The Wiccan Chosen One (The Sequel for A New Life)

The Wiccan Chosen One (Chap. 13)

"Warlocks begin as witches. Unsatisfied with being mortal- which both witches and humans are, even though their lifespans differ greatly- they off a sacrifice of blood- the killing of a human so to speak- and become sort of a half demon, an immortal, but at the price of their soul.

"Immortals do not have souls, the reason I do not know. And when they are killed, they do not die, only sent away for a time. They do to either heaven, if they are angels, or hell, if they are demons or warlocks. Mortals, when we die, go to the afterlife until we are ready to be reborn. While mortals start over from scratch, once the immortals are able to regenerate after their 'deaths', they begin as they left off, same memories, same powers, same looks, and same persona. It is technically impossible to kill an immortal, only to hold them off for a few generations."

"So what's the point in killing Sara," I asked morosely, "if she is just going to come back again?"

Again, she smiled at me. "Child, I only said that there is no way to kill an immortal, not no way to kill a warlock." My expression must have been as confused as I felt because she continued. "You make them mortal first."

"How's that possible? They have no soul."

"Normally, only angels or demons have the power to control souls, but you, my child, are different. The Wiccan Chosen One, as they have come to call it over the years, has the power to control souls, that is why there has only been one every five hundred years or so, that power is why they are so powerful. It is also why the other Ancestors and I can commune with you, you are able to bridge to the afterlife."

"So... I what?"

"Angels and demons are created without souls, but warlocks give up their soul. They travel to the afterlife, but are prevented from ever being able to move on and being reborn since their body and minds are still alive. You, along with the natural immortals, can control the souls and use your connection to the afterlife and put them back into their host bodies, thus making them mortal, before killing them."

"So I could bring people back from the dead?" I asked, thinking about my parents.

            "Yes and no."

            "How can it be both?"

            "It is entirely possible to bring someone back as long as they have not moved on yet... but they do not come back... the same."

            "What do you mean?"

            "They come back" -she struggled to find the right word- "changed. They are like... a zombie, possessed, not the same person as they were while they were alive. If you do not bring them back within the first five seconds, then they will not be the person that you knew. It is dangerous and should not really be done."

            I felt hollow again. My little burst of hope dissipating back into the nothingness of his absence, the absence that I caused. "So can you teach me how to stop her?"

            Aikaterine nodded gravely. "If I must."

            "I've gotten better at learning spells," I observed in a groan as I sank down to the ground.

            She chuckled. "No, you could have easily learned the other spells, it is just that they were teaching you as if you were a normal witch, you aren't, so it was much harder for you to learn. Go home, rest, we can talk again tomorrow." When I nodded, she just shimmered away, there was moment and gone the next.

            I slowly cleaned up any evidence of the circle and anything that I messed up with my spells that I had done. I shoved my stuff back into my backpack and made my way back out of the woods. It took an hour to drive back to the motel that I had been at since I left my grandmothers. I was somewhere in Utah, but I wasn't sure exactly where and I didn't really care.

            Talking with Aikaterine had given me a distraction from everything but now the emptiness came rushing back. I sat on my hotel room, staring at nothing, feeling nothing.

Daren:

            "Ryan, are you trying to piss me off?" I asked him without heat.

            "I'm trying to cheer you up, man," my best friend said and lightly hit my shoulder.

            I didn't move from my face down position in my bed. "There's only one way to do that and whatever you do can't make that happen."

            "You know why she left you, right?"

            I tried to bury my head deeper into the pillow. I didn't want to hear this, I could handle it. She'd been gone for two and a half months, but it pain still felt fresh.

            "She left," Ryan continued, totally ignoring my finch, "because she wanted to protect you."

            I sat up. "What are you talking about?"

            "Seriously, man, you don't see it?"

            "I'm not even a full blooded witch like you and I can tell. She left because she thought it could save you from being killed by Sara, not any of those lies that she sold you. God, you can be such a dumbass sometimes."

            I ran my hand through my hair, trying to come to terms with what I was just told. "Wait, what?!"

            "You're girl's planning on taking on that warlock alone."

            I shot off of the bed. "Shit!" I was shocked- and horrified- that I didn't even noticed that I swore.

            "Yeah, you should probably go find her."

            I looked over at him, my eyes wild. "How?!"

            Ryan grinned. "I might just have a way..."