A woman in her late thirties made her way across the white sand with a single white envelope in her hand. A German Shepherd ran around chasing and barking at seagulls as a tall figure approached. He wore a hat and she could barely make out his face, but she knew who was approaching her. The meeting was made days in advance.
“Thank you for meeting me out here. I really appreciate it.”
“What’s this about, Diana?”
“I’ve been receiving threatening letters and phone calls. I know I’m being watched, but I’m not sure by who. I’m worried about my daughter.”
“Is this person threatening her, too?”
“Not directly, but I have a feeling he may go after her.”
“Why do you think that?” the figure asked her.
“It’s just a feeling I have. Someone hates me enough to make threats, so who knows how far this person will go. I don’t use my craft anymore! I haven’t since Jesi was born!”
“Does she know who she is?”
“She doesn’t know her potential. I’ve seen her. I’ve seen what she can do and it’s amazing. If anyone can teach her, it’s my mother.”
“Then go home! Go back to your roots! Protect yourself, Diana! Don’t give up!”
“I’m not giving up! I’m protecting her! I’ll fight till I die! I won’t have this bastard follow my baby to the island!”
“What do you want me to do?”
“The threats are unavoidable. I don’t know what I can do to keep him away from me. I’ve talked to my mother and in the event that I don’t escape this, my daughter is taken care of. There’s something I need you to do.” Diana paused as she handed him the envelope. He took it with hesitation. “This is a letter to Jesi that I’ll need you to give to her. Give it to her when you feel comfortable. Can you please do this for me?” A single tear fell from her right eye.
“I can protect both of you.”
“I won’t risk you getting hurt! Just promise me you’ll give her this letter. Please?”
The figure watched as more tears fell from his friend’s eyes.
“You’re the bravest woman I know. You always have been. You have my word.”
“Thank you.”
Jessalyn Legacy stood on the porch of the two bedroom white beach house her mother rented for the week to celebrate a large sale she made on a house that was nearly impossible to sell. She stared out at the seashore and watched the waves come onto the beach and then roll back out to sea. Jessalyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of seaweed and salt filling her nostrils. She exhaled.
It was ten thirty in the morning and her mother had yet to return from her walk with Clark, Jessalyn’s German Shepherd. She shut the door to the porch and started to the left of the beach house in a jog. The breeze whipped her long brown hair around her as she kept her eyes open for her mother.
Jessalyn Legacy isn’t like the normal Average Joe you pass on the street every day. She was born different. She was born a witch. She figured it out when she was thirteen years old. She made the spoon in her cup of hot chocolate stir by itself and at times she was able to influence a person to give her what she wanted. She hated the thought of taking someone’s free will away from them. She never told her mother about it out of fear that her mom wouldn’t love her anymore. Jessalyn thought that was silly, but the fear still clenched her heart.
