Book Of The West: Denver

- Chapter 1 1/2 -

Denver's Room, 12th September, 6:30

The loud punk music crept out of the room, the loud bass shook the second floor of the little house.
As she got ready for school the young lady danced through her space, catching glimpses of her half naked flesh in the mirror as she turned. It was the 12th September, her mothers birthday and also the day that she will prove herself in front of the elders in their circle.

She wasn't scared of what was to come.
Why should she? There was nobody around her who did as well at summoning as she did. But that was also where the fun ended.
The only subjects she excelled at were summoning and teleportation which,
in their essence, weren't all that different. Then again, Denver didn't really do that much at school anyway.

"DENVER, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT, COME DOWN HERE!", yelled her mother from downstairs. Her voice boomed louder than Denver's speakers but how could speakers even match the volume of a pissed off witch with an amplifier spell.
Oh, shit. "COMING!"
Turning down the music the young witch stormed down the stairs.
"What's up mum?", she asked while grabbing an apple from the fruit basket.
"Dear please wear something more than underwear and socks."
"You told me to come down though so its not my fault." She muttered between her chewing.
Sighing the elder witch took a seat on her armchair and watched on as her adopted daughter devoured the red fruit.

"You gonna tell me what's up now mum?" asked Denver with impatience.
It was getting a bit chilly in her getup.
"As you know, today is my birth-"
"Ah, sure. Happy birthday mum!" She casually interrupted.
Her mum send her a warning glare before continuing.
"Yes, my birthday and also your circle examination. I wanted to give you some words of encouragement but seeing how calm you are right now, I don't think you will need them.
Don't forget what you learned.
Today will decide your future in the coven.
Oh, and not to forget, we might find out what exactly you are today as well!"

It was no secret that Denver was not really Orellia's biological daughter. She was actually the daughter of her best friend who died in the War of Bats a few months after little Denver was born.
Gwendolyn, Denver's mother, never revealed who or what exactly her husband was, so they never really knew what other race Denver belonged to.
They did countless blood tests but nothing really came of it as the portions turned black and vaporized. It seemed as though Gwendolyn knew that others would try to guess who Denver really was, so she protected the infant with a very powerful spell.
After a few months of testing the elders got tired and gave the child to Orellia, who then became Denver's new mother.

"Hmm, to be honest, I totally forgot about that. I'm actually more interested on what will creep out of the summoning circle. What if a grand demon crawls out?
Imagine me with a grand demon as companion. Kinda cool."
Orellia chuckled at her darling Denvers vivid imagination.
"Now go child, get ready for school. You need to be back by 18 o'clock."
"Sure thing!"
Denver hopped off the counter and ran up the stairs. The booming of punk music ran through the hallway again.
Adorned with layers of chains upon chains on an oversized black cloak the young witch took her book-bag and ran out of the little villa.

Living on the outskirts of the town had its perks but also its disadvantages.
On the upside there was peace and endless room for experimentation, rituals and what not.
On the downside however was that everything was further away than one would like,
which means it would take longer to get from A to B and that meant that Denver might be late to class again.
Would she rather live in the town then? NOPE. She bloomed in the environment her mother created for her. Who cares if she was late to classes anyway, its not like the teachers didn't know that she would have her examination today.
Surely they will let her off this one time, right?

"Denver Sephiran, you are late. Again." The teacher grunted through gritted teeth. The young lady was notorious for constantly being late.
"I'm sorry Ms. Bloodwood, my mother and I were going over our preparations for tonight."
ms. Bloodwood had a hard time not yelling at Denver, so she tightly gripped her spell book and let the girl pass her.
"Damn girl. When will you ever be punctual."
Whispered Chay as Denver went to sit next to her.
"I was even late to my own birth, don't think that will change anymore."
It's true, she was born three days after the estimated birth date. At least that meant she was born under a blood moon and which witch didn't love having strange phenomenons linked to her.
"Denver, you were already late. At least shut your mouth and listen, will you?"
Denver just nodded and shortly after dosed off.

"Bitch, if you don't get your ass moving we will be late for the casting class."
"Girl, who cares."
"NU-UH, NOT HAVING THAT!" Knowing her friends lazy nature she gripped her wrists and dragged her to Prof. Brawelier's lesson.
Prof. Brawelier smiled a soft smile when he saw the odd pair walking through the door.
"Ladies, good to see you. Denver, how are you feeling? Nervous about tonight?"
Denver just shrugged and smiled, her best friend just rolling her eyes.
"You have a mouth, at least give him a verbal answer."
"Why, he understood me though. Right, Prof. Brawelier?"
This time it was the professors time to shrug and smile as he chuckled at the girls antics.
Then the bell rung. Everyone went around the big circle that was painted on the floor.
"Today we will be learning a lightning spell. I want every one of you to try it out so please pay attention or you might get hurt and I will lose my job."
The class laughed as they knew that he would never be fired, even if he killed a student.
Its true, he was the nephew of the Grandmother of the coven.
"Torben, come forward. You haven't been our lab rat in a while.
Now stand here and hold your hand like this. No, ah yes, correct."
It took a while for Torben to get into the right positioning as he was rather nervous.
"Okay Torben, what the spell will do is create powerful lightning, which is why you should aim for the stacks of hey over there. I want you to suck the energy out of this pot of soil. Got it?"
The boy nodded.

"Alright, then please Speak after me. Reparmus Elementictus."
"Reparmus Elementictus!"
Torben yelled as a bright beam of light hit the stack of hay, burning it into ashes.
The bucket of soil however remained the same, instead black tendrils were growing underneath Torbens' skin. He had failed to use the soils energy and instead had to pay the price with his body.
The young lad screamed bloody murder as the tendrils kept growing until Prof. Brawelier grabbed the pained boys hand with his right and the bucket of soil in his left transferring the tendrils from the host into the bucket until the bucket sprouted a flower and until every bit of black matter exited Torbens body.

"And this is why you need the bucket of soil. Next!"

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Hey hey~ I hope you enjoyed the first half of the chapter.
English is not my first language, so I hope that you all can help me by pointing out my mistakes.
I will post the next half after I get some feedback.
Until then~

Love, this Betch ;)