The Trial

Chapter 6

"Well now that he's fine and in good hands, you can leave." I tell Grayson nearly begging him to go away. The puzzle that he is gives me headaches. Including the way he smirks at me like he is doing now annoys me. Grayson is the boy that every girl needs to stay away from. He's good looking, smart, and extremely arrogant.

"Nah, I think I'll stay," when I glare at him he gives me a grin that is all teeth. Rolling my eyes I quite trying to get out the stains with a sigh. I'll just buy a new rug. Grayson clears his throat,

"So, do you have any questions?" He asks as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees giving me his full attention. His eyes are like stone as I think his offer over. Every moment I've spent with him never start out great. I almost died, he tells me I'm a magical being, I almost die again, and Will nearly bled to death. But it's after all the chaos that is interesting. He let me walk around freely not making me feel kidnapped, despite his idea of me hurting Beowulf he did stand up for me, and Will would be dead right now if it wasn't for him. Mr. White's words play through my head and without another thought I sigh out a question,

"How am I a witch?"

He looks at me for a moment without speaking or moving, then he looks down to his hands, "It's a gene passed through your blood. So your mother or father must have it also."

I take in a breathe thinking about my parents. They are such loving people that this information doesn't seem true. My parents would never hold that information from me.

"No, there has to be another reason. My parents are not magical," Grayson looks up at me with raised eyebrows, "Besides, they would have told me information as important as my biology."

"Has there ever been anything odd or unordinary that happened?" He asks watching me think it over before adding, "Anything important that they brushed off for no reason?"

"No, never, they were great parents," a small smile graces my lips, "They tried to give me everything I wanted and when they couldn't afford it they would apologize nonstop for hours. In the end I was just happy knowing that they tried." I don't know if it's the lack of sleep or if its the way I miss their voices, but for some reason I feel like telling Grayson about my parents.

"How did you afford college and an apartment, then?" He asks me genuinely curious, "If you don't mind me asking." I'm caught off guard as I look into his hazel eyes. The orbs swirl with wonder threatening to drag me into another world that I never thought could exist. As we look at each other I swear I saw the corner of his mouth turn upwards, but I might have imagined it.

"I got a full ride scholarship." His eyebrows raise from being scrunched in confusion, "We used the money they had saved for my college tuition to buy this apartment." He only nods so I ask my next question forgetting about the moment I looked too far into his eyes,

"Why did you and your neighborhood try to have me killed?" The feeling in the room automatically changes as Grayson and I begin to stare at each other with secrets written in our eyes. From his hesitation I can tell that his answer won't be good. But I have to know. He takes in a deep breathe and leans back in the love seat,

"There is this 'set up' that we have here where if we find that someone has potential then we have to test their abilities." The memory of him telling me about my 'abilities' outside of the hospital house comes to mind, "It started a long time ago when one member of each supernatural race came together to start a group devoted to finding others like them. They all new that when...influenced the supernatural abilities of a person will show or come forth. What they did was call themselves The Beginniners and tested possible people by performing what they called The Trial. Centuries later it is a tradition that is performed every day."