Charlotte's peculiar nature often keeps others at bay, resulting in few friendships. Orphaned at a young age, she was taken in by her grandmother, her late mother's mother, who raised her with love and care. As Charlotte entered high school, her emo...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Tension gripped the room like a vice, each pair of eyes flickering with uncertainty, silently pondering my revelation. Were they sceptical? Did they believe me?
Rosalie's perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in confusion, her expression a mixture of surprise and scepticism, as she bravely broke the silence. "You're a what?" Her voice cut through the tension like a knife, prompting me to reaffirm my statement with a small smile masking the nerves bubbling beneath the surface.
"A witch," I repeated, my tone steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.
"You're joking, right?" Rosalie declared, her tone laced with disbelief, clearly not buying into the idea that I could be a witch.
"Rosalie," Esme's voice reverberated through the room, firm and commanding. Rose's gaze remained fixed ahead, ignoring Esme's warning.
"Charlotte, that's impossible," Carlisle spoke, his gaze unwavering as it met mine. "They were all..." He hesitated, perhaps avoiding the word 'slaughtered.' "They're gone," he concluded instead.
"Are you saying witches were real?" Rosalie's gaze snapped to Carlisle, who met her eyes without hesitation.
"Very much so," Carlisle replied, prompting a surprised expression from Rose. "But they went extinct by the hands of the Volturi," Carlisle remarked, then turned his gaze back to me. I fumbled with my hands, trying to ease my nerves.
"My Grams and I are the last two practising witches in the world," I uttered, my voice croaking as tears welled in my eyes at the thought of an entire species being wiped off the face of the Earth. "I've wanted to tell you all so many times, but fear stopped me. But if Bella is in danger, I want to do something to help," I said, my voice steady and genuine. Yet, I could still see doubt lingering in their expressions. "I'm willing to prove it to all of you," I declared, stepping forward with determination, my gaze shifting between each of them.
With trembling hands, I raised them slowly, ensuring they were steady before extending them outward, encompassing the entire room with my gesture. "In sertia," I spoke the incantation, flicking my wrists gently, feeling the ancient words resonate in the air.
As I uttered the words, a rush of memories flooded my mind, each scene playing out vividly as if on a movie reel set to fast-forward. I saw myself in the forest, standing by the towering tree, my fingers sinking into the cool soil. From a third-person perspective, I observed the incantation flowing effortlessly from my lips, echoing through the tranquil woods. Periwinkles burst into bloom, adorning the base of the tree with their delicate petals. Like they did days ago. The memory shifted abruptly, transporting me to the tense confrontation with Victoria. Her words reverberated in my mind, recounting her sinister intentions towards witches, and her desire to taste my blood. Then, like a sudden gust of wind, the scene changed, and I witnessed her being forcefully thrown backwards, crashing through the dense undergrowth of the forest, along with a tree trunk.
