OMG after hours of planning and work here is the new chapter of my saga- which BTW if you haven't read any other story don't worry these stand on it's own. It is not necessary for you to have read the previous stories.. but you can if you want >.<

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Chapter 1

Skyler POV

The dawn broke and golden sunlight spilled over the mountains revealing the rolling mists enveloping the landscape below. Watching from my bedroom window I drew a small heart in the condensation on the glass pane. Halloween and Samhain would soon be upon us again. Padding across the cold wooden floor of the attic I lifted the trapdoor and descended into the small hallway. The door of Grandma's bedroom was open and I could see her waving a cinnamon broom across the door way.
"I think your grandfather visited me last night." She said.
"Perhaps he wanted a goodnight kiss." I yawned.
"I couldn't stand him when he was alive."
"You don't mean that Gran."
"I know what I mean." She puffed furiously wafting the brush over the door. Glancing into her room I noticed that the delicate ornate crystal bowl was filled with ash and cigarette butts. Groaning I snapped, "You've done it again Gran. You mistook great Grandma's bowl as an ash tray."
Grandma stopped dusting and adjusted her specs, "Damn spectacles must be dusty." She said.
"You need new glasses Gran." I said bluntly.
"Fiddle sticks do I! There's nothing wrong my sight."
"You need an eye test."
"Damn it Sky can't you see I'm busy. I don't want that old coot visiting me again. Forty years of marriage was bad enough and I have a whole eternity in his company to look forward to when I die."
"Fine. It's too early in the morning to argue with you."
Too tired to argue I left the old bat to ward off Grandpa's spirit. It wasn't easy living in a family of witches. There was no way I could go to a normal school or have normal friends. The good church-going folk of the near by towns were far too conservative for the likes of us 'freaks'. Grandma and I were renowned for our eccentric dress sense. Our reputation for unusual gothic apparel caused a sensation when we made those rare trips to town. Grandma would spend hours braiding ribbons and flowers into her long gray hair before we went. She always wore her hair down over her green velvet cloak and people would stop their cars and stare at her as she paraded down the main street. She loved attention. While I on the other hand shied away from attention. I didn't invite people to stare at me like she did. Towns were alien planets to me. My home was the forest. From and early age the isolation of the forest became a safe haven from the odd looks and cold stares of the local people. I would spend hours wandering the forest sitting in trees talking to nature spirits and watching the passing of the seasons. From this I had learnt solitude. As it was all I knew loneliness never haunted me as I had never had been in the company of people. It was hard to miss company when I had never experienced it. People were not my destiny. I would live alone forever once Grandma died, then I would eventually die and with me so would the ancient magic that flowed through my veins. I was the last of my family.
Stepping out into the morning air I stretched and inhaled the cool crisp fresh air. I think today I would go forging in the forests for wild blackberries then I might cook up some jam later or bake a pie.
"Sky!" Grandma summoned loudly from with in the house.
I hated shouting so I headed back inside the house and replied, "Yes?" at a sensible volume.
"Could you cast a spell for the vegetable harvest this year?" she asked.
"Sure. I'm going blackberry picking first then I shall do it. Leave the spell out on the side or bookmark it whatever." I shrugged.
"Thanks darling." She smiled.
I headed up to my little attic room and threw on a dress and pair of old boots then hurried down stairs. By the side of the door next to Gran's infamous green cloak was my black one. Wrapping it around my shoulder's I picked up my basket and headed out into the forest. The grass was wet with morning dew and the morning mist was slowly dispersing unveiling the forest in all its natural wonder. Carelessly I spent hours wandering the forest offering little prayers and offerings to the nature spirits that dwelled in trees and rocks. By the time I had finished it was late afternoon but the spirits had told me all the best locations in the forest for blackberries. One spot was a lovely meadow not far from here. As I ambled across the tracks I came across the heard of deer that live in this part of the forest. Greeting them the deer looked up at me with glassy eyes and carried on grazing. Most deer runaway as soon as they hear the nose of a far off footstep but this heard knew me so well I melted into the background. As I approached the meadow trees began to thin out eventually disappearing and turning into lush long grass. Blackberries grew at the side of the meadow and there were plenty of them. Just as my basket was full I heard the distant nose of a motorbikes. Curiously I listened as the noise grew louder. Two motorbikes appeared and stopped at the edge of the meadow. The two men dismounted and looked around the meadow. Diving behind a thick shrub I watched them walk into hearing distance.