Soul Master

1. Amèlie

(I am gradually going to upload narrated chapters on YT for those who prefer to listen than to read, however it is me reading the story, apologies in advance for stumbling over words etc, as I am a terrible reader when it comes to reading aloud. I have used a voice over to help aid this issue, I am also not good at putting on character voices, imagination is definitely key here lolz. The subtitles are auto generated and may have errors in pronunciation of names, words and sentences.)

My name is Amèlie, you may have heard about me from my mother's story. You might have been led to believe that I'm some supernatural kid now stuck in a dead witches body, or to be exact, an 8 year old stuck in the body of a young adult with the ability to tap into a witch's 190 year old soul.

Well you would be right, sort of. I mean, that is what happened, that's how my mother's story concluded.

But I am Amèlie, (or Amii, to Asha) and this is my story now, we are not the same. So what happened after my mother's story? Let me fill you in quickly.

After a couple of weeks of being a young adult with creepy looking eyes and too much responsibilities, between juggling a dark spirit and my best friend like a pro to stop them killing each other, I forfeited my contract on Blitzen back to my mum until I was actually old enough to deal with him. And having been the one that technically created Asha from my imagination, well I just forced him to shift back into a wolf puppy. I mean, who doesn't want to play fetch with a fluffy ball of cuteness at the age of 8 right? Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that part, after having corrected these two spontaneous choices I made while having a power trip upon my return from the realm between, I got my mum to help find a way to correct what had happened to my body. Or rather... the witch's body which I now possessed. So rather than have an eight year old roaming around with a banging figure and sex appeal with no understanding of being an adult, we did this awesome thing with a giant teapot, added a few unmentionables and a bit of salt and pepper, then bish, bash, bosh! I collapsed and somewhere between me being unconscious for a week I had been reformed, reshaped, and relieved.

I woke up in a form suitable to my age, and I could still go around believing I would go to Neverland one day with my Red Riding Hood inspired wolf after all. Yay!

What didn't change was that inside me the witch whose body and soul I had commandeered still lurked, knowing things no eight year old rightly should know, making science an interesting subject in school that often had Mother Dearest turning into 'Mother of God I'm sorry! I was banned from chemistry.'

Since waking from my week long life altering state I never seen Blitzen, I guess mum must have shooed him away with magic of her own, which was a shame because even back then I had questions to ask about him and Penteluck, and if I remember rightly he was pretty good at board games.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm no longer a child. Yeah. I grew up, I neither got my invite to Neverland, or my letter from Hogwarts. Not that I needed to go to a school of witches and wizards anyway, Aphador really put me off that idea when she tried to kill me and turn me into a snake thing, if she was from their world she was definitely a Slytherin.

Today is my birthday, my official seventeenth birthday. Its been 9 years since my mother kidnapped me back from some adopted family, and what irked me most about this was at the time I went missing from them, they didn't even come looking for me. Not even a missing poster was put out, nine years that have came and passed with me learning how to come to terms with who I am and what I can do, and I'm still utterly clueless because apart from small pranks and party tricks, my abilities were locked away under a spell. I mean if I wasn't clueless, I couldn't have blown up the science lab trying to cast a spell on the ginger kid in front of me, who at the time snorted up phlegm and swallowed it like it was a new ice cream flavour. I was just trying to help, I didn't know ginger people were susceptible to catching fire. The good news is he stopped coughing up phlegm, the bad news is, the kid was now permanently bald and terrified of being within six feet of me.

Asha who had witnessed it all in the back row with his "cool friends" couldn't have laughed any louder when the spell fucked up. It wasn't often for him to shape shift, but when I hit twelve years old, my mum and Penteluck both decided he should be allowed to attend school too, and sought out a way to alter his side of the spell to allow him to take up human form during school hours, and all hours of the weekend, in which he often went out to awesome house parties and left me behind. He chose to keep a distance from me just like almost all the other kids, while keeping a protective glance from the shadows, or the back row of my class in some cases, which was nice I guess. Except for the times when I wished he wouldn't. Like when boys tried approaching me, he'd always scare them off. (Just wait you'll see, I promise.) Mum and Penteluck would always praise him for it too.

Penteluck is a spirit, or was, I'm not really sure what he is now. When I first met him he was Mum's spirit slave but she doesn't like calling him that, even though that's what he was. She had summoned him to rescue her from some torture prison for people who were "gifted," got trapped in a situation with his past, and had to kill a witch to release the summons. In the time it took them to do that and find me (with the help of Blitzen.) They fell in love. Pfft. Not sure how that worked, I feel there was dodgy magic at play but they seem happy, and Penteluck had stepped up to play the role of a doting goof ball dad.

Today is the day Mother Dearest has been both dreading and excited about.

She wants me home by 5pm because she is worried all the spell binding on me will just poof! And disappear, leaving me looking like an old hag or how I looked back on that day, and since it is magic were dealing with. She could be right, you just never know.

I however, am super excited and my eagerness was making me twitchy as though I had drank to much soda. Today is the day that I get Blitzen's contract. I'm almost certain I haven't seen him since I fell unconscious that day, and it's also the day Asha no longer has to remain in his wolf form most hours of the day, which means I can talk to him finally, since he seemed to shun me in school. He will also has his magic returned to him. So basically all the magic that was put in place after I obtained this body was vowed to be released and revoked on my 17th birthday. It was when my mum had decided I'd have enough sense to make the right choices, I think she regrets not making it an indefinite spell. I can't say I blame her, while I admired her faith in my ability to mature, it was only two days ago I nearly set the house on fire trying to make pizza, and only two weeks ago since I accidentally trapped a spirit in a jar of coffee and when Penteluck finally opened the jar yesterday, he was on the receiving end of a spirit full rage and probably a spike in caffeine too, given how empty the jar had become.

Today though, all my abilities and senses including all of Aphador's knowledge will return to me, after I blow out the candles on my cake. Hopefully.

Well now that we have caught up, it's time to begin my story. There will be violence, there will be treachery, and maybe if I'm lucky I'll make a decent pizza.