Mother of Monsters (Camp NaNoWriMo 2015)

Chapter XIV

A/N: Wow two years later and you're finally finishing this story? What gives? Yeah I know. It's been a while. In fact I've kinda been procrastinating but thought it was cool cause I thought no one cared. Well for those of you who really care, I'm finishing this story. I don't think I'll be writing any more any time soon. I think that part of me is in the past. But honestly who knows. I might pick writing back up sometime in the future, but that time isn't now. Now if you will excuse me, Raella's story needs to be finished.

It's has to been at least 3,000 years since it all began, at least, in human years. Between now and then Elios, Milea, and I have been travelling across Europe, the Middle East, and Northern Africa. We were seen as gods in Classical Rome, witches in Holy Rome, invaders in Ancient Egypt, and by far the most accurate, evil omens in the Ottoman. We taught magic to those who wanted to learn along our travels. None could really achieve the level we had, but compared to the rest of the humans, they were as powerful as they could ever want to be. 

Areus was pissed that I would even think about giving the humans Stragonian secrets. I don't even remember the last time we talked. It was definitely before Columbus sailed for the New World. 

Nuros left us when we were travelling across what we now call Romania around the early 1400's. He said that Wallachia was where he was meant to be. He felt it was right in his soul. Who was I to stop him. We continued on to search for where we could truly belong. But that wasn't the last time we heard from him. In fact when I finally got around to read Dracula, some details seemed all too similar to the letters I've been reading from him throughout the centuries.

We didn't know where to live for the longest. We were always travelling through countries and never seemed to stay put in one spot for more than a decade. That changed around the 1600s when we decided to stay in the Netherlands for at least a century,  but plans never seem to work out because we have the world's biggest hot head to can't keep his sword sheathed for five seconds (not an innuendo in this case,) and also because he couldn't keep his sword sheathed (an innuendo in this case.) Then we did what any sane person would do and got on a boat for the Americas first thing in the morning. 

We settled in what was then New Amsterdam, but we figured it would be best to stay out of the Dutch's way, so then we moved west, to what would later be colonized as Pennsylvania. We stayed away from major cities because we did not want to be found. Witch accusations are not something to be flippant about. But of course rumors spread and people arrive. Curious people. We were wary to try and teach them our ways from Strago, but after a couple of years sitting in one spot, we decided to open a school. 

The school started off small. Something for dedicated and curious humans to learn a couple tricks from Strago. This eventually merged with a concept humans already knew called alchemy. Then we had witches fleeing from Salem arrive. They heard of a place where people could learn potion making and figured that was a safe place to go to. So we extended our arms and our curriculum to suit them. Then we got the werewolves. Either those who did not know why or what was happening to them at every full moon happened. So we accommodated them. Then the vampires came and the mediums and the psychics and every other soul who believed they did not fit out with the humans joined our ranks. 

Revolutions, rebellions, wars, they all came and went, but nobody who didn't want to join our community seemed to ever wander through. Maybe a wounded soldier or two throughout the years, but not enough to cause a commotion. However once the nation seemed to be normal again our world was shaken. 

By then the school we built had quadrupled in size and had a nice town surrounding it full of creatures that would have been hunted down and massacred had this been the 1600s. Thankfully after two centuries humans goals really do change.