The Rescue Mission Saga: Rescue Mission: Zavrina Bennett

Mary and Arissa Bennett

Arissa Bennett was like most high school seniors. She cared about friends and making the most of her last year in high school. Her life hadn't been without difficulty. Her father left when Arissa was barely a year old and it had taken her a long time to understand that he wasn't coming back.

Arissa's mother, Mary, a short and curvy woman with a short bob that she keeps dyed her natural black color and light brown eyes, had made sure that her daughter was well versed in the Bennett family history. She knew of Emily and other powerful witches of her line. Mary knew that Arissa was proud to b a Bennett witch but she was sure her young daughter didn't grasp the responsibility and honor of what being a Bennett witch truly was.

Arissa arrived home visibly shaken. Her long black hair was windswept, her slender five foot six frame covered in goose-pimples and her hazel eyes troubled. She had been in the woods practicing channeling when she's felt a jolt of power. She didn't know what was happening so she rushed home hoping her mother could explain.

She found her mother in her bedroom in the midst of motion. It dawned on Arissa that her mother was packing. Momentarily shocked Arissa was silent. Then she spoke,

"Mom, what's going on?"

"Arissa, go pack. Don't ask questions," Mary Bennett said not stopping her packing.

"Mom. Something wrong. When I was in the woods something happened," she started.

"Arissa! Go pack! Now!" her mother said loudly. Arissa flinched in response. Her mother never yelled at her. She backed from her room and entered her own room across the hall. She sat on the bed silently refusing to do anything until her mother explained what was happening. When Mary finished her packing, she darted across the hall to check on the progress of her daughter. She was shocked when she entered the room to find Arissa obstinately sitting on the bed she hadn't packed a single bag. "Arissa, I told you to pack," Mary said quietly trying to hold in her anger.

"I know. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on," Arissa said folding her arms.

"I do not have time for you to be a typical teenager. Do what I say and pack. It is not up for debate. We have a plane to catch," Mary said giving her daughter a hard look before she left the room.

Arissa knew she could her mother to bend. Her tough guy routine was just an act. She rose from her bed and instead of packing she sat at her laptop and starting IMing her friends. She was deep into her conversation when her mother opened her door again.

"Arissa, pack your grim..." the last word died on Mary's tongue. She could not believe that Arissa had blatantly defied her. She was very angry and she channeled it into her magic. Arissa's dresser drawers began to open and close, the lights began to flicker. Arissa was shocked she had never seen her mother display her magic in that way. She smiled proudly that her mother's magic was so strong. The smiled died on her lips when she saw the anger on her face.

"Mom, calm down," Arissa yelled over the noise in the room. Mary looked at Arissa and the room instantly calmed with no indication that anything had happened. "Wow!"

"Arissa, I am not going to tell you again. Pack a bag and bring your grimoire," Mary said her eyes still flashing with anger.

"Ok, but overreact much," Arissa muttered.

"Did it ever occur to you that this is an emergency? Or were you too wrapped up in yourself to notice my sense of urgency? Grow up Arissa. Everything is not about you. Hurry up! I'm going to ward the house; meet me in the car. Don't make me come back inside,' Mary said on her way from the bedroom.