Escaping Fate

Chapter 7

(Lyssa POV)

"What does this mean?" I asked as I looked to Oliver for some kind of answer. I didn't get one. He was just as confused as I was. He started thinking.

"The way this is all connecting, I believe that you are one of the direct descendants of Sarah Strobinger," he said thinking hard. "And if Mark was scared of your power and what you could do, we have a strong chance of him being the direct descendant of Obadiah Strobinger."

"B-but... This can't be. This just doesn't make sense," I tried to reason, "Witchcraft, magical powers; they don't exist..."

"Lyssa, you started shooting light from your body and you still don't think that magical powers exist?" Oliver did have a point, and a very good one at that.

"So, what do we do?" I asked readily.

"I think I know someone who can help," Oliver said before grabbing my hand and pulling me through downtown Decatur. We soon arrived at a small shop called Madame Raja's.

"What is this place?" I asked as we walked in. There were shelves cluttered with old skulls or animal bones and bottles with mysterious liquids inside.

"My mom brought me here all the time when I was a little boy," he said still dragging me through the shop. "Madame Raja is practically family and she'll know exactly what to do." It wouldn't surprise me that Mrs. Laughlin brought Oliver here. Unlike Oliver, the rest of his family is extremely superstitious and would get annual palm readings no matter where they were. Even on vacations.

"Oliver!" a wrinkled old woman came from behind one of the velvet curtains. She was in a thick wine red cloak and had a twisted wooden cane.

"Hello, Madame Raja," he replied being the sweet young man he was, he also enveloped her in a hug.

"And who do we have here?" the older woman asked. "Your girlfriend?" she had a warm smile.

"N-no... I'm not- She's not- We're not-" Oliver stuttered blushing. I knew it... He doesn't care about me like that.

The woman just stood there and looked at the both of us. Studying us. "Right..." she smiled. "Well, what do you need?"

Oliver nodded at me signaling to tell her. "Madame Raja..." I paused, "I'm the descendant of Sarah..."

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Jess ;)