Chapter One - Not Me

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There's something about witchcraft that has always scared people.

There has almost never been a time when the human race hasn't been scared of witches. Name any time in history, and you can always find someone who has been scared of witchcraft in some shape or form. 3000 BC? Egyptians, terrified of being cursed by evil sorcerers, bought crystals and potions to protect themselves. 1600s? The Salem Witch Trials started and 20 people died because of it. 1920s? Covens were created and the men (of course) were scared of women finally taking their power for themselves. Now, with horror movies coming out, tainting the image of modern-day witches, they've have gone from being killed to being completely cut out of society. Being a witch wasn't an easy thing to do.

That's why, right now, I'm struggling to come to terms with my magical ancestry.

I've always been sheltered. My mother, Talia Blackwood-Holt, is an insanely religious woman. We go to church every Sunday, pray before every meal, when we wake up and when we are about to go to sleep. We don't go to school on Good Friday and we spend the entire Easter Sunday at our church, balancing on our bruised knees and praying to a god who I've never really been interested in. It never made sense to me why he and I never clicked. My mother constantly tells me that things like witches and devils and demons are nothing to be played with, or even talked about. But I never would have guessed that of all the people in the world, my mother is related to a witch.

My mother couldn't be sisters with a witch. She constantly preaches about the importance of praising God and casting out those who do harm to our Savior. Hell, she named me Eden. Eden as in first-ever-woman-made-from-the-rib-of-man Eden. To be fair, my full name is Eden Blackwood-Holt. I should have seen this coming. But my mother, in a family with a witch! I never in a million years would have guessed that.

But this morning, at exactly 9:38 am, the doorbell rang. And my old life of praying and worshipping came to a screeching holt.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 18, 2018 ⏰

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