The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 11

I stared at my grandmother in shock. I had so many questions swimming around in my head, but they wouldn't come out of my mouth. She was a witch. Like me. "H-how...." I couldn't finish my question. Her eyes had returned to their natural blue, and she kept staring at me wide-eyed. I gulped down my emotions, trying to not go into a panic attack. I finally felt my nerve build up, so I cleard my throat. "You're a witch." I stated the obvious, not thinking of a better way to start. She nodded. "Uh....you are too." She said, seemingly just as taken aback as me. "How?" I asked. She sighed. "Our lineage is not what's important right now. What is important, is what happened the day you were taken to the hospital?" She asked. So, I told her. Everything. Including what happened in the hospital room, and my plan to bring my parents back to life. It just spilled out of me, and she listened to it all without betraying any emotion. When I finished, I just stared at the table, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"Child, look at me." She commanded. I slowly lifted my head up to meet her gaze. "You can't bring your parents back." She said. I stared at her, anger filling up in me. She stared at me for a moment, then looked away. "Katie, go look in the mirror." She said. At first, I thought about just going to my room and locking the door, wanting to get away from her. But I obeyed and went into the foyer that was adjoined to the dining room. There was a mirror on top of the bookshelf and I went over to it. I looked into the mirror. My irises were blood red. My grandma came up behind me, looking at my reflection. Her irises were gray like mine were before the funeral. "Your angry. Your eyes turn red when your angry. Black when you hate. Green when your excited. Blue when your happy or normal. Light blue when your surprised. Brown when you don't care. And white when you use magic." She said in a monotone voice. "Why?" I asked quietly. My eyes were turning back to blue now. My anger was receding.

"You're a witch. It's just something that happens." She shrugged. I turned to her. "Why can't I bring them back?" I asked quietly, tears in my eyes. She sighed and went back to sit down at the dining room table. I followed her and sat back down. Her features looked tired and worn. " It upsets the balance of nature. It's an abomination." She said, wiping her hand down her face. I stared at her, my anger coming back. "We are an abomination! We upset the balance of nature!" I yelled, slamming my fist on the table. Tears were streaming down my face, and memories of my parents were overwhelming me. I knew my eyes were a mix of red and grey. "We keep the balance! We're the only ones that can! It's our duty, and we will fullfill it." My grandma seemed to be talking half to me and half to herself. "That's bogus. You're crazy. This whole thing is crazy!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air. She slammed her fist down on the table. "You don't know anything! Nothing." She yelled.

"Well, maybe you should tell me everything." I said evenly. She dropped her head into her hands, shaking slightly. I yearned to tell her to forget about it, that she didn't have to tell me if it would make her feel better, but I needed to know. She nodded, taking a shaky breath, and met my gaze. "I don't know all of our history, but I know some things." She began. "To become a witch, you have to come from a lineage of witches, like you do. To awaken the witch gene, you must have a paranormal occerencey. After that, there is no way to ever become fully human again. We are supposed to maintain the balance of nature. There is not many of us left, and it is rare to come across a different witch or warlock that is not from your family. A hundred years ago, your ancestor Vienna, lived in a society of witches and warlocks. The leader of whom was Jeremiah. He was evil, and wanted all the witces and warlocks to use dark magic. Vienna rebeled, saying that dark magic was wrong and violated the laws of nature. Many agreed with Vienna's proclamation, and joined her side. There was a war and light magic prevailed, ending Jeremiah and his followers.

"Jeremiah and his followers have roamed the earth plain for a century. Jeremiah learned of a prophecy to bring him and his followers back to life, to try and rule the world with dark magic once again. The prophecy stated their must be a sacrifice of one powerful witch that is a descendent of Vienna and a human that is close to the descendent. The sacrifice must happen on a new moon. Jeremiah has waited for a descendent of Vienna that was powerful enough to be used in the sacrifice. He has triggered the paranormal occerence throughout our family since Vienna. Until, he found them." She looked down at the table, fiddling with the table cloth. My head was spinning from this new information. One thought stuck out in particular. "Grandma, who is the descendent?" I asked, fear in my voice. She glanced up at me. Her eyes were orange. I guessed that was the color of fear. She looked back down at the table cloth, not speaking. "Grandma!" I yelled, almost hysterical. Her head snapped up to look at me.

"Who?" I asked. She sighed, running a hand through her blond and gray hair. I waited, my leg jiggling beneath the table. She took my hand in both of her's. Her skin was icy, soft, and wrinkled. She finally spoke. "You."