The Perfect Hybrid

CHAPTER XIV

Skylar

So apparently, I'm a witch.

I found out about it two days ago when my grandmother paid a visit.

"A witch?" I asked.

"Yes, a witch," she said. "A sorceress if you will."

My reply was between a stutter and something like "I-I..." It was pathetic, I know. "I don't believe it."

My grandmother rolled her eyes. "You are smarter than that. I gave you an initial explanation and you don't believe it."

Feeling a bit insulted, I raised my hands up in defense. "Hold up! Are you saying that you know magic?"

"I do magic, dear. There's a difference."

"So, what happened earlier was―"

"―not a trick? Yes."

"And you're saying that I am a witch as well."

"That is correct."

"Okay."

There was a pause before I started to chuckle. I get it now. This is either a joke or one of those dreams. My chuckle turned to giggles until it turned into a full-blown laughter at this realization.

"I don't see anything funny here," my grandmother said as I looked up to see her frowning at me. I sniffed and wiped the few tears that escaped my eyes.

"I am witch. Okay. Yeah, that's a good one, grandma."

"Why would I joke about that?"

"Grandma, I think pigs will learn how to fly first before I can do magic," I countered, getting tired of this conversation.

"Would you like to see some pigs fly?" she asked. "Would you like them to fly dead or alive?"

"Grandma..."

"You want a joke so I gave you one. Except when you chose, I will really do them."

"Grandma, if I am a witch, does that mean... are you saying that supernatural exist?"

"Of course. And vampires are always just lurking around the corner."

I scoffed at this. The world I am in is the real world. So, this is just a dream. It has to be. I was just too stressed with everything that has been going on and my nightmares are just being more and more creative.

"You are in denial. I can see it in your eyes," she said, looking directly into my eyes. "This is not a dream, Skylar."

"You can't blame me for not believing!" I said as I threw my hands up in the air. "This is absurd. There's no logic in your explanation."

"Magic does not need to have a logical explanation, dear."

"And I can't simply accept that all things are happening because of magic."

"Well then, deduce a logical explanation for the strange events that have happened," she challenged with arch of an eyebrow.

I clamped my mouth shut. I was trying to figure out an explanation for what happened the moment after I woke up.

My grandmother took a deep breath and stood in front of me, her handbag on her one hand while the other cupped my cheek.

"Here's a deal. I will give you a few days to take all the news in as well as for you to have your own logical explanation for the incident in the woods. You know where I live. You can pay me a visit once you have decided. But remember this: you have to think and decide fast. Time is no longer on our side."