Strange Fate Part 2

Strange Fate Part 2
It had been five days. Five days since I found out I was a witch. Five days since Ivy showed me the transporting spell, and we ended up in Russia. Five days of disappointment… I still haven’t found my dad. When I found out I was a witch, I set out to find him; considering my mom is dead and being a witch is hereditary. Witches can sense another witch’s aura, and my best friend Ivy is a witch, and I’ve known her my whole life yet she never sensed me. I needed answers. I needed my dad.
“Ugh!” I muttered in frustration. Ivy and I sat in a Russian diner with sprawling cathedral like walls and ancient diamond chandeliers. Ivy is rich, so this expensive diner isn’t that much of a big deal to her. To me it was gorgeous. Exotic looking people sat in clusters, eating weird looking food, and chatting absentmindedly. How I wish I could be like them.
“Roza, it’s okay. We’ll find him, I promise you we will,” Ivy patted my hand and looked at me with her sympathetic green eyes.
“But why didn’t the tracking spell work? How are we supposed to find him if he’s somehow cloaking his presence?” We had tried a tracking spell to locate my father, but nothing turned up. Ivy told me that only very powerful witches could cloak their presence, which meant my father was indeed a witch. I still needed to find him. There were a million unanswered questions that I had.
Ivy sighed and rubbed her eyes. This was just as stressful on her as it was for me. “I don’t know how we’re going to find him. Maybe if we could find a record of him or something-”
Abruptly, I shot up from the table, scanning the crowd. I heard the glasses break as I knocked over the table, felt my eyes glow as I chanted a quick spell to sharpen my senses and speed. Yes, that was him. A man with jet-black hair and pale, translucent skin. I bolted past all of the people, faster than a cheetah. I was a graceful blur as I chased after the man. It was my dad. I knew it was! I could feel it in my bones, a connection, a deep sense of familiarity. My heart pumped thick anticipation in my veins, and I stopped right in front of him.
My eyes stilled glowed, I could feel it, and I was so nervous and excited that I almost knocked him over in my haste. When I regained my balance, I could not speak. Blue eyes peered at me curiously under black, thick eyebrows. My eyes. The exact same ones except almond shaped instead of wide and round. I was shocked into silence. This was really him. Warmth pooled in my eyes, but I angrily pushed the tears back and was about to speak when he cut me off.
“Foolish child. You brought yourself right to me. Naïve little girl, your demise will be no one’s fault but your own.” He said in a heavily accented voice. I didn’t have time to process his words before a finger touched my temple, and the beautiful restaurant was replaced with solemn, deserted darkness.
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Instantly, I was awake. I shot up off the cold hard cement ground with almost an eerie alertness. I looked around frantically, but saw nothing within the wisps of lightless air. Nothing I could do now. I carefully sat back down and thought for a second.
Where was Ivy? Where was I? What happened with my dad? Slowly, the wheels in my head turned just as the door creaked open. Light flooded into the cement room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, all a pale, colorless gray. I sprang from the ground and tackled whoever was in the doorway. We landed on the hard, unforgiving ground and I delivered a perfect uppercut to the person’s face. Blood spurted out of his nose, gushing uncontrollably over the man’s face.
“Silly little girl. That was a mistake,” My dad said as he threw me off of him. Painfully, my back hit the cold floor, but with a quick muttered spell, I was uninjured and stood back up. My muscles were ready to spring when he calmly put his hand up, and every muscle in my body locked. I couldn’t move.
Dimitri smiled at me. The man who was supposed to be my father, who was supposed to love me, was torturing me. What the hell was going on!
“What the hell is going on!” I yelled it aloud this time. “Where is Ivy? Where am I? Why can’t I MOVE!” Rage boiled in my body, and I fought the spell. Gritting my teeth I tried to move my pinky. Then my hand. Then my whole body. My dad’s eyes were open wide, almost in shock.
With a joyful tone to his voice he muttered, “Hmm, interesting.”
“I want answers. I want them now.” Without much thought, I made electricity spark from my fingers. My hands became deadly as a blue current washed over them. I felt no heat from it, just sheer power. My eyes glowed, and I launched myself at him. A primal battle yell tore from my throat as I curled my blue, fiery palm into a fist. But he was fast. Way faster than me. I hit the wall with a painful thud, but regained my composure a millisecond later.
“Stop attacking me, and you’ll get your answers,” Dimitri barked at me. Warily, he watched my hands. I could see excitement in his eyes as the blue flames licked my fingers.
“Fine,” I extinguished the flames and crossed my arms.
I could tell my dad was just like me. He got right to the point. “I’m a witch and so was your mother. When she found out I was trying to kill her, she fled from me. But I found her. I did not know she had you, for if I had, you would of gone to the Realm of the Dead with her. She was the most powerful being on the planet, and I wanted that power. Her family was after me, so it was my turn to flee. Upon discovering your birth, I set out to find you. But it was a difficult task. You had not yet discovered you were a witch, and I couldn’t sense the aura because your dreadful mother cast a spell on you when she died. The spell hid your aura and your powers until you were eighteen. But you’re too powerful. Your magic couldn’t lay dormant for so long. As soon as you used your powers, I was able to find you and plant a seed of though into your subconscious. It was not your idea to come to Russia.”
