The Wiccan Chosen One (The Sequel for A New Life)

The Wiccan Chosen One (Chap. 5)

Chapter 5

~~~Katheren's P.O.V. ~~~

I got up and went over to the kitchen in our hotel suite. This was the first time that I had ever woken up before Daren, so I decided to try my hand at making breakfast. When I finished making French toast, he still wasn't up and now he was muttering. I covered up the warm food with another plate and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Don't go... please, no... Kates..." He was tossing in bed.

"Daren?" He didn't answer, he just kept thrashing. "Daren, wake up. Daren!" I touched his face and he jumped. He blinked looking completely confused, and then his eyes focused on me. Without warning, he hugged me. "Daren," I gasped, "...can't...breathe..."

He immediately loosened his grip on me but he buried his face in my hair and kissed my neck. "Sorry, nightmare."

"What was it about?"

"Two years ago: Sara." The warlock who had almost succeeded in killing us both.

I hugged him back and tried not to shake. She was gone and yet just the thought of her freaked me out. "Don't worry... I sent her...somewhere, remember?"

"You sent her to a parallel dimension, yes, but I still don't like the idea for her getting as close to you as she did."

"You can't always be there."

His arms tighten around me again. "I will be. I refuse to let another warlock ever get within a hundred yards of you."

I smiled, overprotective much? "I will be fine. I am the Chosen One remember, I have freaky powers, so I will be safe. Don't worry."

"I have to tell you something," he murmured keeping his face hidden from me.

His tone confused me. It sounded... worried? "What is it?"

"Being the Chosen One isn't what you think it is," Daren told me, "it's not entirely a good thing. The Chosen One is a witch who the Ancestors can posses, to give their power to when they need it the most, who have imaginable strength, their powers are unmatched by others when they are trained. You also know that a downfall to it is when the Ancient's assist you, you either lose their memory of it or the details of it become mixed in your head.

"What you were never told that Chosen Ones have to fight to remain in control of their own bodies. They have to fight to keep their sanity. If we don't complete your training before the next time that the Ancients posses you, intentionally or not, you might not regain control of your body. It would be essentially battle of the wills.

"If there was some way that I could make you cease being the Chosen One, I would. I am terrified of losing you, you can't even begin to understand," he sighed and hugged me closer to him.

I sat there frozen but after a moment, I broke out of his grip to look him in the eyes. "You won't lose me," I told him determined, "I won't let them take me away from you."

He closed his eyes in an attempt to hide his pain from me. "I hope that you are right."

After that, we ended up eating the breakfast that I had made earlier and heading over to my grandparents house again. "Grams?" I called opening up the front door, "Are you ready to torture me a- oh, sorry." I mumbled blushing as soon as I noticed that I had just intruded on a conversation that my grandmother was having with some other guests.

"Oh, it's okay dear; we were just talking about you anyway."

When she said that, I looked at the 'we' that she was talking about. Sitting on the couch, there was two girls, one a very pretty blond and the other an also stunning brunet, and a boy who had black hair. They all had looked about seventeen, and had the same brown eyes; it was obvious that they were related. And they were staring at me.