Unwanted

Chapter 17

Accepting. Being told how something is suppose to be, is easy. Accepting is what's hard. Sometimes, people never accept the truth, they only deny it.

Chapter 17

Recap:

"Jared,  tell me everything or leave." I stated, while crossing my arms over my chest. I didn't want to hear anymore bullshit.

With his lips pursued in a thin line, he whispered, "I am a warlock." He was a warlock? As in a witch? So they are real? I wasn't dreaming? "But I'm also a werewolf." He finished.

I woke up panting. Gripping my shirt where my heart felt like it was beating a mile minute, I couldn't catch my breath.  The dream.....it felt so real. Did I dream it all?

Obviously stupid, I thought. Jared couldn't be anything, he's just a ordinary stupid asshole jerk teenager.

But my dad...or his ghost...he was real, or as real as he can get I suppose. I wonder why he spoke to me now, in his ghost form. I touched the necklace that was around my neck. He said whenever I was in danger or needed him, to touch the blue stone and to think of him... Why would my dad tell me to ask the boy across the street if he knew anything?

I didn't even care anymore. I needed to figure out more about my family without getting distracted by Jared. He was no good for me. None what so ever.

I didn't know where to start. Maybe the attic again? After all that's where I found the necklace.

Who even killed my father? Why? Did they really have to take a mans live all for power? What kind of person does that?

I needed more answers. With that in mind, my fingers found the necklace again and touched the blue stone in the middle. Closing my eyes, I started thinking about dad.

"My dear child, I'm not even really allowed to be down here, Zeus is only allowing this because he knows your confused." My dad said.

Looking at his ghost, there was still the blue light surrounding him, but other than that, he had my eyes, blue, like a crystal. His hair was also brown, just like mine. But the difference between us is what is in the eyes. Unlike mine, his don't look broken, they look sweet and warm. Like he wouldn't harm a fly.

"Dad I need more answers." I said in a rush.

"My dear, all will be answered in due time. You just have to be patient." He said calmly.

"Patient?! I've been patient for eight years! Eight years dad! That's a long time to not even know what happened to you! Mom doesn't talk about anything!" Patient?! Is he for real!?

I was done not knowing everything. I needed to know.

"Why are you back know?" I whispered, the question I'd been dreading to ask.

His eyes widened. Like he knew exactly what I was implying.

He looked at me before replying. "Honey I think you already know, you are a very smart girl."

I sucked in a breath before breaking the silence that hung in the air after he said that. "My-um-my powers? You said before that you blocked them? Are they still blocked?" I asked, looking curiously at him, awaiting an answer.

My father smiled. But it looked more like a sad smile. "I'm afraid not Nikky, the spell I used long ago is wearing off, because you are getting stronger. Did you ever wonder why you never had to go to a doctor when- s-she- did those things to you?" I thought about his question for some time. I always healed so fast that I never had to go to a doctor. Its not like the wounds healed over night, but they always healed before I even thought about going to see a doctor. He must have seen the question in my eyes because he continued. "I didn't think so. Its because since you are a descendant of Merlin, you have a sort of healing ability. You heal faster than most. But with healing faster, meant your powers were growing stronger by the day. The power inside of you is surfacing, and fast. Faster than I've ever seen. But once they surface fully, you may have absolutely no control over them." He finished.

I stood there frozen the whole time he was explaining all of this to me. What would I do if my powers surface soon? I would be out of control? I could hurt people....

"How do other witches do it dad? I mean, how do other witches control it?" I asked, fearful.

He looked at the other side of the room for a moment before turning back to me.

"They are called αδελφή ψυχή." He said in a German accent.

"What is that?" I asked. I didn't even try to pronounce it, knowing I couldn't speak German.

"In English it is pronounced, Soul Mates." Soul mates? What is that?

He must have taken my lack of replying as a sign to continue.

"Soul mates help with the transition into a witch. When a witch or warlock's power begins to surface, a bond is sealed between them and they work as each other's anchor keeping their powers in check. Since they are souls mates, their souls are bound together for eternity. By being bound together they work as each other's power containing thing... It's kind of like a spell that keeps your powers suppressed, only instead of being suppressed fully, they are only partially suppressed until you can learn how to control them. It's a very complicated thing to understand, we don't even understand it fully. Our spirits, our souls do all this on their own. We have no say not control over it. " He grinned slightly.

"But what is a soul mate? It sounds so strange." I asked, bewildered.

"A soul mate is the other half of a person. They complete you, love you unconditionally. In most humans, it is rare to find your soul mate, but as a witch you feel a sort of pull towards them. Witches usually find their soul mates around the same time." He explained.

"What time do they usually find them?" I asked.

"Around age 15." He stated sadly.

"15?! Bu-but- I'm already 16!" I whisper-yelled.

"That's why I'm afraid. If you haven't found him yet, I don't know what can help you. I know I'm suppose to have all the answers and say everything's going to be okay, but I'm not going to lie to you. If you cant control your powers you might die."

My breathing hitched, I didn't want to die. I haven't even lived yet! I started feeling light headed and walked over to sit on my bed. During all of his explaining I started pacing the room.

"Bu-but how would I die?" I asked. I never told anyone, but I was terrified of death.

"If witches don't have their soul mates to calm them through this, then the witch goes insane with all the power, they aren't in their right mind. And in most cases, they take their lives." I felt like he didn't want to tell me this. But he had to.

Not realizing I was crying until I felt moisture on my face, I quickly wiped it off with my hand and looked at my father.

"How much time do I have?" I asked quietly.

My dad looked at me for what felt like the longest time until he finally whispered. "A week, at the most."

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