Kellie was surprisingly talkative. It was only the second day, and we were getting along like old
best friends.
"So, Phoenix," Kellie- or, Mother now,- started, "What do you think about this place? Is it fit for
your taste?" She questioned. I scanned the kitchen and was mesmerized by the cleanliness of it.
Everything was in place, not a speck of dust on the sparkling blue marble countertop.
"It's fine," I stated.
"Ok, anything you'd like?"
"Well, ice cream does sound good," I thought out loud.
Kellie-no-Mother smiled mischievously and blinked, her eyes glowing for a second. On the table
next to us, the air seemed to shimmer and a bowl of perfectly scooped vanilla-chocolate-swirl
ice cream appeared.
I took a step back, "What was that?"
Mother smiled, "Can't tell you just yet! Need to make sure it's you."
I frowned, "What?"
Mother's eyes glowed a bright lavender, and I was suddenly falling off the edge of a cliff. I
screamed, there was nothing, no end to the dark abyss I was falling into. My bright red hair
whipped at my face, arms grabbing, straining to catch hold of something to break my fall. I was
desperate now.
"Wake up!" I screamed at myself.
"Mom! KELLIE!" I cried.
"Relax,"
I heard a voice, I turned my head around but saw nobody there.
"This is all in your head, but you need to find a way to escape it." The Voice was telling me what to do.
I could already feel the frigid air getting warmer. My light brown eyes turned into the color of
molten lava, I felt fire in my veins, comforting me, making me stronger, and just like that, I
stopped falling. I gasped and looked around. Kellie was watching me intently.
"Phoenix, h-how do you feel?"
"... u-umm, I-I don't f-feel too good," I stammered.
"I need to tell you something," Kellie started seriously, "Phoenix, you have already noticed some
strange things that have been going on here, I've seen it in your memory."
I was confused for a moment, but then widened my eyes.
"K-kellie- no - Mother, what am I?" I chose the words carefully.
Her eyes softened, "Nix, you are special, very special."
I was frustrated, "Tell me, what am I?"
"You are a witch." She said simply.
I shook my head, "You crazed maniac!"
I ran out of the house.
"I can help you!" She called after me.
"I don't want you to! If I need help, I'll go to an asylum myself!"
I was lifted up by an unseen force. "Let go of me or I'll beat the guts out of you!" I screamed.
I flew back to Mother's house, faster than you can say "witch". Mother was waiting for me.
Smiling softly.
"I want to help you," Her eyes flashed purple.
"No!" I shouted as loud as I could.
"How about some water?"
She shoved a sparkling glass of water in my mouth, forced my mouth open, and made me drink
the contents. I became sleepy and light headed right after.I looked at Mother once more. I
saw her smiling at me sadly, faintly hearing, "Let me help you, Nix." then everything fell away
into dizzying darkness.

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Fire Hearts
Подростковая литератураA collab story with some of my friends. A little romance with a helluva lot of fantasy. @Ebony_angel @PandaDancer93 (SHE LIKES COWS) @Puddingcat333