A Rose and its Thorns (ONGOING)

Chapter One

It's been a week since Alex saw the wolf, read the letter, and declared he had no magic. Yet, in that week he found an ancient spell book written in a foreign language. That was when he questioned his aunt and uncle about the old wornout leatherbound book he found in their attic.

"It's an ancient spellbook, Alex. For you see, we come from a long line of witches and wizards.  Our ancestors were the Abiten people, or in other words an ancient secret group of Indians who performed magic."

Alex gasped before dropping the wornout leatherbound book that he'd apparently been clutching tightly in his hands. Alex wasn't like most guys who would have found it cool to have magic. No, Alex wasn't like that at all, in fact, he thought having magic was like being a living, breathing freak show. Alex closed his eyes, and it was as though the word paused for a second around him.

Alex could barely breathe at all with his every breath catching in his throat. He glanced around him his eyes shifting left to right taking in every minuscle detail in the attic around him. As for his aunt and uncle he imagined they already thought of him as some sort of freak show.

Dust could be seen floating and drifting in the air as if all the dust belonged there in their cluttered, clustered attic. Toys such as remote controlled cars and old toy tool sets could be seen poking out of boxes, and stuffed animals in garbage bags could be seen around every corner of the attic. An old rocking chair was nestled under a window in the far left corner of the attic. And his aunt Betty a short brunette strained to look upwards at her redheaded, green eyed 6 ft tall nephew. Her husband Conner was taller than Alex at 6'5 inches tall, so he had the oppisite problem. Conner glared downwards with his sky blue eyes at Alex while ruffling his sandy brown hair with his right arm.

"I know it's alot to take in, but you'll get used to it... eventually. It took me seven whole months to even fathom the idea of having magic, and as for mastering it I was sixteeen when I learned we even were capable of magic and from that point onwards I've been working on mastering magic. I'm fourty two now so that will tell you something. And now that you found the book there is something else we need to tell you, Alex."

Alex's eyebrow raised upwards as his aunt placed a tender, loving hand on his shoulder.

"Your parents did not die in a car crash, Alex."

Alex opened his eyes so wide they looked as though they might pop out of their sockets.

"WHAT???" Alex practically cried out, screaming.

Calming down a little, Alex asked them both if his parens had not died in a car crash just how did they die.

"Our sweet dear nephew, your parents were killed by a cursed beast otherwise known as a Werewolf. The wolf tore them limb from limb- never trust a Werewolf. "

Alex took a big gulp and immediatly thought back to the wolf, the letter, and the rose. The rose he thought while very beautiful and pretty; most likely held no signifiance. But... but the letter that seemed to him to be very strange indeed. After all, he pondered why would an enemy of his kind seek out his help? Did the wolf creature know one of its own kind had killed not one but two of Wizard kind? And now that he thought about it why the rose? Why not a bottle with the letter inside as it would have kept it drier. Alex's body shook vigorously at the remembrance of the ooey, gooey, yucky wolf saliva the letter had all but been drenched in.

"I'll be sure to remember that." Alex said before telling his aunt and uncle goodnight before turning off the light in the attic. Alex then scampered off to his little room that used to be the computer room before his parents died when he was four. It'd since been painted baby blue with Navy blue carpet put in. It contained only a blue bean bag chair, twin bed with navy blue blankets and pillow cases, a black dresser, and a smart tv.  That night Alex paced back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth wearing a path in the carpet. He turned on his handy black Samsung Galaxy tab A, and opened the Chrome app to begin his search.

He googled "Werewolf", and read what Wikipedia on the web had to say.

"Werewolf- ware-wuf- a mythical being that transforms into a wolf at the onset of the full moon."

Alex scoffed a little when he read the mythical part that obviously wasn't true no matter how much Alex wished it to be true. Alex stiffled a yawn he felt coming on, and glanced at the alarm clock atop his dresser. It read 2:08 a.m. Alex knew it was getting late, so he tried powering his laptop down and groaned when the screen read, installing update 1 of 20. Alex crawled into bed anyways despite the laptops light shining in his eyes almost. Yet, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he began snoring away.

In his dream, a young blonde woman with green, hazel eyes gave him a simple rose. She was surrounded by trees on all sides. The woman opened her mouth to speak, but only a whimper came out. She shook her head, blew on a strand of hair that fell on her face, and took a skinny, pale finger and pointed to the rose. She pointed to the rose that became a letter instead.

The letter read, "So you can't do magic. I think you can. You visited me in a dream afterall after only just learning about your powers."

Alex awoke with a startle sweat dripping from his forehead and his whole body.

"But I can't do magic." He said simply.