The Witches of Sailsburg

Chapter two: The Original Settlers

Sailsburg was once a village, that thrived in it's rich diversity, amongst which Rivals and sworn enemies had agreed to let their hatred for each other rest upon the village and instead of shedding more innocent blood, like they had done in the past, they would peacefully co-exist amongst, putting rules into place to assure peace on all sides, however, refusing to cross paths. Amongst that Agreement, there were those, who refused to share a home with their enemies, which led yet to many more deaths and intense civil rivalries. Each side, then decided to split Sailsburg into different parts in which outsiders were not allowed in, nor pass through. Each part was then considered a Territory. However, as time had past and the Rivals had begun isolating themselves, there came two brave lovers of opposite sides, who had not only fallen in love, but also, wanted to tie knots with each other and thus bring their sides together. There begun an uproar and the two lovers families refused to give them permission to interbreed. The two lovers were then forced to separate, but as their love and desire to be together grew stronger and stronger, they, together, fled Sailsburg. It was their escape that made the Rivals realize, that even their proclaimed Territories could not keep love out of its boarders, thus re-agreeing to co-exist. As years had past, no one heard from the lovers, only to one day be surprised by the arrival of the one lover. He returned in pain. As he crossed into Sailsburg, his people welcomed him back into their arms, asking what had happened all those years. He simply replied "I can not age, therefore, was the relationship doomed from the start." As his lover's family heard the news, they knew she had died, presuming of old age. But her body was never found, nor did they have any children. Her family yet accepted him as their own and lived til today as Allies.

My grandma did not particularly believe the story of the two lovers who made Sailsburg a peaceful place amongst the supernatural. In fact, she was of the opinion that the Vampire had killed his lover in cold blood only to rush back and pretend, she died of old age. She also said that her grandmother was against the coexisting of supernatural creatures, as, Vampires, Werewolves, Fairies and Psychics should treat witches with greater respect than themselves, a,"witches were the original Supernatural creatures who either felt lonely or wanted to test their powers and accidentally or intentionally created other Supernatural creatures". Of course, I didn't believe in that. I believed that each had their own story of origin. But as much as my grandmother believed in being the Superior Supernatural creature, she had never cause any troubles.

"I have a couple of spell books up in the attic. You can read some and see, if there is maybe the tiniest bit of magic left in your veins." She smiled and left the room to get the book. I slowly began drinking some tea out of cup. My grandma was downstairs in no time. "That was quick." I said, looking at the book in her hand. She was smiling like a 6 year old. "I have been waiting for this day since you were born." She quickly sat down at the table and opened the book. "This is the easiest spell." She pointed at a page in the book and flipped it around so I could read. "Lights out?" I read the title. She nodded. "Go on." She nodded, encouraging me to read it. "Oh wait!" She jumped up. "We need some candles. You won't know what lights to turn on." She began looking around the house for candles. "Why is it called Lights out if, I'm about to turn the light ON?" I asked, slowly making my way through the book. "That is the oldest spell in that book. Witches used it, as we are seen as the Light." She came and sat back down. "Never mind. Try switching on the normal lights." She smiled again. I was a bit confused and scared at the same time. "How do I know,I can do it?" I hesitated, but asked. She stopped smiling and looked concerned. "You don't. And you never will, until you try. Take your time." She took a sip out of her cup. I slowly began reading. "brimstone, moon, and witch's fire, bright light shall I now acquire." I slowly looked around. Nothing. "That's it? This sounds like something I find on Google, grandma." I was disappointed. She looked behind her and then back to me and smiled. "Are you sure about that?" She slowly stood up and walked towards the entrance. I nodded my head and took another sip of my tea. "I am not a witch." She slowly came back with a candle in her hand, it was burning. "You are a witch." Her face was brighter than the candle light. I could feel how my eyes began widening. "Did....I....do that?" I was startled. My grandma placed the candle unto the table and sat down. "I would be honoured to be you teacher." She smiled.

(To be Continued...)