is the biggest one.

The elders are going to come and say if you are now a full witch, through different stuff you need to do. You only recieve the title through the elders.

So we are living in the woods, deep inside of them where no wolf is ever going. Also we masked our witch scent with some potion me and my nana drink daily.

As I was saying witches overpower wolves with their spells and magic, but wolves do overpower us physically. So, to stay alive they said we should stop doing our 'magic thingy', how they call it, or they will come and kill us.

Obviously all the witches didn't want to start another war and were deeply afraid, so they all, and I mean all, decided to just....stop. Even my nana did.

But not me.

I will never stop doing witch craft, making potions and so on, because this it what makes me happy, even if it kills me someday.

A/N

I know this chapter is kinda short but it's just the beginning. After that there will be more written in one chapter.

Love y'all <3