In 1692, the city of Salem in Massachusetts experienced the deaths of over 200 witches, who were hanged, stabbed and slaughtered.
In 2016, they are back.
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Ivana Cain, an 18-year-old living in the city of Salem, is a regular teenage girl.
Or so s...
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I was a witch.
A. Witch.
The idea was so ludicrous, it was actually humorous. The idea frightened me, but also intrigued me. The stories of Salem that were meant to be "lies" weren't lies after all; they were true.
Looking around at my family, I realized why my mother had always been so reserved. She didn't want people to find out our secret. Liana was still silent, her eyes fixed on the kitchen table, and her face as white as a sheet. Her hands were gripping the table, her knuckles white.
"We'll start as soon as you think you're ready," Aurelia said.
"You need to start soon, though," my mother added. "There is a lot to learn, and it's important to know which powers you possess, and to learn how to control them. It's dangerous if we don't learn how to control them."
I raised from the table. "Well, then let's start now." I glanced at Liana, who didn't look like she's ready at all. I could almost see the thoughts whirling around in her head. "Liana?" I whispered, touching her shoulder gently.
Startled by my touch, she jumped slightly, and whipped her head to look at me. "I'm...I don't know what to say," she choked.
Aurelia walked around the table to where Liana was sitting and knelt beside her. "Liana, I know it's a lot to take in, but it's crucial that you learn how to control your powers. Even if you possess only one of them, you still have to learn. A witch's powers can do extreme damage."
Liana took a deep breath, exhaled, and then nodded slowly.
Aurelia stood up, a smile on her face, and she looked at me. "Mother, shall we go in the back garden to practice?"
Flames flickered in my mother's eyes, and she nodded, a grin on her face.
Walking out into the back garden was the most nerve-racking thing I'd ever done, and seeing the tree where my ancestors were hanged sent chills up my spine. I knew now why they were hanged: they were witches. The fierce wind bit my cheeks as I walked outside; it seeped into my clothes and chilled me to the bone.
I balled my hands up into fists and squeezed. My heart hammered in my chest. Liana walked up beside me, and I slid my hand into hers. She looked at me, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I gave her a reassuring smile, and she returned it.
Aurelia walked around the garden. I wasn't sure what she was looking for, but when she picked up a small rock, I knew.
"We'll start easy," she said, holding the small rock flat in her palm. "Telekinesis."
"Telekinesis," Liana repeated from beside me, her voice a whisper. I squeezed her hand.
"The ability to move objects with the mind. The bigger the object, the harder it is, but it's not a hard power to master. Most witches have it," Aurelia told us.
