A Touch of Magic| J. Hale

I want to tell you the story of my people. We have been around since the beginning of time, always whispered about, but never brought to light. We were gifted with the ability to harness the earth's energies and entrusted to protect it at all costs.

Witches is what most would call us, but we simply see ourselves as children of Mother Earth, ready to do whatever it takes to protect her. We have learned all of her secrets and they are passed down through the generations; from elders to those ready to carry on our traditions. We are friends to all except those who wish to defy the laws of nature and break the natural cycle of life and death. Our blood is the sweetest of nectars to those who have broken nature's laws, yet fatal to those who attempt to take without consent, which is generally the only way, for no child would ever consent since it's seen as the greatest betrayal.

The world believes magic, the supernatural, urban myths and legends are just figments of imagination, conjured up to make bedtime stories more exciting. Those who are smart understand that every bedtime story was partially based off of some reality. I for one know for a fact that magic exists. It's impossible to not understand this concept when you've grown up in a coven of witches.