Everybody told me I was lucky. The Wise Ones, my cousins, Nate; everyone. I was lucky because I grew up knowing I was a witch. I was lucky because I got picked early on to be in a Protectors group, and I was lucky because everything I wanted was bought for me.
I was lucky because I didn’t die in the car crash that killed my parents. But what nobody understands is that it wasn’t luck.
I was only seven. I didn’t really get what being a witch meant. My parents had spent the last year or two trying to help me discover my powers. I knew they suspected something, but they always spoke in hushed whispers, or when they thought I was sleeping, so I didn’t really get to hear much. I was just a kid, I couldn’t put together that they were talking about me.
The truck hit us at 7:17. I remember the time because I’d asked for it only seconds before. That’s how it happened. I asked for the time; my mum, who was driving, told me, and turned around to ask me a question - my dad yelled at her to watch out - the truck slammed on its breaks -
And the car hit us.
They tell me my parents died on impact. They say it was a miracle I survived at all. But it was no miracle. I discovered my powers that night. They came out when I really needed them.
I could heal any wound. I was essentially invincible.
I’m not really sure if I did die, and I somehow brought myself back to life, or if my injuries just knocked me out, causing me to wake up almost unharmed; I say almost because my power doesn’t heal superficial wounds.
The most important thing I learnt that night was not what my powers were. I learnt that I couldn’t get too close to anyone emotionally because it was inevitable that I would lose them. I didn’t know the extent of my powers - maybe I could live forever, never dying. Maybe I could heal other people, even animals; I had no idea what I could do, and that scared me to death.
I needed to be in control. I could block it out and pretend everything was okay, sure, but that wasn’t the same to me. Everyone in the coven thought I had everything down pat, and everyone at school thought my life was picture - perfect. After all, I was the most popular girl in school. Not because I was bitchy, or particularly rich, but because I was me.
I was beautiful, charismatic, smart. Every guy fell for my charms and every girl wished they could be me. I had an enormous friendship group filled with people who despised me or were using me to boost their popularity, but everybody assumed that I was perfectly happy. That I had no reason not to be.
There was only one person who understood me. Nate.
He was the bad boy at school. Every girl was in love with him. If I was the most popular girl in school, he was the most popular guy. Nobody knew that we were friends. People assumed we hated each other, since we appeared to come from two totally different groups in society. Really, we were totally similar.
Nate was the only exception to my rule. He supported me when my parents died; never leaving my side. He stuck by me when I was most alone, and I will never be able to repay him for that. Everyone in our coven says that we were destined to be together. And though that sounds totally soppy and unrealistic, I kind of hope it’s true. The thing is, I’m in love with him. And I really, really hope he feels the same about me.
When I learnt we were in the same Protectors group, I was ecstatic. I knew this was my chance to get close to him, as groups spend twenty four hours a day together. I guess the only flaw in this plan was that I didn’t realize he’d be spending that much time with everybody else too. I never thought it would be an issue. If only she hadn’t come along.
Hi everyone! I really don’t like this chapter... It’s too short and I really don’t think it portrayed Thalia’s character very well... Anyway! Only one more mini before I get into the story. Y’all excited? The story was going to be entirely from Lucy’s point of view but because I have so many characters I was considering mixing it up a bit and doing some Thalia or Ingrid chapters... What do you think? Plus all the character images are really stretched :(
Thanks everyone! Isla xx
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Protecting Lucy
Fiksi IlmiahFive teenagers. Three girls, two boys. Witches. Lucy, Thalia, Emily, Luke and Nate are all forced into a new world that none of them are ready for. Some of them were born knowing of their powers; others discovered them in undesired ways. Regardless...