Twice Told

...-Celestial Beings-...

Am I okay? Or am I just as crazy as everyone says?

To go back to that place. months later. To see if she's okay. That's not crazy, right?  After the banishment spell and curse were done, I went back to school. Dealt with everything else. Then when I had lunch. I left and went to that city.

I fell into my habits again. Hurting myself, drinking, smoking. Thinking why I did that to her, she was innocent. I think I know it seems bad for her to commit an act of treason. To get banned by spirits and your coven is the worst thing that could happen to a witch. To know that you failed.

All because of one stupid act that anyone could commit. But the fact that  I'm now the only way that we keep in contact. I feel every time that a Celestia dies, they pass through me. I feel all of their pain, I know how they died.  I know that witches are not the only celestial and or magical beings still around to this day.

Vampires, Werewolves, of course, Witches, Gods, Goddesses, and so much more. You just have to know how to recognize one. Vampires, by choice of rings, Werewolves by the mark of a tattoo, Witches by our aesthetic, Gods and Goddesses by their favorite color. 

And me, you can tell what I am by all of those things. Because I am all of them. The strongest being of them all. The Anchor. The one person who will either save or destroy the entire Astral Plane of our existence.

And the existence of all humans that I stand to protect.  

 Being a celestial is like magic, you know what could happen, what does happen, and you don't age. I've been 14 for 98 years. And I still look perfect. Same as I did when I first turned 14. The only things that changed were my personality, clothes, sense of style, and humor. 

It gets complicated though, being in different families every time I am said to die, transforming from a child to a kid to a teen then to adult and ¨Dying¨. In my case, I've never died before. Lying in a coffin alone, pretending to be dead, when I'm just bored. It usually takes like 70 ish years for everyone that I know to pass away. Normally, I don't have to wait that long.

Once, I even called someone a name of a person I knew decades ago, who had passed. Aubry Valentine of the Valentine Wolves. My best friend. I see her, in myself. We, witches, are born to be in the middle of all celestial things. 

The death of a wolf, to her pack, is everything. To others not so much, The Valentine Wolves are the top tier of wolf kind the strongest fastest, and second most deadly. And I had one as my best friend. Someone who cared for me.

But she's gone now. Nothing can fix that.