The Magic Within

Chapter 3: Arisen

I could hear the sounds of breathing before I opened my eyes. I wanted to know where I was and what had happened but I knew the darkness of my eyelids was much safer. My brain pounded in my skull, a consequence for my actions last night, I knew. I couldn't remember much, after the fight was when my memory started getting hazy. I could remember the bathroom, the white tiled floor, the ornate wallpaper, and the expensive utilities it housed. I was tempted to open my eyes, my curiosity almost getting the best of me. Finally and suddenly, I heard a loud crash and yelling in the distance, causing my eyes to flutter open, revealing what I thought was to be true horror.....

I expected to be in a dimly lit basement with cold stone walls with a questioning detective looming over me. Fortunately what I found was more to my standards of captivity. Coffee-colored carpet covered the floor and the walls were a beautiful green color. There was a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall by a staircase leading up, indicating we were in a basement. I looked straight ahead of me and saw Orion sitting in a wooden chair, much like the one I felt I was in, ropes tying her hands behind her back and her legs to the chair. To my right and left sat Corinthia and Shay, also in the same confines Orion and I were. Together, we formed a cross pattern. I looked around more, finding a table but a huge breifcase sat on it, blocking the rest of the table's contents from my view. I kept scanning the room but saw nothing but a fan and a few couches until I couldn't turn my head anymore.

I heard footsteps from above our heads, leading over to where I assumed the staircase started. The bodies responsible for the noises walked down the stairs and came into my line of view. There were about 6 men and 3 women. The men wore black and white suits and two of the women wore plain dresses, one navy and one dark violet. The third wore jeans and a t-shirt, I recognized her chesnut hair immediately, knowing it to be Genevieve. She chuckled at the sight of us, like our confinement amused her. I saw that, among the men, Felix stood by Charles Hunter, the twin's father. The two Hunter men walked over to the mysterious table, sorting out the mysterious items that laid just out of sight. Genevieve walked up to us and Charlotte, Mrs. Hunter, went over to join her husband and son. The other 4 men stood by each of our chairs, one guard for each of us.

Genevieve chuckled again, the green in her eyes shining and matching with the paint of the basement walls. "What are we doing here, Genevieve?" I asked her, breaking the utter silence the room had held. Charles looked up and made a nasty face towards me before taking out a brown leather breifcase from behind the black suede couch that sat besides the table. He took out a small laptop and a remote, pointing it at the TV and pressing a button. With a hum, the darkness faded away from the screen and revealed an old, weathered document that must've been a hundred years old.

"This, young Drake, is the reason you're here. This is the treaty that was signed by the witches 80 years ago when the town was at war. It states that the eighteen remaining witch families, three covens, would leave Huntersberg forever and in return the witch-hunters would leave them alone. Ever since it was created, there has been little disturbance by the witches. That is, until seventeen years ago when six children were smuggled into the town and placed into host families, an act by one of the covens to take back the town. We haven't found the other two, but you four are descendents of the Crescent Circle, one of those covens."

I glared at him, what did he know about me and my family. There was no way I had been adopted, no way my friends had been adopted. My face burned hot with anger and I looked to my friends for support but I just saw sorrow in their eyes as I turned to them. I shook my head, trying to deny the new physically but it only brought tears to my eyes.

Genevieve let loose one of her chuckles again, "Daddy, can I kill Shadow? It'd be the best birthday gift ever, letting me take down the leading family in the Crescents." I forgot, this bitch and her brother's birthday was right next to mine, which was the fourth, their's the day before. I grimaced at the thought that for my birthday I'd get death and for her's it would be to kill me. What was that she had said about the leading family? There was no possible way I could lead anything, let alone a coven of witches. What was I saying? I'm not a witch, I can't be, it's the alcohol. I'm going to wake up soon and laugh because this is all a sick dream.