A Sister's Fate

Prologue

Dear Diary,
        Witches, warlocks, gnomes, goblins, and so many other things that everyone assumes are stories. If this were the case then I would be a story, a nothingness that is not real. I am a witch, and I am real. My problems may not be the same as those that “normal” teens face, but what is normal anyway?
        One of the biggest problems in my life is my upcoming birthday; something that is normally a happy day has now become the most dreaded date of my life- my 18th birthday. Perhaps I should explain the reason behind the hatred. You see on my 18th birthday I am to be placed on an island for three months, with nothing but my powers to help me survive, and whoever wins gets the family powers; during this time the Grand Council will send multiple disasters my way… and my sibling's.
       A sibling, a sister, that I NEVER even knew existed. How did I not know that I had a sister, you may ask? Well it’s a very complicated story. It all starts when my mother was a teenager, training for the battle of powers, like me. My mother attended a moral school that my grandmother frowned upon, but allowed her to attend under the condition that she would spend all of her extra time studying; my grandmother had a favorite out of her two daughters, and my mother, Christine, took the cake.
     Anyway, in school my mother met this mortal man whom she adored; that mortal man is my father and before you get excited, diary, they don’t have a happy ending with rainbows and shit. No, quite the opposite; more Romeo and Juliet minus the suicide type thing. My mother fell head over heels for this tall dark fellow, and as the feelings grew… So did my grandmother’s suspicion. My mother had begun to fall behind on her magic studies, which royally pissed my grandmother off.
      My mother told her mom that she had fell in love and that she wanted her to meet him, but she left out one very important part - he's a fucking mortal. Yes, my mother brought a mortal to my grandmother’s house, a grandmother who despises the very blood running through a mortal's veins. My grandmother was enraged when she met my father; my grandmother decided to separate them. She forced my mother to stay home and give up the “filth that is mortal school”. However, my father would sneak over to see my mother, the two no longer being allowed to see each other only heightened the forbidden love that they had for one another. After 6 months of them sneaking around my grandmother, my mother had the brilliant idea to sneak out of the house and down by the lake at the edge of my grandmother’s property.
        By the lake there was a huge Willow tree that my mother had always had a strong fondness for, so at this tree my mother and father decided to “do the do”, as my mother calls it. This is where the story takes a bad turn; my grandmother found out about the meeting and cast a spell on my father to make him forget about my mother, but my mother did not know.
       My mother continued to wait by her window for weeks, waiting to see him again because she had some big news- me. The night at the Willow tree, my mother conceived a child, or I thought it was only one. My mother was pregnant for twins, my sister and I, and she was terrified; after weeks of waiting she decided her only other option for help would be my grandmother. My grandmother was disappointed, but refused to let her daughter face the pregnancy alone; the next day they went into town to schedule my mother a doctor’s appointment, but while they were in town my father saw my mother.
     My mother screamed out his name, but when he looked at her, his stare was blank. However, we still don’t really understand why, but my father began coming around more and more; my grandmother believes that it was the pull of my sister and I more than my mother. My grandmother became very frightened that my mother would find out that she had casted a spell upon my father and undo it; my grandmother is scared of very few things, but losing my mother was definitely one of the major ones. With her fear slowly escalating, my grandmother casted a spell on my mother to speed a long her pregnancy; the real twisted shit is that after my sister and I were born, she stole my sister. My grandmother stole my freaking sister, and gave her to my father; she then implanted memories in him. My father is now somewhere in Boston, raising a little girl who he believes he had with a woman who died in childbirth; he doesn’t even know that my mother and I exist.
       So, Diary, that’s the fucked up past; ready for the present? Of course not, but here goes.

       So when I mentioned battling my sister that I have never met, her name is Lexie. I have never met Lexie before in my life, but my grandmother believed that I should “know my opponent”; this lead to a trip to Boston to basically stalk my sister. Knowing my opponent: she looks like me, she smiles like me, she has my sense of humor, she has a normal life, she has a normal family, and she has no magic. I am terrified to go on and island and fight my sister, but I’m more scared for her than I am for myself. Lexie has no magical training, she doesn’t know what’s coming, and she doesn’t know who I am. Is having my family’s powers, which has brought nothing but pain to mother, worth the battle? One of the rules of the battle is that I cannot help my sister, she must fend for herself, and if she dies I am supposed to be excited because it will mean I keep the family powers; however, I don’t know if I can do this.
       I have two weeks until Lexie and I will be transported to an unknown island with an undisclosed location to begin our battle. Two weeks filled with tears, internal struggles, and decisions to be made. Is my sister's life worth less than my magic? Can I stand by and watch her die? Ugh, fuck! Diary, I have to go, the waterworks are back on and it’s hard to see. Wish me luck, and I’ll write when I have time.