Cherry and the Twitches

chapter 7

Drell was watching and relieved that this was going smoothly so far, he then decided to check up on everyone else in the Supernatural Realm to make sure the Darkness didn't get them.

"Thank goodness that everything is going smoothly." Skippy said.

"So far so good..." Drell agreed. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to the Netherworld Spa as soon as this blows over."

Skippy gave a sigh of relief. "I don't blame you... I'd love a dusty massage from those pixie sprites."

"That sounds nice." Drell smiled.

"I hear it just feels like angels singing..." Skippy smiled fondly.

Drell smiled back, he then moved the crystal ball and patched through to the Netherworld Spa.

A light purple-skinned woman with pointed ears, dark magenta hair, and fangs with black bat wings appeared in front of them. 'Netherworld Spa, how may I help you?' she asked.

"Hello, this is Drell, Head of the Witch's Council..." Drell started.

Skippy stared to this mythological woman's image and found himself staring into her eyes and looking very distant as Drell made a reservation for them after Cherry, Atticus, Patch, and Mo would get the twin witches to fulfill their destinies.

Speaking of which, Atticus and Mo, along with Camyrn's adoptive mother, were watching Camyrn beating her adoptive father at tennis. Atticus and Mo just decided to watch.

"Well, at least the dogs aren't here," Mo hid a chuckle. "They wouldn't be able to finish their game!"

"Yeah." Atticus agreed with her, knowing how dogs could be with balls.

Camyrn got the ball ready and whacked it with the racket to play a friendly competition against her adoptive father. The ball was pretty speedy, but her father was able to hit it back, allowing their audience to watch them play their little game.

"Ten bucks says his next hit is out." Atticus whispers to Camyrn's adoptive mother and Mo.

Camyrn's adoptive mother hid a chuckle.

"Deal." Mo smirked and shook hands with him.

Camyrn and her father were at it, still flinging the ball in the air and bouncing once on occasion as was the rules of tennis. It took a while, but Camyrn managed to strike the ball so hard that her adoptive father nearly crashed against the gates and missed the ball.

"It's all in the wrist!" Camyrn chuckled in victory.

Camryn's adoptive mother hid a giggle from her seat. After getting another ball, Camyrn and her adoptive father then continued their game until one of them would win.

"So, Camryn, what's up?" Atticus asked.

"Nothing much..." Camyrn shrugged.

"Aren't you having a good birthday?" Mo voiced concern.

"It's just..." Camyrn shrugged again. "I'm 21, I keep feeling like something special is supposed to happen."

"Well, maybe something exciting will happen." Mo smiled.

"I hope so..." Camyrn shrugged as she played with the racket before putting it away.

"And beating your father six/love isn't special enough?" Camyrn's adoptive father teased.

"Oh, please," Camyrn hid an eye roll. "I do that every day."

"You're really good," Mo put her hands in her pockets. "Wish I could be good at something."