Conventry

Prolouge

Prologue

When people ask me how long I've known how I've been different from the other kids in the area, I never know how to answer them.

There are so many instances, but I feel like I've always known.

Should I say when I turned 5 and we had a funeral for my mother, she had been gone for 3 years, my father had her declared dead, even without her body. I didn't believe she was dead, even at 5, I feel like I would have felt, would have known.

Should I say when we had to move after I exposed my magicks and set the kitchen on fire in front of a group of people when I was 7? It was an important dinner for my father, he just got a promotion and was trying to impress the new boss. People thought I was acting out because his girlfriend was the boss's daughter but it wasn't that at all.

Should I say when my father abandoned me at 13 at private school because neither he nor his new wife knew how to deal with me and what was happening to me?

One of my earliest memories just before the last time I saw my mother, was my mother sitting me down to talk. She told me she loved me so much, but she had so much work to do and wasn't able to take me with her because of the danger. but she protected me. She gave me a bracelet, told me as long as I wore it, I would be shielded from the bad guys. She asked me if anyone gave me messages, to pass them on to their loved ones as they asked. She said to always carry around a journal, so I could write them down and get as much information as possible. She could see those that have passed on to the other side, and I could too. I didn't completely understand how it worked at the time, but I listened to her.

She always told me I was so special, so much more than she was. I was destined for greatness.

It wasn't until I got dumped off at private school, and found my way back to my grandmother's house that I really understood the complete extent of what I was becoming. I had only met her a few times, but we always got along well. I knew she loved me. And we got along great after I met her again, but that's a story in itself.

I have learned so much from her. She reminded me of the things my mom used to tell me, explained her work and continued my education in the craft.

I am a witch. One with special powers. Not the broom riding, hat wearing, hook-nosed hags that are represented in the common culture. A real spell casting, potion making, tarot card reading witch.

Our family is from a town named Coventry. It is a place where Magicks exist. A place where we don't have to hide from people who would persecute us for our gifts. we can practice our craft, minding the Rede "Harm no one, do what ye will."

Of course, there is good and bad in all worlds, and what my Grams and I uncover....