As the girls attempt to find the voice, they notice a black cat.
"Welcome to the Coven, Alissa," he spoke.
The girls(minus Vivian and Spencer) screamed and backed away.
"Who the HELL are you?!" Devon yelled as he approached closer.
"Relax, jeez," he replied. He began to transform in front of them.
As the girls watched, the talking cat became a young man, with night black hair and bright green eyes.
"My name is Alastair," he spoke. "I only come to talk to Alissa."
"What for?" Alissa walked forward.
"Well, it was supposed to be a secret, but you found out early."
"Pardon?"
"You are the descendant of a powerful witch. The power passed through the generations, just to land at you. It is your destiny to fight against the evil."
Alissa sat on Devon's porch, distressed. She couldn't be a witch, she's a waitress! And how would this affect college? She sighed, and she brings her head to her hand.
Devon walked out to the porch. She didn't say much, but she sat next to Alissa in support. Alissa put her head on Devon's shoulder.
The other girls came to sit with Alissa. She knew she wasn't alone. She just knew it would be tough. But she knew she'd get through it.
The next day, she took some time off of work to practice magic. Who'd knew that the overworked teen could be good at it?
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Short Stories: 10-31-18
Aktuelle LiteraturThese may be terrible, and some may not make sense, but enjoy 31 stories with mythical creatures and interesting plot lines. Some are long and some are short, but they could be interesting. Happy Halloween!
