Enchantress (Rewritten)

Destined

"Enchantress."

The word had some sort of familiarity to it, as if I had heard it long ago in a bed time story. My head started spinning as long repressed memories tried to resurface, exposing a past I had tried to erase. I clutched my chest and pressed my fingers against my scar. "Is that why I have this?" I asked, digging my nails into my scar as if I could somehow rip it off my chest. "Does the 'E' stand for Enchantress?"

"You should probably sit down for this." Chase suggested, clamping his hands down onto my shoulder in attempt to calm me down.

I brushed him off of me. A surge of energy was rippling through my body making my fingertips feel as though they were vibrating. The lights in the kitchen flickered, and the sink faucet abruptly turned off and on repetitively. "What's happening to me?" I swallowed nervously, staring at my hands in awe and fear.

"You need to take deep breaths, okay?" Chase begged, shaking me roughly by the arm. "Look at me. Focus on me. Block out everything else and just look at me." He said calmly while staring directly into my eyes. I was able to steady my breathing. Once I did that, the lights returned to normal and the sink faucet shut off. "Look," Chase started to roll up his shirt, exposing a scar identical to mine that was placed just above his hip bone. "I have one too."

"A-are you?" I stuttered, trying to put together the missing pieces.

He shook his head. "I'm not an Enchantress." He laughed, unrolling his shirt and letting it cover up the scar. "I'm your Protector."

I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of what he'd just said. "You've got to be kidding me." I groaned. "That doesn't make any sense! I've known you've forever, how could you keep something like this from me?" I couldn't help but feel betrayed. Standing in front of me was a boy I had known my entire life, someone who used to pull on my pig-tails in kindergarten, and race me on our bikes around the neighborhood. Now he was telling me that none of that had been real. "And that dagger..." My eyes fell back upon it. "I've seen that before." Images of the accident flashed through my mind...the windshield crashing into a thousand pieces....the blood dripping from my hands....and the drunk driver standing over me as I clung onto my last breaths.

"I used this last night to kill the Lawless that attacked you."

I shook my head. "I've seen it before then. At the crash..." The driver's face had been to dark to see, but I knew he had seen me. He saw me in the back seat of the car, barely breathing, and drove away.

"The car crash?" Chase looked at me with worry crossing his face. "Val, that doesn't make any sense."

"So now you're the one telling me what does and what doesn't make sense?"

"You need to calm down."

"Calm down?" I nearly shrieked. "What the hell is a Lawless and why would they want to kill me? And if you're my Protector then why am I just finding out about this now?"

"How about you just shut up so I can answer your questions?" He said starkly. I sealed my lips shut, nodding in understanding. "The Elders assigned me to you at a young age. Part of my job was to protect your true identity until your elements started to form." I remembered the day Chase moved into the house next door. We were five. I wondered, if he knew about all this back then, if he had been lying to me since day one.

"Elements?" I repeated the strange word, trying to understand it.

"That's just a fancy words for powers." He explained.

"Powers? So I'm some sort of superhero?" I forced a laugh, hoping that this was all just an elaborate joke. I suddenly noticed that Chase was standing at an awkwardly far distance from me. Could it be because he was afraid of what I might be capable of? Was I just a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment? Did he even know the true extent of my powers?