The Cloak and Daggers of Witchcraft

Cloak and Daggers of Witchcraft - Chapter 1

HEY GUYS! JUST TO LET YOU ALL KNOW, THIS IS MY NEW STORY AND I HOPE THAT ALL OF YOU CAN FIND IT INTERESTING :D I STARTED WRITING THIS ABOUT A YEAR AGO AND I NEVER HAD THE NERVE TO PUBLISH IT... ANYWAY... HERE'S THE FIRST CHAPTER...

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HOME

The three of us packed our things quietly and rode our cars to Canada; Willow Danvers is just 100 miles north from Toronto.

I didn’t even know that the blacks were coming back. It was unexpected. The drive to Canada was just eleven hours but in my time, we can reach it in 9 hours without stopping for gas. I rode my Mercedes Benz for 9 hours until I reached our destination. The sign that says Welcome to Willow Danvers does it all. I panicked slightly and gripped the stirring wheel harder. We reached the middle of the town just in time. Almost all of the teenage guys and girls are in there. Just like my age but not like me. I’m frozen forever at seventeen. I reached my full potential in such a young age. Annabeth reached hers at nineteen while Zofia, twenty-one. I still remember the excruciating pain that woke me up at night. I never expected to reach my full potential at such a young age. Annabeth told me it was just a work of fate. But in my mind, it was neither a work of fate or luck. It purely reminded me that, unless I find someone to love, I would still be stuck in that age.

We passed the middle of the town, everybody looked at our direction. It was exactly because of our cars. Mine is a Mercedes Benz while Annabeth’s is a Porsche and Zofia’s is a Ferrari. We placed a great deal of money from these cars. Just old money. We had a lot of it for a couple of decades. We didn’t even need to worry about financial problems. We own a large company in the U.S. with one family knowing our secret. The company is successful and we also own a bunch of restaurants. There are only two families who know our secret in the business world. They are well trusted—at least for Annabeth and Zofia—and in return, they are protected. We stopped by my old century house. It was large. It was quite a mansion when I was here in Willow Danvers. We have another family who knows our secret in here but now, only my Aunt Mildred is keeping the place in great shape. She must have heard our cars from outside because just as the three of us were getting our things from our cars, she burst outside hugging each one of us.

“Welcome home!” she exclaimed. She invited the three of us inside.

As I entered the house that belonged to me, I remembered everything that happened in here. This house was built a century after the incident. Everything was still here. All the books, all the decorations. You can even smell the centuries aligning up. I remember when I used to visit here. All the talking and all the reunion. It was filled with such great memories.

“It is a good thing you’re here girls.” Aunt Mildred said with such great reassurance.

“We came as soon as we heard the news,” Annabeth—who was looking at the small crystals on display—said.

“How long have they been in here?” Zofia asked.

“About a week and a half” Aunt Mildred answered thoughtfully.

            She escorted us into our rooms. Mine was the usual. It has silk sheets, its own bathroom; everything was quite as I remembered. Next, Aunt Mildred escorted Annabeth and Zofia to their own rooms and I was left all alone in my room sitting on my bed. I traced my hand on the silk sheets in my bed. It felt nice. My room has this whole old vibe into it. There is this desk where I write about stuff. A lampshade bought in the civil war. A drawer—back in the renaissance period—where I keep some private stuff. I also have my own built in walking closet full of clothes from known stylists. Some from different places around the world. Everything was just perfect. I sat on my bed thinking about everything that is happening. How will we stop the darks? What will happen if they are more powerful than us? Was there any way to stop them?