The Children Of Thornhallow

Chapter 9: Catalina Mune

My name is Catalina Mune I was born to Lena and Jace Mune. I was a bright young child who saw the world as one big playground. My older brother Roman was my best friend, the one person who really understood me even when my parents couldn't.

I was a kid who loved to do anything and everything, my life was just one giant compilation of random facts and activities. Life was great. I had a loving family, Roman and I were super close and just when I thought things couldn't get better, a girl by the name of Rose befriended me.

Rose was a weird one. She was drawn to bugs and adventure, she dressed in dark colors and rarely talked to others, but Rose and I clicked as if we had known each other for years. We shared everything with one another. Everything except for the one thing that could completely demolish our young lives as we knew it. Rose belonged to a family of witches.

It cleared a lot of things up I still had a hard time believing it. I did something I regret to this day. I made her prove it. So Rose did the only thing she could think of. She casted a spell on a flower causing it to die right before her eyes. I was fascinated. That was all it took to get me to follow down the same path. My seventeenth summer, Rose and her entire family, or should I say coven, disappeared. I took it extremely hard. It felt as though I had lost a piece of myself. Not only was she my best friend but her family was the only connection to the world of witchcraft I had adopted. As a result, I took to doing anything to keep my mind off of things. Anything to distract myself from the gaping loss I felt.

I started hanging out with the girls that messed with Rose and I as children. It was repulsive but I was angry. I thought how could she just abandon me like this. I stopped talking to Roman. He was off somewhere in Europe for college so it was easy. I just stopped replying. Later, when I was stable, I would learn that would be one of my deepest regrets.

When none of that satisfied me, I turned to dancing. And for a while, the attention I got from twirling around that infamous pole was enough to curb my hunger for human interaction. But only for a little while. One of my colleagues broke her leg. I drove her to the hospital and THAT is where my real passion lied. With the patients on the bed how just needed some companionship.