29 April 2012
They were all sitting quietly each lost in their own thought when they heard a knock on the door and Lorraine, Mercedes's grandmother walked in. At 85 she didn't look a day older than 70, her skin a shiny deep chocolate colour with wrinkles caused by too many smiles and laughter, she was small and yet exuded an aura of importance and wisdom. Her eyes usually full of laughter and mischief were serious and full of questions. She sat on the rocking chair inane fixed her eyes on Mercedes, "tell me everything" her voice gentler than expected and Mercedes explained about the nightmares, the laughter, the fear and the feeling of being watched, old Lorraine listened her frown deepening until her brows seemed kitted together. Once Mercedes finished everyone was quite then Lorraine broke the silence. "her powers have flowered, very strong powers too it seems. And they couldn't appear at a greater time. It seems evil is ahead and close"
"powers?" asked Mercedes
"magical powers, premonition to be exact"
"our family is gifted sweetheart" her father said as if that would have made things more realistical.
Mercedes looked around the room her eyes settling on every member of her family and by their grave expressions on their faces she realised this was reality. She was a witch.
"I can't be a witch" said Mercedes trying to deny what she knew was the truth.
"focus on this apple" said Nikita placing an apple in front of her. "imagine it floating"
Mercedes did so and the apple vibrated ad then heavily lifted itself from the ground overinflated about half an inch from the floor before falling back down, magically.
"Oh my God" whispered Mercedes " and everyone in this family can do it?"
"In different ways" explained her father before flicking his index finger and making the apple float again, once the apple touched the floor again Kelly waved her hand delicately and the apple floated following her hands movements, the apple's graceful dance was stopped by Nikita who called out apple and grabbed it as it floated in her outstretched palm, but as soon as it did it turned into white smoke and reappeared into Lorreine's hand. "enough" she said with a smile "usually when a new witch shows her powers we celebrate, and as happy as I am that you have shown them I can't help but worry. This laugh, it's not in your head Mercedes, it's warning you. The nightmares were visions, and the feeling of being watched its real, it sounds to me as if you were all very lucky tonight, whatever is after you must have not known about the other witches in the house" she explained.
"but what is it?" asked Mercedes and "what does it want?"
Her grandma's expression became graver than before "I can't be sure but it sounds like its a dark witch or a warlock if it's male. And it wants your powers"
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