"Fear cuts deeper than swords." - George R.R Martin
Wicked, nefarious, vile, and malicious are just a few of the words used to describe a cursed. But what is a cursed? A cursed being is a mixture of both vampire and wolf DNA. They are stronger and f...
"It's not the spell, it's me! I haven't gotten a single ounce of my magic since I woke up. So whatever plan you think will work to help jump start my magic, I've already tried. Doing small novice magic? Tried and failed! Drinking concoctions? Tried and failed! Seeking out other witches? Tried and got rejected. I've done everything possible to try and get it back and it's still not here."
I yell while jumping up from the bed. I closed my eyes and run my fingers through my hair. When I open them, Drax is still looking at me with his empty hand and spellbook wide open. I feel bad for yelling at him, it's not like it's his fault I can't do magic.
"I'm sorry I yelled." I finally say and he closes the book and places it on my bed. He stands up,
"It's okay."
"Your magic will come back, just give it time." He smiles while placing a hand on my shoulder. I place my hand on his,
"Thanks, but I just want to be alone." He nods his head and gives me one last smile before leaving out my room and shutting the door.
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I stayed by the door for a moment. I could hear her chanting another spell and then a loud thunk. It sounded like she tossed the book across the room. I reached for the doorknob but stopped when I heard her crying. Me pushing her to try a spell together must have made her feel worse because she can't. What an idiot. I stepped away from the door and walked to my father's study. My mother and father were in there going over town documents,
"What's wrong honey?" My mother asks. The pain on my face must have been noticeable.
"Nothing, it's just...Olivia is really upset."
"Upset about what?" My father asks
"She misses her magic dad, you know that."
"Oh that," He comments and I narrow my eyes at him. How could he say 'oh that' as if magic isn't a huge part of Olivia's life?
"I'll talk to her." Mom replies as she rises from the armchair.
"Don't, she doesn't want any company right now," I reply as I sit down on the loveseat. I wish there was something I could do to make her feel better. The witch that mom brought in said that her magic would return, she just never said when.
"Maybe we should do something nice for her. Perhaps a party." Mom offers,
"Olivia is not a party girl. Besides the only thing, she wants in her magic."
"Your sister should be happy to have a little break from magic."
"Damien."
"All I'm saying is, ever since you two were born it's been all about magic. You've both been targets because of it and almost killed because of it. It should feel nice not having so many people gunning for her over it."
