Strange Fate

Strange Fate

The most important day of my life started just like any other. Ivy and I were discussing the side effects of her rare healing powers. Ivy, with her tumbleweed of golden blonde hair and mossy green eyes, was a witch. Hard to believe right? With her pale skin and angelic personality, you wouldn’t think she was a witch. Ivy is a good witch though. Her strongest power is healing, but it comes with a cost. When she heals somebody, she takes a little bit of her soul and puts it into them. The cost on her is it drives her insane and she has horrible depression. I made her vow not to use the powers, since the bad weighs out the good. Every witch has their strongest power, but they are still good in other practices. Ivy is too weak to do anything but heal, and the reason she can’t is because of the healing. So it’s my duty to protect her.

Why do I need to protect my best friend? She’s not the only witch. The other witches want her power, but they don’t believe or care about the side effects. If you kill a witch, you get his or her strongest power, which ultimately makes them a stronger witch. Now, let me tell you about Ivy’s home life. Her mother and father are still together. She’s an only child. Perfect life right? Except they don’t care one ounce about her. I’m the only one she has. She’s the only one I have. With a dead mother and a missing dad, and me only being seventeen, I live with my aunt. She and I don’t fight...but she isn’t a good mother. So Ivy and I depend on each other.

While Ivy reassured me she wasn’t getting more depressed, a thin brunette girl jumped out and tackled her. Instantly switching to fighting mode, I launched myself at the brunette. Knocking her off of Ivy, I landed on top of her, and gasped as a wave of pain crashed into me. Gasping for air, I struggled to keep her held down. She was a witch, and a strong one at that. My eerie blue eyes widen in pain, and my sleek black hair was wet with sweat. Obviously this one’s strongest power was some kind of pain inflicted with her mind. I gritted my teeth and Ivy, being an idiot, tried to help me. She was too weak to do any kind of magic, yet she points her dainty fingers on the brunette witch’s temples, closed her eyes, and tried to knock her out. It didn’t work. Ivy screamed as the brunette blasted her too, and that’s when I lost it.

IVYS POV

I was lying on the ground when I saw Roza on top of the brunette girl. I instantly knew she was a witch, since I’m a witch I can sense another’s presence. Rozas bright blue eyes were wide with pain and she struggles to keep the girl down. Her whole body was a shaking mess, and without thinking, I jumped up to help her. Placing my fingers on the girl’s temples and looking directly into her eyes, I gathered up all my strength and felt my blonde hair crackle with electricity and start to move, like it had its life of its own. I tried to knock the girl out, but I was too weak. That’s when the pain hit me. A million knives pierced every inch of my body, and I screamed in pure agony.

Jumping back from the girl, I saw Roza's eyes seem to glow. She always called them alien-like, but I thought they were absolutely breath-taking and gorgeous. Glaring down at the girl, she stopped shaking. Then, I sensed another witch. Looking around frantically, I saw no one. Then, I looked back to Roza as the truth hit me.

ROZAS POV

I felt the pain leave me. Not knowing how, I shoved it back into the girl, furious at her for hurting Ivy. Somehow I knew my already freaky blue eyes were even scarier now. I saw the girl’s body start twitching in pain, and smiled at the sight. Concentrating harder, I seeped my deadly poison into her body. That’s when Ivy wrenched me from the girl. I spun around, eyes still glowing with fury, ready to attack, when I saw her terrified expression. She immediately let go of me and pointed toward the motionless body on the floor. Oh god, I thought, is she dead? Did I kill her? Oh god, no, please, no.

The girl sat up, looked at me with a terrified expression, and vanished into thin air. I sighed in relief. She wasn’t dead. Now, I had another problem on my hands. How in the hell did I do that? Witches weren’t made, they were born. It’s genetic. You cannot be a witch if your parents were human. You could have one human parent, but the other had to be a witch or both had to. So that means either my Mom or my Dad is a witch, or they both were.

A million possibilities whirled around my head, and I looked desperately at Ivy. Her clear green eyes were clouded with confusion and shock, and her jaw was lying on the floor. Another thing is that witches can sense other witches, so how had Ivy not sensed me? How had these powers lay dormant for seventeen years?! I tried to clear my mind and start thinking. If I am a witch, which I am according to Ivy sensing me now, then who gave me my powers/. Why did I not know of them? How come all of a sudden they appeared?

I settled on the first issue, the only one I could answer and the one that would ultimately answer the others. I needed to find my dad. He’d know if mom was a witch, or if he was the witch I inherited my powers from. I was so confused. I hated being helpless and not knowing things. Adrenaline still pumped steadily through my veins, and a need. A need to do something. I quickly told Ivy my thoughts.

“I’m coming with you,” she replied instantly. Ne hesitation, no second thoughts, even after what happened a few minutes ago. I immediately refused in order to keep her safe, but she had a point. I had no idea how to control my powers or any spells. I needed her to come with me.

