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Truce

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✨Johansson's POV✨

Seven years old

"Mommy, why can't I play with all the other witches?"

"Because your a boy and witches are girls. Now go do your chores."

"Okay mommy."

Twelve years old

"Mommy, mommy look! I can smash this rock and not touch it!" The little boy used all the force in his body to smash a rock he placed on his mother's work. The rock smashed but his mother was furious.

"Magic isn't for boys Johansson!"

"But mommy I just did it and-"

*slam* She slammed her fist and tears started to well in his eyes. He ran ran off and hid in his room.

Nineteen years old

"RUN!!"

"AHHH!!" The village was on fire and everyone was in a haste to flee from the men who travelled from the near village. The now young man stood over his sisters to protect them. One of the men took his bow and shot Johansson in his leg. He released a fierce scream in pain and reached out for his sisters who he say were dragged away. His mother left and abandoned them. The village continued to burn around him. The flames were about to engulf him when he released a barrier to protect him. He cried until the blood loss knocked him unconscious.

Present

It took me awhile but I finally gathered enough flowers for their graves.

"Another! Another!" Children? There haven't been people here since last year. Is someone trespassing again? With one more step I saw a group of children hiding behind a single woman. Wow...she's....

My heart started to pound so loud I almost didn't sense the tree about to fully collapse on me. I waved my hand and the tree now was branch. I watched as she ran inside my house with the kids.

This beautiful red haired woman is my other half! I finally him. The way her no...no...she made that tree fall. I'm sure of it but I didn't sense any witchcraft. I looked at the branch and back to were the tree once stood. Slash marks were there but they were so thin, no blade cause this, more like air. Maybe she's an elemental. Only maybe because they're rare. You hardly see any because you know...witch hunts.

I took steps towards my house and placed a barrier around the house. I slowly opened my door and stepped in. The fireplace still holding a small glow. Probably recently used. I took a look around and noticed a couple of bags in the corner.

"You do know trespassing into someone's home is bad right?"

Silence...

"It's not very nice of you to make that tree fall on me. Especially since this whole land was my village." I rested my bouquet of tulips on the kitchen table and started to stack up the used bowls that laid about. I can sense five people try to sneak up from behind me. Seriously all I wanted to do was to get to know more about these foriegn group but I can't even get that?! "Oh Hecate!"

Before they got any closer I silently whispered a freezing spell with a wave of my hand , I swiftly turned around and admire my new spell. It worked quite well. A pair of small fists started to hit me. A small boy with red hair like the girl stood before me. I was amused and perplexed. He's smaller yet he jumps into the line of power to defend his look alike. Just like when I... Very odd indeed.

I froze him and looked into his frighten eyes. I placed out my fingers and pointed it at each other. Saying another silent spell. Sparks of electricity started to form at my finger tips and the other children leaped into action to protect the boy. I sighed out loud and shook my head.

"I'm not going to hurt them or him or her. I'm just going to turn on my lights." I imitated a gun with my hand and fired little shots of electricity into the light bulbs that stationed around the room.

Their eyes light up with excitement, probably thinking that it's just a show. I suddenly remebered the frozen statues.

"Oh right. Reverse." I waved my hand and the frozen figures fell onto the floor. Well the rest. I couldn't afford my mate getting harmed. Before she fell, I caught her and smirked.

"My name is Johansson Churchill. How about we call this a truce."