The Coven's Heir

Chapter 21

I stared at the Ashton's closed grimoire on my bed. Nerves of anxiousness consumed my body. I had glanced through the book before Eli and his father had come to interrogate us, but since Eli had left. His words had been ringing through my mind. They knew witches were here in Lullin, weather the killer itself was a witch I had no idea, but I knew I was one, Ashton was one, along with his parents, my grandma was a part of the magical bloodline even though she didn't have any powers, that would be enough evidence to hang her. A part of me started to doubt if learning more about my powers was a good idea. Yes, I needed to control them but to control them I needed to learn more magic which didn't really help me either. I continued to glare at the book daring myself to open it. I was at war with the inanimate object for a few more antagonizing minutes before I sighed giving in and slowly reached out towards it. It was just too tempting to resist. I knew learning magic wasn't a good idea but I also knew I would destroy myself from the inside out without it.

I creaked the book open and went to the page I was originally looking at before Sage had walked in. "Levitating" My eyes ran through the lines eagerly. I had been so consumed by my fear I had starved my curiosity. I had always wanted to learn more about our heritage about magic but my Grandmother would never allow it. She would give a general summary of our heritage and of our family but would brush over any other questions I may have had over the years.

The page was talking about the motions in which to move your hand in order to make something levitate. I looked around my eyes snagged on a small black feather on the balcony railing. I made my way to the glass doors. I had opened my balcony doors earlier to let some air in room as I was feeling suffocated after my conversation with Eli. His mention of a possible witness still lingered in the back of my mind. I wondered if he remembered anything. A part of me wished I was there with Eli helping him. I shook my head and focused all my energy onto the feather, so it was the only thing that mattered at that second.

I placed the grimoire gently on the railing leaving it open on the desired page. I took a breath. Looking at the feather I did what the book asked; I swished my right wrist to the left and then the right. I probably looked crazy from a spectator's perspective, like I was waving a long to enchanting melody that wasn't playing.

I swished my wrist thrice, and under my breath I whispered the incantation that had been patiently waiting on my tongue; "Volare". I held my breath in anticipation. At first nothing happened, I almost snapped out of my trance when I noticed the black feather slowly start to hover over the balcony. I would have thought it had been the wind but it wasn't moving it was just stuck in midair; frozen in place. I gently raised my hand over my head, and the feather followed along with it. A laugh bubbled through my lips. I did it. I actually did magic, and I had complete control over it. My smile took over my face I probably looked like some demented jokester you'd see in the streets closer to the towns core, but that thought just had more laughs slipping through.

Keeping my hand still, I lowered my head towards the book and flipped the page. "Incineration" I furrowed my brows as I scanned through the spell's description and movements.

A few moments later I was locked back in with the feather. I slowly lowered my hand and turned my palm up. I glared at the feather and with all my might I got the feather to follow my eyeline, until it had landed safely in the center of my palm. I released a breath I had caught, and started to pant a bit. Damn I should really learn how to breath while doing magic.

Having not broken eye contact yet with the feather, I muttered my second official spell that day; "Incendo". As soon as the spell left my lips, I felt the heat gather in the center of my hand. I felt it getting hotter until it spilled onto the feather igniting it in a red haze. I gasped. It was beautiful. I watched as the feather turned into ash in my ghostly pale hands. I stood there in disbelief. I did it. I actually did magic.