My Love Is A Fairy Tale (Wattys 2016)

Chapter Two- Mates

Hi readers,

I know this is a late update, but real life just gets caught up with you sometimes.

Anyway, here's the next part of the story... as usual i don't own anything, all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

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Previously...

Gran placed her hand in mine, staring at me, her face serious. She made that face when she was going to say something important.

"Bella, have you been practicing?"                                          

"Yes."

"Show me."

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I moved my other hand towards the flower beds, closed my eyes and concentrated. When I could feel the slight shift in the energy, I opened my eyes. The flower buds started to bloom and change colors. I tried to produce a slight sparkle of glitter to float above them.

Then I looked at Gran, trying to gauge her reaction, but she didn't seem to be impressed.

I tried again.

This time I moved my hands in circular motion, and the breeze started to pick up and the whoosh of the wind was audible as it started moving in swirls. It started slowly, and then picked up pace, swallowing up the mud and grass and lifting it into the air.

"Stop, Isabella."

Oh no. She said Isabella; that wasn't good.

"Bella, this is something you could already do, even before you turned sixteen."

"Yes, I know that, Gran, but back then I had to concentrate a lot and had no idea of balancing the energy properly, and just simple things such as lifting a book and placing it back by using my mind would drain me completely."

"And how do you feel now? About balancing?"

"I have been practicing a lot on using the energy surrounding me rather than my own and trying to balance it, and it seems to be working, because I don't feel like I'm about to faint."

"So you have been reading the books I gave you," she replied with a smile.

"Of course I have. How could I not? Magic is in my blood, and I need to know how to use it properly without causing anyone harm, and you are the only one who can show me how."

"You're still in the learning stage, Bella, but I can definitely see improvement, and you have so much potential, my dear. I'm so pleased to know you have been working on your energy balances. It's the most important thing; if you don't know how to gain energy and use it by making it your own, you cannot do magic."

"Gran..." I started slowly. "Why do you think mom skipped it?"

"The only explanation I can give is... it was because she rejected it, Bella."

The magic in my blood had been passed on for many generations. It was passed on to Gran from her mom, and from her to my mom, and then to me. It was passed on only to the eldest daughter, and every generation had one. It was a blessing and a curse.

Where I saw it as a blessing, my mom somehow took it as a curse. Not the part about having a daughter, but the part about the daughter having magic, and mom had somehow rejected being a witch.