The Chosen One •

6

I stared at the older lady as she scrubbed my body with an exfoliating scrub, making my already dark skin darker. Her weird and suspicious comments earlier still rang in my head but her soft humming made feel... at home.

The room that we are in is bigger than I thought. There are five rooms in here and if they are all this size, I can only imagine what all the closed shops look like. The room has two massage beds, a waterfall shower, and a sink area. I've never been anywhere this nice before. Hell, I've never gotten a massage before. I'm just glad that I didn't have to be naked for this. She gave me white two piece that felt very soft on my skin.

When she got to my shoulders, Mrs. Black, stopped humming and smiled at me. "You look just like him,"

"Huh?" I tried to sit up but she wouldn't let me. With a soft chuckle she gently pushed me back down to lay on my back.

"Your adopted parents did very well with hiding your scent. What gift do you have?"

My eyes widened in fear at her words. If she could smell me who else could? Wait... why is she asking so much questions and how does she know so much. It's as if she sensed my fear and she deeply sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I would never hurt you and don't worry no one else can scent you," Her eyes looked sad. I can't tell how old she is by how youthful her face looks. Her chocolate brown skin held a glow to it, her face has a few wrinkles but they weren't deep and her eyes still held a gleam in them, like a young child in the summertime. Her natural hair flowed around her as a scarf wrapped around the perimeter of her head. She's beautiful.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. What do I say? 'Yeah, i have many gifts and how do you know I'm adopted?' I didn't want to hear the answers. I would rather not know than to know something that would disrupt my life.

"Adageyudi, you don't need to be scared of me. Time to turn over," She softly spoke.

"What'd you just call me?" I asked as I followed her instructions to flip my body. Now laying on my stomach, I couldn't see her face. Normally a situation like this would cause me to run away but a tugging in my heart wouldn't let me.

"I'll tell you when you stop being scared of me. Do you sense yourself in danger?" Her hands rubbed my back with the scrub.

"No,"

"Good. Because I would never harm you. Always follow your gut, okay?"

"Okay," I don't know why I answered her but it felt like I had to. Like when my mom would correct me when I was younger.

"What gift do you have? Or do you not have one?"

"Telepathy," I whispered.

She didn't answer me. Instead, she helped me sit up then walked over to the shower and turned it on. As she walked over to me, I felt a pull deep inside of me wanting to come out and be embraced by her. As she stood in front of me, she tapped her head.

My eyebrows raised. "You want me t-to..?"

"Yes. I have something to tell you but I need you to see it and not just hear it. Or you'll think I'm crazy," She softly smiled.

"What if I already think you're crazy," I smiled back at her and she laughed, tears welling up in her eyes. She nudged my hands with the tears now falling.

I looked around the room before turning back to her. With a deep sigh, I lifted my fingers to her head and closed my eyes. I normally don't need to use my hands, but that would require more magic and it would be likely that my spell to conceal my scent would break. My mom hasn't come up with a stronger spell and potion to conceal my magic. We even visited my dads old coven in Cuba and they tried but said my magic is too strong, the only way is the not doing any magic or very little while under the spell and ingest the potion.