Dark Side of the Moon

Prologue 1: Trey

I like to say I was born with a wand in my hand-er-not literally, you can see how that would be painful for mother. My parents embraced who I was and got me a private teacher to help me control my magical powers. I was a child star, casting simple spells by three, completing complex incantaions by seven, resurrecting corpses by eleven. By the time I was thirteen, I acidentally set my family home ablaze, a bit of lighting gone awry. My mother and father died in the fire, but in order to protect myself, I created a body and burnt it with the rest of the house. After that, I fled to the neighboring state, Georgia. I landed in a small town called Jefferson. I called this place my home. There was an old abandoned house on the corner of Moonlit drive and Washington parkway, I took refuge there and started attending the schools in an attempt to blend in. I'm fifteen now, beginning the coming of age. When a witch reaches the age of 15, they begin to unlock their hidden ability. Slowly, I realize I could make trees give me shade on sunny days, or ask a bird where the a certin person was. When I was fourteen, I was bitten by the neighbor's two year old son while I was baby sitting him for some extra cash. I thought nothing of it until a week later. It was the middle of the night, the entire towm was lit by the moon. I felt a thurst for blood. Well, not blood itself, but a need...a need to kill. I was overflown with rage and anger, I killed the old lady next door and ate her heart. As I stood over her dead body, I saw a reflection of myself in a pool of her blood. That was when I knew, I was cursed with lycanthropy. I have three forms, human, wolf, and werewolf. On regular nights, I can transform into any of these and retain consciousness, but on the night of a full moon, I can't control it. After the fourth body, I discovered a potion called wolfsbane. It could keep my forced transformations in the first stage(wolf form). I built up my library of books, taking in the knowledge. I became a apothecary, brewing potions and poisons became a new hobby. While I still made sure to practive using regular magic, the majority of my time became potion brewing. I met two other witches, the same age as me. We all got along very well and moved in together. Being a witch isn't so bad, although you do have to kill the witch hunters that come every so often.