The Protectors: New Generation Book 1

13 - A New Path - Michaela POV

I arrive at the shopping center drenched in sweat. This information better be worth the trip across the city.

Her questions start as soon as I arrive. She must be just as hot as I am.

"Do you believe in magic?" she asks, and I laugh.

Next I hear something that sounds like a chant, and some objects from inside the car start floating.  They come out of the car and fall to the ground.

I look from the car to the objects to Estel and back again. When I don't answer immediately, she starts chanting again. As she continues to chant, the bag on my shoulder comes flying off. I stare at my bag lying on the ground. Maybe I shouldn't doubt her claim about magic.

"Are you convinced?"

"I guess." I shrug, but maybe more out of habit than not believing her. Who wouldn't believe in things magical when they've seen what Estel just did?

"Your biological father was something we call a Protector."

Interrupting immediately, I ask, "Who's 'we'?"

She begins to tell me about a hidden island in the Atlantic Ocean created a little over 100 years ago.

"Okay, so my biological father was a witch?"

"Yes, he was a Spellcaster. His great-grandfather helped settle the island when it was created."

Nodding at her, she continues. "Your biological mother was something called an Elementalist. Her specialty was manipulating the earth element. She had two brothers, who were also Elementalists. Actually the Westlin family has a long history on Everling and most are Elementalists."

"So if my parents were these magical people, how come I'm not magical?"

"The short version is that before you were brought to the US, the Elders blocked your memories and your ability to use powers."

"Why would they do that?"

"Well, the magic is obvious, but you were four when your parents died, and you had potential for remembering them and remembering Everling. We couldn't risk bringing you here with memories of a hidden island. And before you ask, you were hidden because the rebellion wanted to kill all Protectors and their children. They succeeded in killing all the Protectors, sadly, but we hid the children until the rebellion could be pushed back and things settled."

"So, I'm not the only one?"

"No, there are four more in the States. Two of which are your cousins. And no it was too risky to have you adopted together. A girl, who just turned nineteen and a boy, who is nineteen."

"Can ya read minds?" I question.

She just laughs and shakes her head.

"I have something to show you before you make the decision on whether to be a Protector. You will have to train, and the Protectors job is to protect this special object. If you take the job, you will likely have to face the new rebellion that's formed to try and gain possession of the object. If you choose not to take the offer, your memories of magic and about the islands will be erased, but the items I am getting ready to hand you are yours to keep regardless."

She goes to the back of the car, and I narrow my eyes and pull my lips together.

"You can stand back, if you want."

Standing back, the lady opens the trunk of the car. Inside is an old wooden chest, and when she opens it, she reaches inside and pulls out three envelopes and two necklaces.

"These are for you to read later while you are making your decision. This necklace here belonged to your father and the other belonged to your mother. These are either a talisman or an amulet. Each powered by magic to do numerous things, that will only be explained in detail if you take the offer."