Rage boiled in my veins. A pure hatred swept over my heart for this man whom I called ‘father’. “You killed my mother! Where is Ivy! We are leaving, and we are leaving NOW,” I growled. I muttered my spell again, and the blue flames came back, the hue matching my eyes.
“Ivy is in the room right next to you, as you should know,” Dimitri said impatiently, “but no, neither of you are leaving. In an hour, it will be nightfall, and the full moon will hover above us. That is when I shall kill both of you, when you are at your strongest. It will make the transfer of power much more complete.”
“I don’t think so,” I whispered menacingly. This man had stolen my mother from me. Killed her. Who knows how many others he had killed? Now it was his turn. I flung a string of cusses at him as I lunged for the murderer, but as soon as I was within reach, he vanished.
“NO! COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD!” I screamed as I banged on the door. It became alight with brilliant blue flames as my scorching hands brutally abused it. I didn’t care though. If the door burnt down, I could get OUT. But it didn’t burn down. The flames went out as quickly as they had appeared.
I wasn’t going to give up though. I was Roza Rush, and Roza Rush never, ever gave up on anything. I paced the floor for what seemed to be hours, but was really only minutes. There had to be some kind of spell I could use… I sat on the floor, Indian style, and tried to call my knowledge as witch to help me.
An hour later, nothing happened. The door opened, which was still burnt and charred, and my father stepped out. Ivy was unconscious in his arms. I was ready for him though. Quicker then lightening, I grabbed Ivy from him, and darted out the door. I had used a cloning spell, so he wouldn’t see me hiding behind the door, then a speed spell, so I could be faster than humanly possible.
“Oh, no you don’t,” My father said calmly. He yanked me back into the room by my shirt. Grabbing Ivy, he knocked me to the floor, and put another paralysis spell on me. This seemed to be his specialty, and boy was it annoying. I could not move as he dragged her to the center of the floor. He muttered something in some weird language, and pulled out a dagger.
The hilt was incrusted with diamonds, and was a shimmery gold color. The blade was horrendous, with dark, dried blood on it. Without asking, I knew that blade had killed many, many others, including my mother. I couldn’t talk or even move as he stabbed it into Ivy’s heart, slicing through the creamy skin.
“NO!” I screamed, wrenching my body from the spell that I had been fighting. Electricity crackled as I flew at my dad. But it was too late. Ivy was dead. Her golden threads of hair flowered beneath her head. The emerald eyes could not be seen under her pale, closed lids. I couldn’t look at her chest. I wouldn’t. I ignored the pain seeing her lifeless form on the ground brought, and instead, I focused on killing her murderer.
This time, he was the one paralyzed. “How’s it feel to have a taste of your own medicine, Daddy?” I purred into his ear. I lifted a glowing hand, ablaze with electricity, and slammed it onto his heart, burning a handprint through the flesh and into his body. The stench of blood and death filled the room. He made no sound as his cursed soul fled from the discarded shell of his body.
I was breathing heavily, my hand still in his chest. Disgusted, I yanked it out, and looked at the bloody fingers that brought death to my own flesh and blood. Shaking, I turned to Ivy. I knew I could save her. My dad killed Ivy and got her healing powers, then I killed him, so now I had those powers. I could heal her. Bring her back. I choked back sobs as I crawled to my best friend. But there was a problem. I had no idea how to do this.
“Do not fret, Daughter. I will assist you,” a light musical voice said to me. I gasped, and looked up to see a gorgeous woman standing before me. She had platinum blonde hair, that floated gracefully around her body, swirling at waists length. She had the shape of my eyes, round and wide, but the color was brown. A deep, earth like color that seemed liquefied and glittery. Her skin was the color of the inside of an almond, just like mine.
“M-mother?” I asked
“Yes, dear Roza. It is I. I did not die completely. A little of me is still left to help you. Just close your mind off, and let me take over.”
“What? NO!” I couldn’t let this person who claimed to be my mother take over my body. No way in hell. Not even to save Ivy? A taunting voice whispered in my mind.
“If you do not let me into your mind to control your power, then Ivy will join your father and I in the Realms of the Dead,” she didn’t wait for an answer. She was in my head, using my body and powers to revive my best friend.
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Dear Aunt Annie
I am writing this letter to you to say goodbye. It’s not safe for you or us. With Ivy human again, there’s no way we can stay here. The other witches still think she’s a witch. They’ll try to kill her, thinking we’re hiding her witch’s glow. I need to go ba nck to my mother’s hometown in Colorado. To meet my family and master my powers. I’ll see you sometime, in the future. You’ll be safer with us gone. Remember, I love you, and I’m so sorry for everything I put you through.
Love,
Roza Rush