My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Fourteen

After we got back to the manor, I changed into my favorite flannel pajama pants, accompanied with a singlet and a hoodie.

I made my way down the stairs to the lounge, where we were having a meeting on the events that had just occurred. The lounge was a big room of to the right of the foyer with the same colour scheme as my room. Big comfortable couches and chairs, all black, red and white. Some floral, some block colors and some stripped. They all matched or tied into the decor.

Frost sat on a black couch, blending in the top half of him with the loose black sweater he was now wearing. He paired the sweater with a pair of faded ripped jeans. I hardly ever saw him out of his tidy guard clothes. It was a nice sight.

Cain spilled his tall frame over a lazy boy chair. He didn't change his pants but slipped on a slim fitting, baby blue, long sleeved top. He had tied his hair back into a ponytail as much as he could. It was still unruly from sleep, only a shower would fix it.

His father sat on the couch next to the lazy boy with Evelyn. They both still looked half asleep in their pajamas and messy bed hair. Andrew, Cain's father, was built just like him. Tall, muscular and tanned. His hair was cropped short, so that if he did have curls, you couldn't tell. His eyes were just as startling as Cain's, but a deeper blue. The curious thing was that his accent was all English, not Irish like Cain's. Maybe later I can ask Cain why that was.

I took a seat next to Frost, so I could see the rest of the room. It wasn't just so I could sit next to him, though, I wouldn't complain.

We hadn't needed to pull anyone out of bed, the explosion had woken everyone in the manor. Frost and Cain had explained as much as they could and ensured the others that everything was ok.

Andrew and Evelyn stayed while everyone else went back to bed or on guard. Flynn, who was on the graveyard shift, was the first one to meet them in the bush. But Cain was able to get him to hold everyone back, for my sake.

Andrew lent forward to look at me. "We need to find out what happened tonight," he said.

"How?" I asked.

"We need to know what you saw in you dream. What happened?" asked Evelyn.

I turn to her. "I didn't see anything. It was just darkness."

"Was there anything else? It couldn't have been just darkness that made you come into near full power." she said.

"Full power?"

"Yes full power. You haven't quite reached it and who's to know that you could do that again for some time if ever. I have only read about one witch that was able to do what you have done tonight and that was Madeline, The Last Witch."

"I have only just found out that I am a witch, how can I almost be in full power?" I asked, I was feeling a little confused and too tired to think straight.

"I am not sure, but I believe that you are very powerful. You may even be more powerful than your ancestor. It has been so long since there was a witch as great as you and her, that there isn't much to go on. But for you to be able to manipulate your earthbound energy like that, for the first time, something would of had aggravated it. That is why we need to know what happened in your dream," said Evelyn.

I sat back, my eyes heavy and my body shaken. "I was standing in the darkness, with the smell of smoke and burning flesh in the air. I was glowing and there was a copper flame swirling around my hands," I closed my eyes, picturing everything that happened.

I recounted it step by step, the smell, the screams, the energy and the flame. Evelyn frowned, rubbing her hands together. "Sounds similar to the memory of Madeline. She may have tapped into your dreams. That could also explain what happened tonight. She could have combined some of her spiritual power with you."

"So I haven't come into my full powers yet? It was just the combination of our powers? Why would she do that?"

"Sounds like she may be trying to tell you something," said Evelyn.

"But what?" I asked.

Evelyn shook her head. "I think that is something only you yourself can answer."

I nodded, but I still couldn't quite understand. How was I to find out what Madeline wanted? Would she visit me in my dreams again? I hope not. The last thing I want was to accidently blow up the manor. The bush was one thing, but who was to know that next time I won't just spontaneously combust in my bed.

Andrew stood in a fluid motion, gracefully stretching his tall frame. "I think we should all go back to bed, by the looks of it Varnie, you need to rest." He walked over towards the door before turning back to us. "We will discuss this further, later on in the day." He left, with Evelyn following closely behind.

I turned to Cain, who was watching me intently through the fallen strands of his blonde curls. "What do we do if she visits me in my dreams again?" I asked him.

"I was just thinking that. If Madeline really wants to tell you something, she may do it again, as soon as you go to sleep."

"She could sleep in my room Lycaon, I have a couch. That way I can keep an eye on her if anything was to happen," said Frost, straightening up in his seat, looking between Cain and me. His pale eyes watched everything, not missing a beat. It was why he was head of security. He was one of the youngest guards, apart from Flynn, but his attention to detail and exceptional combat skills pushed him ahead of the pack. He was also an alpha wolf, making him very powerful, and able to work on full moons.

Cain nodded. "Yes, Savannah can have your bed, you will have the couch." Frost nodded.

"No, I can take the couch. It's your bed," I argued.

"You need the better sleep so you will take the bed." I could tell by the way Cain stated it that there was no reasoning with him. I was to take the bed, and that was the end of that.