I don't know. I finally wanted to tell my story but if I begin it where I felt my story really begun all these fragments of memory would be cut out so I'll write them here in the way that makes sense to me.
"I think I saw a ghost last night! There was a silver cat that jumped behind the box and then disappeared."
"It was late at night you were just dreaming."
I was young enough to believe this at the time. It was before we had moved house for the first time when I was 5. She later confessed that all 3 members of our family had seen the cat ghost but lied so I wouldn't be frightened. I do sometimes wonder how different things would be now if I had been told the truth and grown up believing without a doubt in the supernatural.
The second incident was when I dreamt that the year 3 trip to the beach would be hit by a massive storm. On the day of the trip there was hardly a cloud in the sky at first. Our class made a massive boat out of sand but then 2 hours before we were supposed to go back a massive storm hit. The teachers were ordering everyone out of the water in a panic and under shelter and I watched lightning hit the sea for the first time.
Then the dreams kept happening. Some of the time harmless things like the next boss in my video game or a particular shop closing down at the shopping center or finding a particular item in a charity shop. Other times the dreams would show me horrific disasters that I could do nothing about and even that damned art project.
I ended up confessing this one too and this time my mother told me the truth. These types of dreams seemed to run in the family. Hers were less powerful but more controlled and she could prevent herself from seeing them. She didn't want to know. I did though. A not so small part of me wanted the dreams. I was only 8 and thought I was becoming a superhero but they were only dreams and there was still room for doubt.
The supernatural stopped being a thing of childish awe when I turned 14. The year of the crabby maths teacher who picked on me for no real reason even though I was the quiet kid who had only ever gotten in trouble once for failing a foreign languages spelling test where I was apparently supposed to spell words I couldn't spell in English yet. Anyway most teachers know the unspoken rule with dealing with the quiet kids. That we'll try our best but we just want to get through the day in peace.
Nope. If I got a question wrong (She always expected me to give my answers to the whole class 2 or 3 times a class) or the lines down the middle of the textbook were slightly off I would be shouted at. This happened until I was getting physically sick with anxiety at attending those classes.
In my defense I didn't start by looking for a hex. It was around Christmas that year and I was looking for a snow spell because I knew if it snowed badly enough we'd get a couple of days off and maybe even an entire week. I didn't really believe in magic then but I was desperate. I started reading through this online spell book and eventually ended up on a site that wasn't even for witchcraft. It was just a general site where people could post guides they had written and that's when I found the psi spear spell.
It didn't require any components just psychic energy and action. A few weeks later the maths teacher had seemingly disappeared replaced by two substitutes. Rumors went around and eventually the head of department said she had gotten sick and was quitting next year and told us to stop with the rumors. The department head was almost as strict and bad tempered as that teacher but perhaps she had been brought up somewhere more open to the ideas of witchcraft and indeed baneful magic and went out of her way to avoid me. I wasn't sure how to feel about it as I didn't think the spell would go that far. Hey it shouldn't have even been powerful because like I said I didn't even really believe in magic before that. Turns out this was a common story among newer witches and it usually ended one of two ways. Either the witch was horrified about what had happened and never touched baneful magic again or the witch realizes that they'll never be defenseless again.
I did try to stay away after that until I found the mythical community just under two years after I found the first spell. I did go back to the guide website to see if the creator had made any other posts but the psi spear guide had been taken down claiming it was fake but my instincts told me someone knew what it was capable of and deleted it. Over a decade later and after reading many books on witchcraft I have still never found anything as powerful as that. While I'll probably have no idea who it was I wonder how powerful the creator of that spell must be that they could post something like that on a general advice website.
Anyway I'm getting off track. How to describe the mythical community? A community of witches, psychics, otherkin, therians and perhaps even people who were physically a bit more than human. There was drama just like any other community but it was mostly a place where anyone who felt different could be true to themselves. We all had journals that were a cross between personal diaries and our research/progress into the supernatural. For the first time in my life I felt popular and had hope for a better future beyond the 9-5.
And that's when the hunter rumors started. In hindsight we should have known better but I think some of us wanted the glory that would come if the rumor had been true. Supposedly there was an international supernatural hunter organization that tracked down supernatural beings including mythicals around the world. Somehow it was both a global threat but also destined to be taken down by 8 teenage witches. I knew better and deep down I knew it wasn't real but I was too busy fantasizing about being one of the 8 and creating a nation of mythicals after winning the war.
The rumor died down and with it most of the communities motivation. The Storm as the war between the supernatural and hunters was called had brought us together but by now most of us had grown up and gotten on with our lives.
There was one more fragment story of what happened the year The Storm was supposed to take place. The one where my attempts to end global warming somehow spiraled into me becoming the biggest monster of my generation in order to save the only person I'm completely sure cares about me but I'm not quite ready to put that one into words so I think it's time to start the beginning of my story.
