Damien's Novela

Chapter 2 (Edited)

Damien's pov

I woke up near dusk to voices yelling. I yawned and stretched my arms and legs. I undid the rope, grabbed my bag, jumped down. I sat by the the river and splashed my face. I wiped the water and sleepiness out of my eyes. A hand on my shoulder startled me enough to grab their arms and flip them into the river. I noticed it was one of the Madrigals'. I manipulated the water on them to pull them to the bank. It was Antonio's Tio Bruno. 

"So sorry. You spooked me for a second there. Are you okay Señor Bruno?"

"I'm okay. Quite the arm you have there kid."

"Thanks, I like to climb trees and swim. Do you need help walking? You have a bit of a limp there." 

"I'm afraid so. My ankle hit a sharp rock, so it hurts to put weight on it."

I slung my bag over my shoulder and took Bruno's arm over the other. I helped him walk to his home passing several members of his familia along the way. When we reached his home the house went crazy. Not the occupants inside, no. The house itself. 

The tiles were flapping and when we stepped inside. Bruno was whisked away on tiles to the kitchen and the floor tiles zoomed me upstair to the mass of golden swirls. I noticed the doorknob so I placed my hand on it. A gush of power flooded my veins and my likeness was now on the door surrounded by swirls and a unfamiliar staff. 

"Everyone in the Madrigal family gets a chance to get their very own door and gift."

I jumped and spun around to see Bruno nibbling on an arepa. Rats sat on his shoulders. 

"Welcome to the familia. Go on in."

I nodded, quite dumbly and opened the door. A majestic waterfall with beautiful plants and trees were the first to catch my eye. Then a beautiful cottage with an old, but loved rocking chair sat of the porch with a miss matched quilt on the back. I teared up and bolted I dropped my bag as I tripped running to the cottage. I burst through the door. 

"Mama! Are you here?!"

I go to her potion room, fully stocked; my potion room, almost fully stocked; the kitchen, empty; the library, filled with all of our favorite books; the bathroom, the pantry, empty; cleaning closet, empty; my room, just the way I left it, messy; and I reached her room. I walked inside. Her bed was gone, but her knitting needles, her yarn, a wrapped present, and a note were sitting on top of her favorite chair in her bed's place. I picked up the note and started reading.

<My sweet boy. My sweet Damien. If you're reading this, then this old coot is gone. I sorry to leave you all alone, but hey there's nothing I can do now. You are a fine young man now. When I found you all those years ago, I was skeptical of taking you in. My mother hated children and did away with me. So I vowed to be the best mother I could be to spite that Hag. And, it was the best decision I've ever made. You learned witch craft well and you make delicious food. I have no doubt you will do okay for yourself. Just because I'm gone doesn't mean I'm gone. I'm always with you. Also, don't start slacking off. I expect you to keep up on your studies to be an even more powerful Water Witch. Siempre estaré contigo, mi amado ángel. With love, Mama.>

I was crying heavily with a smile on my face. There was a photo of Mama with five year old me. She had light grey hair pined up on her head in a messy bun, a dark green dress with a light pink apron, squinted purple eyes with a pair of rectangle spectacles on her long nose, a small mole above her left eyebrow, and her long fingers covered in jeweled rings.

"We took this photo ten years, on my fifth birthday. We made a huge feast that day and had the neighboring covens come over. It was the best day of my life back then. To have people who loved me."