Watchtower

Chp 6

After searching for a few more hours and finding nothing I decided to read, but not for research. I grabbed one of my newer books, 'Permanent Witches Enchantments', and flipped it open to the table of contents, searching for something to catch my interest. My eyes zeroed in on chapter forty-seven, The Watchtower and I froze.

Of course after hours of searching relentlessly the moment I'm. It looking for something, I find it.

I huffed aloud and quickly flipped to the correct page, eager to learn about the building my friends and I have called home.

The Watchtower is just as it sounds, a watch tower, BUT with very unexpected twist. In 1256 B.C. a woman by the name of Cecilia Stark was accused of being a witch, and therefore was cast from her village. The woman, having no home and no living relatives, went out in search for a place to call her own, with all the requirements and wishes she could ever ask for.
After searching religiously and finding absolutely nothing the woman was about to give up hope, when she stumbled upon a cottage which -unbeknownst to her- belonged to an actual witch. Cecilia made sure to request entry, and when granted, the witch pitied the woman and offered her something no one else could; training. Back then you could've been born or made a witch, all it took was the training.

Cecilia eagerly agreed and witching a few months she was astounding. As if she was born a witch and had trained her whole life. The witch she'd befriended and gone ill, and told Cecilia to find a home of her own where she could save those losing hope in themselves. This brought forth the legend of The Watchtower. [See 'A Witches Guide to Legends']

It is believed Cecilia had found an abandoned watchtower and turned it into her very own home, with a mind of its own. It's said to aid anyone losing hope and needing shelter from society, just as Cecilia had needed. The Watchtower was enchanted to have anything and everything the person (or peoples) could need or want, even if they never speak it.

"That explains a lot.." I muttered
"What does?" Griff's voice questioned from the door, making me jump.
"Gosh, don't sneak up like that." I demanded, closing the book and sighing.
"Sorry. But what is it that you're reading?"
"A book I found on witches enchantments. It's funny, the watchtower is supposedly one of them and it's enchanted to have everything someone could ever need or want."

"You're right. It does explain a lot. Like how you found the book that mentioned Damian, and how it was fully equipped with food and clothes and well everything." I nodded in agreement as he came closer.
"It mentioned some sort of legend, I was going to look into that. Wanna help?"
"Why not?" He shrugged his shoulders and plopped down in the chair beside me as I started sifting through the pile of books.

"I'm pretty sure I saw it around here somewhere." I mumbled, mostly to myself.
"What's it called?" Griff asked, leaning over to help me look.
"'A Witches Guide to Legends'." He nodded and we looked for a few minutes before Griff turned to me, a deep green hardback in his hands.
"Found it."
"Great." We sat back down in our chairs and got comfortable, the book open over the arms of the seats to ensure we could both read it. I allowed Griff to flip to the correct page before we silently agreed to read it separately, for the sake of not embarrassing the other. Mostly me, as I had a tendency to stumble over my words when I read aloud.

The Legend of The Watchtower:

A long time ago a witch enchanted a forgotten building; The Watchtower. (See 'Permanent Witches Enchantments'.) at first, this was just a home for the witch, but as she grew older she wanted it to be a safe haven for anyone who would need it. As such, she enchanted it to always be equipped with anything a person who decided to live there could need.

It was recorded, shortly after the witches death, a group of four would stumble upon the tower and make it their home until they died. At first, this was seen as a coincidence. Until it reoccurred, 2,000 years later. And again, 2,000 years after the death of the next group. We are unsure if this is the witches doing, or the Watchtower itself, but whatever the case it has yet to be proved anything less than a true legend.

Not much else is known, but research is done every day and further could possibly be explained by calling this number: (***)***-****.
If you have any information regarding this, or any other subject, please contact the aforementioned number and we would be happy to help with anything we can.

Under the entry was an address for mailing purposes, but that was it. I scowled and shut the book, my anger practically pouring from my body.
"Relax Cal. It gave us more information than we had, plus if they don't have a lot of information since it's been 2,000 years since the last group we can talk to them. Isn't it worth a shot?" Griff asked gently, trying to calm me down. He knew better than anyone that when I'm irritated, everyone's irritated.
"I guess." I grumbled, setting my stack of books on a table.

"Why don't you call and see if they have any more information, and if they don't, we can go from there." He suggested, pulling me up from my seat and pressing a small kiss to my temple.
"Fine. But I'll need to go into town and get a phone or at least use a pay phone."
"Well, in case something goes wrong, we don't want people to instantly know who it was who called. A pay phone would work better."

I nodded, grabbed his hoodie from the back of my chair and made my way outside, the fresh ocean air blowing my hair away from my face and stinging my eyes as I gasped at the 'pay phone' attached to the building.
"Now I know that wasn't there earlier." I muttered, making my way over to it.
I slipped in a few quarters and put in the number I'd memorized easily, waiting impatiently as it rung.

"Hello?" An older man's voice reached my ears and I tugged lightly at the end of my hair.
"Um, hi. I read about the legend, well what I had of it, and I was wondering if there was anything else the book left out? Maybe you found something else and weren't able to add it." I rolled my eyes at how stupid I sounded, but the man chuckled softly.

"We were able to find out that the tower an move itself to a different location to better suit the persons needs, but other than that honestly all we have is the group of four ended up practically raising another group of four that were very intelligent and powerful. Sorry if it didn't help much."
"No it's ok, thank you for you're time. Have a good day sir."
"You as well miss."

A/N I wrote up chapter 5 like yesterday or a few days ago but apparently I didn't put it all on Wattpad, it was just a draft. Oof. But that's okkkkkk I fixed it. And updated both The Watchtower and Running Free two hours after my very stressful eight hour day at work. I hope it's alright, I'm exhausted. I gotta get up at 5:30 in the morning byeeeee