HELLO MY BADASS READERS! IT FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME SINCE I UPDATED THIS STORY! ANYWAY... I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS STORY AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING IT!
P.S THERE IS A PICTURE OF ANNABETH ON THE RIGHT SIDE ;)
P.P.S I AM IMAGINING MUTEMATH'S SONG: SPOTLIGHT AS MY INSPIRATION FOR THIS CHAPTER! YOU SHOULD DEFFO LISTEN TO IT! IT'S AWESOME!
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2
NORMAL
I woke up at the midst of dawn—unable to move myself. My body tried to flex itself but not even a muscle could move. I finally opened my eyes. Merely looking at the ceiling, trying to see something manageable. I wonder how this day would go. Just study that’s all. Track all afternoon. Follow the mark of the deadly witches. I wonder how we will ever going to defeat them. Maybe getting killed. I guess that I am kind of ready. Death. To face it doesn’t even mean anything to me. I faced it a lot of times. Only saved by fate. I have lived my life so far and I guess when my time is up, it’s up. There is nothing anyone can do about it.
I stood there. Body aching. Muscles flaming. Eyes burnt by the scorching sun from the perfectly still curtains, screeching in inside the huge room. Suddenly, my stomach’s rumbling bewildered me. I remembered that I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday lunch. I had to pass on dinner because I was too exhausted to eat anything. I tried to take a deep breath and I could smell bread and some eggs downstairs. I laughed lightly and tried to get up from my bed. My body was stiff when I started to get up. My knuckles suddenly started cracking. I haven’t even been this stiff before. I groaned in disbelief. I went hurriedly downstairs not bothering to make my bed—something I have never done before. My lungs were filled with a breathtaking smell of the eggs and bread. Of course with my stomach churning, anything could fill my appetite. I dug on the food without even thinking. I was too hungry to even care about it. Suddenly, Annabeth snorted.
“Don’t be such a pig, Katerina,” She sarcastically said. I quickly swallowed my food and scowled at her.
“Hey! It’s not my fault that I am so hungry,” I demanded.
“Actually it is,” She snapped back. “And you didn’t even greet us a good morning”
“I don’t care, you ruined my morning” I jokingly said but caved. “Good morning”
Zofia and Annabeth both snorted but Aunt Mildred just laughed. I realized that Zofia was reading the town newspaper. I pointed at the headline.
“What’s that?” I asked her.
“There’s been an attack”
“Where?”
“In the woods” She answered. “The founding families are panicking. However, they still don’t know if the bodies are a work of a witch”
“Why?” Annabeth asked.
“Because all of the bodies suffered major blood loss. With scratches and no trace of energy consumption”
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The Cloak and Daggers of Witchcraft
Roman pour Adolescents"Everything about this night will change. Everything about me will change. My name is Katerina Conte I have only one secret left to keep. I am a witch." You pass by us without noticing our real selves. You assume that we're human. We're not. In 1735...