Another problem, I had no clue who my dad was, I didn’t know where he was either. No pictures, no name, no clues, no anything. I needed answers! Ivy had an idea, to ask my aunt Annie if she knew anything. She was my mom’s sister, so we had a decent chance. It wouldn’t hurt at least. As we walked off the school grounds, past deserted sidewalks and gardens, ivy would not look at me. When I asked what was wrong, she glanced at me with no answer, and I could see the fear in her eyes. Oh no…, I thought. Was she afraid of me now?? Afraid that I would try to take her powers or that I was uncontrolled and dangerous? I couldn’t lose ivy, not the only person I had in my life. Warmth pooled in my eyes and my throat closed up. I did not cry though, Roza Rush never cried. Neither of us talked as we trudged to my aunt’s house, where some answers may or may not lay.

IVYS POV

I was terrified of Roza. My best friend, my sister and I was terrified of the power she had. When she did the magic pure hatred and the sheer magnitude of her energy almost knocked me off my feet. I knew Roza, every particle that made her up, but I had never seen her get that angry before. How could I have not known this?? Did she enjoy torturing the girl?? I couldn’t ask her about it, id hurt her or me. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and echoed in my throat. This cannot be happening. We were at her house now. My questions would have to wait. This was more important.

ROZAS POV

Upon walking into the house, we called Aunt Annie. She smiled at us and tried to act all motherly, like always. I cut her short and got straight to the point. I wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Everyone knew about witches, even the humans, and Aunt Annie was definitely human. We started questioning her, seeing if mom had shown any powers, if dad have, where was dad now? She had no answers. Aunt Annie was adopted and lived with their dad, while my mother lived with their mom. They never saw each other until they were older. One thing she did know is that when my mother died, my dad said he was going back to Russia. His hometown.

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She also told me my dad’s name. Dimitri Rush. I knew his hometown too, Siberia Russia. That’s where Ivy and I were headed. I told Aunt Annie, and for once I was glad of how bad a mother she is. She said okay and left us to ourselves. Ivy went home to pack her things, not bothering to tell her parents. Not like they would care anyways. I packed as lightly as possible and looked around my room to make sure I didn’t forget anything. Then I walked quickly to Ivy’s.

IVYS POV

When I heard Roza knock on the door, I had put the incident out of my mind. She was strong, really strong. So what? She was still Roza. I had my spell book open to a transporting spell and opened the door to meet Roza’s frantic face.

She immediately started talking. “Ivy, I know you’re scared of me. I saw the look on your face, and I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what came over me! She hurt you!” Roza spit out in a rush. I’ve never seen her so… vulnerable. She was usually closed off and cold. She was being emotional, something very hard for her. Her eyes pleaded at me and I instantly forgot any worries I had, pulling her into a big hug. I told her it was fine and I wasn’t scared. She was about to talk again when I cut her off.

“This is my book of spells. Since you’re obviously stronger than me, you have to do a transporting spell. It’s really easy,” I told her reassuringly. We walked up my ugly wooden stairs with the brown steps and plain walls. My room was neat and pink and decorated, as usual. White walls, small bed with a pink comforter. Pink desks, and pink picture frames that held preserved memories inside them littered the walls. On the floor, there was a circle made out of candles and small crystals. The crystals and candles would strengthen and sharper her powers and mind. Roza sat in the middle of the circle and I lit the first candle, yellow for the element air. It was at the north of the circle. To the east I lit the green candle, for the element earth. To the west, I lit the red candle for the element fire. To the south I lit the blue candle, for water. I handed Roza a purple candle and lit it, for spirit.

I looked up at Roza and saw her take a deep breath, her cold shell returning. She was nervous. Only someone who knew her like me would be able to tell. My heart tugged a little. I understood her fear. Mess up one thing in a spell, and it was ruined. I gave her a quick hug and sat on the outer perimeter of the circle.

ROZAS POV

I took a deep breath as Ivy hugged me and handed me the spell book. Each candle and stone represented something I needed to complete the spell. That’s about all I knew about magic. For every other line I was to touch a crystal. For the other lines, I was to pass my finger through the flame of a candle. I reached out and touched a shiny black crystal as I recited the first line.

As I spoke the words, I felt the electricity crackle. I knew my eyes had that eerie glow again, and I literally felt the magic race through my body. It was exhilarating. My eyes seemed to pulse and my body felt charged and energized. At each line I moved to a different candle or crystal. The flames did not burn me. When I reached the last line, my finger was in spirits flame. As the last word slipped through my lips, every candle extinguished. I looked up, and I was sitting in the middle of a green field with Ivy, the circle, and the spell book.




Ok so this is a story I wrote in creative writing . I'm currenly working on part 2 . Comments ?? I'd like to have SOME feedback this time :D