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Ophelia

Surrounded. My coven closing in. They weren't many of us but they seemed to multiply. All of them were chanting. Traitor! Scum! I felt my throat close. Tighter and tighter. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream.

I woke dry heaving and coughing. Another nightmare I reminded myself. I glanced out my window to see the smiling faces of the other witches and warlocks in my coven. It sent a shiver down my spine. I knew the nightmares weren't real but it still shook me up. I set up and stretched my arms out with a yawn. I threw off the covers on my bed and climbed out. My pale white feet touched to cold wood floors of my bedroom. I walked over to my big wooden wardrobe. It was my grandmother's. I let out a pained sigh. I missed her so much. She was charged with witchcraft and hung when I was only seven years old. That's why the coven moved to the outside of town near the forest. We could practice freely away from the Church. I rummaged through my dresses looking for one to wear. Perfect. I picked up a white dress and a red sash to tie around it. I put on my dress and wrapped my sash around my waist. I looked up at the mirror on my vanity. I grabbed my hair brush and brushed out my short black hair. Make them proud. I perfectly winged my eyeliner and then placed a smile on my face. Word got around that Apollo,a warlock boy from my coven, was going to ask my father's permission to court me. I don't really care for the boy but his father is well known and loved for his book store. I go there often to get books to study new spells and cook
books, or at least that is what my parents think I'm doing. I sit at a old wooden table in the back of the store and read mortal stories. Stories filled with knights, dragons, and princesses. One day I almost missed dinner because I stayed there reading so late. When I returned home my father yelled " You shouldn't spend all your time reading! You should be married! You should have kids so the coven can survive!" I know he means well but that life isn't what I want. I want adventure, but this is where I'm meant to be. With my people. With my family. With my father. I walked out of my bedroom and down the hall.
"You're finally up" my mother said clearly panicked
"Well good morning to you too" I said with a laugh trying to break the air.
"Stop joking Ophelia. You will become a bride today. A wife. A mother" she said sternly
"Mother it is only courting we can call it off anytime. Anyways it's only rumors, he won't ask to court me."
I love my mother more then words could say but forcing being a wife and mother on me is kind of annoying. My mother was a bride at only sixteen years old. She had me at eighteen and my brother, Jonas at twenty-one. She knew the coven was dying out because of the mortals. They came after us one by one. They said we cursed them and had demons possess them. Yeah right. Like any witch of warlock would waste their magic on those idiots.

"Ophelia!" I heard Jonas yell.

"Good morning Jonas" I smiled. I saw him stick his head. My brother was tall lanky boy with shaggy black hair. He was very introverted and kept to himself. He was handsome though. He had beautiful green eyes,freckles, and a strong chin. I wondered why he didn't have a girl to court yet. I'm sure any girl he asked would argue. I suppose he is just too shy.

"Did he ask you yet?" Jonas ask basically hiding behind the book he was holding.

"Really? You too?"I asked

"I love you sis but I think mom is right you should marry soon. You will be sixteen the next full moon." Jonas replied taking a few steps closer

"He's not asking to court me, and if he does I'll say no" I said sternly.

"Just think about it dear, think about our coven's future" my mom begged

I rolled my eyes."Good day to you two " I said walking out our future door.