Shadow's Mark (Currently Being Edited)

Chapter 14: Bewitched Pancakes

Natalya's POV:

My eyes slowly peeled opened, my vision a bit blurred, before it gradually adjusted to my surroundings.

The first thing that came into focus was Albert Einstein staring back at me, nearly making me jump off the bed I was lying in. I did a quick double take and realized it was just a poster of the old scientist. Quickly glancing around the room, I observed purple walls and more posters of Einstein, immediately realizing I was in Drew's room.

If there's anything I knew about that girl, it was her love for the color purple and her obsession with Albert Einstein.

Suddenly, the door flew open and in waltzed Drew with a breakfast tray. "Good morning, sunshine," she chirped.

"Drew? What am I doing here?" I groaned hung-overly as I got up from her plum-colored bed.

"That's a good question," she said way too cheerfully. "And we'll tell you everything you need to know after you digest a hearty meal. You need the strength and energy," she added as she placed the tray on my lap.

I peered down and saw a whole meal, making my mouth water and stomach lurch with hunger. There was a plate of pancakes with syrup, scrambled eggs, and bacon. And on the side was a nice glass of orange juice.

I raised a brow at Drew. "Wait, I thought you can't cook."

"I can, too, cook," she scoffed. "Remember the time I made that lasagna?"

I started to giggle. "You mean the one you forgot to put the cheese and tomato sauce in and nearly burnt in the oven?"

"What? You guys said it was superb."

"Yeah, well we lied. It was horrible. It was literally just burnt pasta and ground beef, Drew. Lasagna usually has the sauce, ya know?" I said with a smirk.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Wow, and here I thought I was a decent lasagna maker."

I laughed at her again then took a bite of one of the delicious bacons. "Mmmm. This is actually good."

"Don't thank me," said Drew. "Jack's the one that cooked."

"Makes sense considering you can't cook if your life depended on it," I said good-humoredly before Drew smacked a pillow onto my face.

Before I could retaliate, she was at the door, laughing. "Just eat and come downstairs. Then we'll talk," she called as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

I quickly scarfed down the food and drained the orange juice afterwards. I guess I was really famished since I hadn't eaten since.. when was that? Yesterday?

Wait a minute.

I stopped chewing my food.

Memories of last night's events immediately began rushing to my head. I remembered everything that happened. How Wes and I were strolling through Redblood. How I came upon the missing hikers who appeared to be terrifying monsters. How I somehow summoned a magical sword.

Oh, and not to mention how the hikers had threatened to kill Wes and one had managed to break my jaw.

My hands immediately shot up to touch my jaw, which, oddly enough, seemed perfectly normal now.

But Wes. He was hurt by that hiker girl, Rita.

I immediately pushed the tray away and got up from the bed. Standing up, I found that I was no longer wearing the clothes I wore yesterday but instead, I was in one of Drew's favorite flannel gowns she called 'pajamas'.

Oh, gosh.

I practically ran to the door and swung it open. Quickly sprinting down the stairs, I then headed to the kitchen where I heard voices.

Once I pushed past the kitchen doors, Cole and Jack jerked their heads up towards me from their plates. Drew was at the fridge, grabbing a pitcher of OJ and when she saw me, she walked over to the counter where the boys were sitting.

"Come sit down, Natalya. We've got a lot to discuss."

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"Okay, so lemme get this straight. What our grandparents and parents used to tell us at night about this town being a home for supernatural beings is actually true?"

Drew glanced at Cole and Jack then back at me, nodding her head. "Yes, Nat. But not everyone is supernatural. Almost more than half the people of this town are humans," she stated matter-of-factly.

"So, you're a.. witch?" I asked Drew a little skeptically.

Drew nodded once again. "Yes. But we prefer to be called wiccans. My ancestors were wiccans. So was my mother."

I gawked at her in disbelief. "What? Your mom was a witch?"

Drew smiled amusedly. "A wiccan. And yes. When I first discovered I had powers, she helped me understand it before she passed away."

I glanced towards Cole and Jack for an explanation, but they both quickly averted their eyes back to their pancakes and eggs and bacon.

Letting out a sudden snort, I shook my head and wagged my index finger at my friends. "No way, guys. None of this is true. You can quit it. You got me. I thought this was all real for a second there."

My friends just went quiet and glanced helplessly at one another before staring back at me.

"Jenkins, she's telling you the truth," said Jack in a quite serious tone.

With a nervous chuckle, I peered at all my friends and realized the serious and solemn expressions on their faces. I instantly pressed my lips together and frowned.

"What? You're telling me Drew's an actual witch, and you're all supernatural beings as well?" My voice shook a bit in frustration.

Drew then snapped her finger, catching my sudden attention. Without warning, the pancakes on her plate began floating upwards in front of her. As her eyes locked onto me, focusing on my reaction, a ghost of a smile teased the corners of her lips.

I gawked in utter disbelief at the 'cakes floating in the air in all their buttered and syrupy glory. I felt my whole body grow tense as my breath caught in my throat.

No way.

I glanced over at Jack and Cole, who seemed completely unfazed by the levitating pancakes. Instead, they gave Drew a knowing look then turned back to examine the expression on my face.

No doubt I looked dumbfounded with shock.

Drew then quickly snapped her fingers once again and the pancakes suddenly dropped back down on her plate, stacking up perfectly as they had been before.

Drew looked at me and smiled smugly. "Believe me now?"

I snapped my eyes down towards the pancakes then at Drew, mouth gaping, eyes wide. "H-how did y-ou--?"

"I told you. I'm a witc-- I mean a wiccan. I can do that sorta thing," she beamed proudly.

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Well, tomorrow's Thanksgiving and I can tell you three things I'm thankful for--

FAMILY, FRIENDS, FOOD & WATTPAD!

Oops that was four! Hehe

Happy Turkey Day to all from me!❤️

I'm especially thankful for anyone who is reading this, even if it may be just one person! You make me happy (: