Half Witch (Editing/Writing)

Chapter Two

Priscillia's pov 

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We reached school just after the bell rang. Heather was walking together with a guy. They seemed to be having a conversation. "And they totally screwed up! What a-" She stopped talking when she saw me. "You! What were you doing here? I thought you had run away with your boyfriend to London." The guy next to her laughed. "Wow Heather. That was the greatest joke I've ever heard." Heather gave him a cocky smile. "Can't help it. She was just so lame. Hey Ron. Screwing up with your new girlfriend? Aren't you afraid she might dump you after your first kiss? Half witches do that. Say, are you a half witch?"

Half witch. The name was spinning in my head. I am of course a half witch. Only I know that. No one knows. My mum Kristin told me not to tell anyone about my identity for the fear of getting me kicked out of this school that was meant to be only for full witches. I glared at my sister. "We are not a couple. We are...friends?" I turned to Ron. He nodded. "I think we are not so close friends."

Heather smirked. "Did you just hear that? Priscillia just said not so close friend! How funny! Look here, demon. You are not welcome here so go home! I hate you. Forever and ever hate you." I frowned. "Why do you hate me so much? What had I done to deserve this?" Heather glared at me with malice in her eyes. "You had something I don't have and could never have. Come, Mike!" Mike nodded obediently and took her hand. Together they walked towards their classes.

"She hates you? I can't believe your own sister said that." Ron muttered in disbelief. I nodded. "Yeah. Since ten."

"I have to tell my mistress...about the events which happened a little while ago. She is the leader of the witches in this town and she is the one that controls the school. You...want to come with me?"

I bit my lip. "Sure."

Ron beamed. "Excellent, my friend. Let's get going now."

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"What! Stolen from the sacred place? How is that possible? Who stole it, Ronaldo?" Helen, leader of witches snarled.

Ron or is it Ronaldo? bowed. "King Randy. I am sorry mistress. I-I failed my duties. I deserved to be punished."

Helen growled, gripping her glass of wine tightly. The glass looked like it would break any time now. "King Randy. How dare he! After that war, I thought he would disappear into the thick forest but no! He took revenge. He stole my most deadly potion. I will issue a quest for the both of you. Retrieve that potion for me. I was stupid to have created such a thing long ago."

"Mistress, King Randy sent a letter to us telling us to go to the Death Valley. He said he will be waiting for us there...together with the potion. So...a quest to Death Valley? Are you sure about that?" He asked uncertainly. He's trying not to show fear but his words are contradicting his actions.

Helen nodded. "Yes. A quest to the Death Valley. Mmm, sounds good but it'll be just the two of you. But you must be careful. Terrible danger may await you. You, girl! Priscillia, is it? Ron! You may leave now. Priscillia may leave after I give her something. For the trip." Her eyes lit up at the sound of my name.

Ron nodded and left the room. "Well, what do you think about this place. A place for witches to learn about magic and master their powers. Although this is not a school, but it is still a camp. For witches." Helen looked at me with a cold smile. I gulped. I could feel the crescent that I had drawn was starting to fade on the left of my palm. "Well this p-place is Witch Academy."

Helen's cold smile widen. "Good. You understand what this place is. So, are you a half witch or a full-fledged witch?"

She knew? Helen knew about my mark? How can that be? I've been hiding it for years so why only now? "F-Full-fledged w-witch." I replied, unable to stop myself from stammering. My hands started becoming cold with fear.