A mother's love is a witch's curse

Chapter 1

"You weren't on the red couch, were you"? I asked Felix with a grave look in my eyes. He didn't look up at me, he was playing some game on his phone.

"Yeah,why"? I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut as I mutter curses under my breath.

" What did I tell you about touching things in my work space? Everything in there is and/or was cursed. I'm still not entirely sure of what evils lurked in that couch"! I was in a panic, that couch was bad news. I had been reading up on its history only to find it played a hand in several severe injuries and several hundred deaths. I am a shamin and a witch, I cleanse haunted or cursed objects. I'm beginning to think it's a bad idea to bring my work home. I don't bring it into my actual house, my work shop is actually located 6ft below my house. All the walls, ceiling, and floor are made of purified, cured limestone to keep at least the level 4 spirits from getting loose.

Believe it or not I am also the mother of a rebellious and mischievous 16 year old boy. I sigh heavily as I look at him, I'm convinced he blames me for his powers. When your as young as him a witches powers alone can be a little difficult to handle let alone that of a dragon. His father is a pure bred dragon, proud and strong, and he'd be so proud of how much our boy has grown. We live in a world where mythical creatures and humans coexist. Unfortunately, coexisting and getting along are two different matters and I wouldn't be surprised if high school was a personal hell for him but he handles it so well. Physically, he takes after his father and his father would argue that he gets his temperament from me.

Felix stands tall at 6 foot 1 enough muscle to justify his height, hair dark as as midnight, pearly white razor sharp teeth, emerald green eyes of mine with slits for pupils. His nose round and cute like a button, his wings are as long as he is tall, and patches of scales that cover him the same way freckles cover a human. Where the world sees a monster or an abomination, I see the adorable, bouncing baby boy I gave birth to a decade and a half ago.

"I cleansed that couch along with myself ages ago. The hole in it is from when the spirit tried to escape but I caught it and it's in the machine burned and scanned already". He looks at me and I can see that he's feeling a little drained. I gave a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, but I still want you to burn some sage when you go to bed tonight". I instruct sternly. I didn't want to take any chances impressed as I am that he took care of it himself.

"Yes, ma'am". He rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, you need to get you to school". I kiss his forehead and hand him his breakfast so we can head out. I drop him off with a quick "I love you" and right before he closes the car door I sent a sprite after him to watch over him. At first, I did it when I suspected he might be going through something worse than he let on and I was proven right when my little informatant told me about the events of that day. I put an enchantment on that same sprite the a few weeks later  that allowed me to project what it saw to a jury one day and they labeled my evidence as being "insufficient". Even went as far to say that it was an invasion of privacy of the staff and students of the school. Which was just another excuse, another way of saying they don't trust me or my magic. I give a frustrated groan as I pullout of the school parking lot. I promised his dad (and myself) that I'd keep him safe no matter what. It's a promise I intend to keep, no matter what cost.