Shadows in The Dark

Chapter 25

I shoved myself upright and crawled out of bed. My dream still replaying over and over again. Was my mom hinting at my future baby and what does she mean by soon? I needed to talk to my Grandparents about this, but I wasn’t going in the nude.

I put on a pale green long sleeved t-shirt and painstakingly put on skin jeans. My lower half still felt painful but I could manage. My face flushed as I remembered last night.

I sighed wishing Caleb could have stayed till I woke in the morning, but it would be hard to explain us naked in a bed. He promised he’d see me later in the day and soon after kissed me goodbye when he departed.

I quickly brushed through my bed hair, taking my time going downstairs. My grandparents were in the kitchen with the rest of the family eating breakfast.

“Glad you could join us my dear,” my grandpa said. He sat a plate filled with food on the table in front of an empty chair.

“Thank you,” I said as I took my seat at the table.

I looked at my grandma and her eyes meet mines sharply. “Eat,” she commanded, “Talk later.”

I nodded. What gave her the right to start ordering me around like I was a dog? My anger flared causing me to take it out on my food. I stabbed at it and gobbled it whole.

“You’ll choke if you don’t slow down Pal,” Uncle Ben said. He was staring at me with a concerned expression and looked like he wanted to have one of his parental talks.

I swallowed down the food I had just stuffed in my mouth. “Sorry I’m just really hungry.”

I smiled to ease some of his worries and took small bites of my food. Betsy rolled her eyes before going back to her food.

I sighed deeply. How was I going to repair the drift I created between us? Betsy accepted me with a warm smile when we first meet and I couldn’t imagine a better cousin. She is like a sister to me.

She’ll need me soon is what my senses tell me. I still hadn’t talked to her about what happened when I fainted in the bathroom when she answered my witch message. I’m almost sure that she has been experiencing some witch like qualities. I mean come on I highly doubt being a witch skipped a generation. I think it’s something to do with how our magic flows with our soul like how antibodies only accept the blood compatible with them and reject antigens. To put it simple your soul either accepts it and you’re a witch or it denies it and you not, but magic is in our blood so it might be just lying dormant.

In my books I bought from Moon’s Light Magic it says something about…

‘Only the skilled witches can identify another witch. One of the two ways one experienced witch might be able to do that is being able to see a white aura around the person. Only witches have no other aura color than white. One being able to see the white aura of a witch is considered to be high in power rank. The other way to know if someone is a witch is to be able to sense it. Witches are drawn to each other. It is said that all witches originated from the very first Witches, Rowan and Annika Zaria. So it is in the very core of our blood that we sense when someone is one of us....’

I’m just getting the hang of reading people’s auras, so I won’t even be able to identify a witch by their aura. You’d think it would be easy to spot someone without an aura but it’s acutely harder. Witches steal the auras from people around them in order to cover their identity. To protect them from humans who have developed the skill to look at a person’s aura in hopes of harming us.

The only lead I have is my senses, but there not even that strong. Maybe I was just looking for someone who’s in the same position as me. I needed to talk to my Grandparents about this, but I got the feeling they had a few things to tell me first.