A witch's tale (The witch chronicles, book 1)

Prolog

It's been a nice life for me, a small town girl who likes to do normal things like everyother girl in this funny town. Its been an amazing life, of course, I've never experienced anyother type of life. This is mainly because my mother is almost never here and too lazy to take me anywhere. So, since I was young , I've always had to take care of myself. Then, one day some elf-eared man came at my house rang at the door bell and asked for me, this was the day that my life got messed-up. When that man in the black suit with an imitation of Elvis Presleys hair-cut came in my home and didn't even bother for asking where my mother was (she was at the bar), he just took a visual sweep of the house and then of me. I can guess what he seen; a regular old looking house with antique wood funiture and a blonde girl with fair-ish skin with dark green eyes and who's short-ish; a girl who wears faded jeans, a black tanktop with a blue open blouse, a nice pair of black laced boots, and who's hair is in a loose bun. Basicly, he sees a 15 year old girl in a grand-parent home.
"You are Miss Phoebe Mitcht, I presume?" He asked without even looking at me and he had a tone that just meant he wanted in and out ASAP.
"Yes, who's asking?" I told him stiffly. I didn't want him in here as much as he didn't want to be here.
"I'm asking." He said with some look of frustration. "I'm here to send you a message-"
"You're who?" I said as I cut him off.
"I'm Heckilo Grandimir, the school's messenger/teacher and I'm also your legal gardien-" He continued but then got cut off again.
"You're not my legal gardien, my mom is." I told him.
"No, she's your foster mother, your real mother was a strong woman and a very powerful witch. Your father was a brave man and a powerful worlock, who was also my brother. They are legends but they perrished in a fire and you were only a few days old and then, you were sent to a foster home. We didn't know if you had your powers yet, let alone having discovered them. You are the only heir, Pheobe Dareskestia, is your real name." He told me as he started to tear up. Real tuff.
"So, what I'm grasping is that your my oncle, my parents are dead, I come from a very stong bloodline, my name is Pheobe Dareskestia and I'm a witch." I said as I was still trying to see if it was true or all just a funny illusion.
"True, now go pack, I'm taking you to Dust Academy". He said.
With that I did as he said and went to my room and started packing for my new life with my "oncle".

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