Midnight's Magic

Prologue

They say she is cursed. An old town rumor, that all think to be true. And maybe it is. Maybe the abilities or 'skills' as Irene likes to call them, have been passed on from her 5th-great-grandmother, who had been burned alive centuries ago.

The mayor of Oakwill had never been keen on the 'witches' ability to make the perfect tea for every single one of it's residents, just by looking them into the eyes. It scared them, how they needn't say a word for her to sense what they truly wanted. What they needed. Who they were. But couldn't resist to pay the gifted woman a visit anyway. One's she didn't even know for more than a split second could receive a perfectly brewed good that tasted like heaven and hell at the same time. Not one wanted to admit it, but everyone enjoyed the drink with every cell of their body, even though it may be the most forbidden thing. Why would Oakwill want to lose such a talented person, that might be the only thing that the small village could ever be proud to call it's own? Why would they want to lose someone who could bring back the joy of a lost childhood, that some may never have had. It's as simple as anything used to be, back when magic started to spread. Witches must be burned. And on the day that Irene's 4th-great-grandfather had been welcomed in the cold light of life, his mother went victim to the hungry flames of a fire that never needed to be lit, leaving him to the only being that could be trusted with keeping the inheritor of a family secret safe. A creature which had only been seen by an old man who lived in the mountains. He said it had been a three eyed cat, hovering above the rocky ground, it's tail swinging side by side in the wind, watching him as he stared in disbelief. It must have escaped into far away fields as he got distracted for only a second. The residents of Oakwill may have not believed him at the time, as he was a lonely man, who could easily become delusional by the cold and dry air of his small nest. But now, as the witch had burned to her bones, the howl of an angry cat could be heard throughout the streets of a once so calm town.

Years later, a tea shop had been opened in an alleyway that had seen so much pain. An owner with a familiar face that knew the place well enough to finally make a difference. Creating a cozy place to relax and keep the worries away from the mind, leaving them outside in the rain. A place with the smell of cinnamon and freshly plucked mint. It was such a contrast to the hatred that the passing people of the once abandoned building used to feel. Time may be something worth to pass slowly. People don't change in a matter of days, in fact, they take centuries to do so. But a human being couldn't even comprehend that fast of a change in their own being.

The rusty key to this small escape, that has gone through so many hands,won't stop to serve it's purpose just yet. There's generations of children with the same ability to come. To make the perfect tea for all of the shop's customers, or... guests,friends,old acquaintances,as more welcoming words for the calamity seeking souls. And even though none of them will be able to stay forever, they'll make sure that history won't repeat itself for as long as they can.