Season Wielders

| Chapter 1 |

| October 28, 2018 |

I'm bored so here's a new chapter xD

(Crystal Watson above. At least, how I picture her to look when she gets a little older and more mature ;) Credit to artist for the picture!)

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| Chapter 1 |

I remember from a young age how overprotective my mother was. And for some reason, I didn't mind. It was like I was appreciative for my mother watching out for me. As if I was deprived that from a life before. Not that I believed in it or anything. It was just the sense I got.

I remember always wanting to explore the world around me, even though we lived in a secluded area near the woods. I remember my mother telling me it was dangerous. All sorts of sickness and diseases were out there, waiting to attack me.

I also remember on my fifth birthday, my grandmother from supposedly my dad's side, came to live with us. I remember feeling suspicious because I've never heard of her before and she suddenly showed up in our lives...five years after her son disappeared from our lives. At least I had a cute little owl ring that was left behind from him. But that was all I had.

(A/N: The ring is actually mine ^^ Got it as a birthday gift from my sister :P)

But most importantly, I remember how everything began to feel different when I hit my sixteenth birthday.

I was standing in my room, looking at my reflection in my full length mirror. I stood in just my undergarments, taking in my slightly pudgy stomach and the length of my legs. I wasn't tall by any means. I was barely over five feet in height. But I did appear curvaceous, if I lost my extra belly fat.

It was my sixteenth birthday and I wasn't sure what to expect. I always read books about how special a sweet sixteen was and looking at myself then, I didn't feel any special. I looked the same. In my awkward teenage looks-- acne, untameable hair, a nose too big for my face.

With a sigh, I went to my closet and pulled out an oversized knit sweater and black tights with a pair of fuzzy socks. It was the start of winter which awesome for me. My mother says I was born exactly on my due date which was the first day of winter, or December 21 to be exact.

I tried brushing my hair only to have it poof out around my head like a lion's mane. I always knew my hair was weird. It was neither straight, nor curly. Didn't even wave unless I washed my hair and put it in braids or curlers.

With a sigh, I grabbed my hair in my hands, at least thankful for its thickness, and struggled to put it in a bun. When that was done, I let out a sigh of relief then walked out of my room and down the hall.

I smelled bacon and grinned, letting my nose lead me to where the kitchen was, even though I can walk around the house blindfolded and still know what room I was in. I peeked around the corner and saw my mother standing over the stove, a light blue apron around her waist. Her brown hair, similar to mine, was up in a messy bun, strands of hair around her face.

My grandmother was over the sink, washing pans and bowls. She wore her classic black apron and her salt and pepper hair was up in a standard neat bun. It was always so tight, I wondered how she had any hair left.

"Good morning Crystal. And happy birthday," my mother greeted as she looked up from the stove, a grin on her face. I grinned and decided to enter the kitchen.

"Morning mom. Hi gran," I greeted back as I joined my mom at the counter.

"Good morning," my grandmother replied as she peeked over her shoulder. A quick smile graced upon her lips before it disappeared. The briefest smile ever. And it was okay. Because grandma rarely smiled.

"Crystal dear, please set the table for us. I know it's your sweet sixteen and all but your grandmother and I have our hands full," my mother gently commanded as she gestured to the area in front of her.

"Sure thing," I answered as I walked to the cabinets and grabbed three plates. I set them on the table then followed it up with forks and glass cups. I had noticed a pitcher of fresh orange juice and a jug of apple juice on the counter next to the fridge.

My mother then put a steaming plate piled with bacon on the table and my grandmother followed it up with a bowl of scrambled eggs, a plate stacked with French toast, and a bottle of maple syrup. That woman was a super for all I knew. My mother finished off with the pitchers of apple and orange juice.

As we ate, we talked about moments from my childhood and I laughed at half the things I either said or did and the other half I blushed and wished for those memories to die with this family.

"Crystal, I have something special for you," my grandmother finally said once we finished. "Follow me and then we'll come back and help your mother clean up," she added as she stood up and tucked her chair in. I followed suit without question. She sounded so serious.

I then marched after her towards her bedroom. I hardly went in there. But it was as pristine as I expected it to be. Also bare of any personal belongings. The only things I picked up were her silver hair brush, a photo of us three in a black picture frame, and a necklace on her desk.

She went to said desk and opened the only draw in it. She reached in and pulled out a thin, brown, hard covered journal. She looked at it fondly before sliding her hand over the cover. She then faced me and approached me, the book carefully placed in her hand.

"This now belongs to you," my grandma told me as she stretched her hands out. I gingerly took the journal from her hold.

It was surprisingly heavier than it looked. "Why is it so heavy?" I asked as I looked it over. There was no title.

"Read it. You'll see that it's filled with heavy words," my grandmother replied and I nodded at her cryptic response. It was always that way with her. But it made sense once the time came.

"Alright then. Thank you gran," I thanked as I hugged her, careful with how I held the book in my hand. And that was the start of how my life began to shift.

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And so begins Crystal's story. Hope y'all enjoyed it! If you have any questions, feel free to ask away! I will do my best to answer ^.^ 

Thanks again for reading! Till next chapter!