"When I wished I was a Witch I meant like an Harry Potter witch, either before or after voldy or outside of England!"
As a little girl I always wanted to be special.
I read anything I could find in the fantasy genre, but the thing I was obsessed wit...
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I knew that this witch camp would suck, and you know what? I totally did.
Emily had the brilliant idea of levitating the grains of dust from the room, you know like levitating the dust out of the window. I had to concentrate in levitation thousands, if not billions, of super tiny grains at the same time with my mind. Let's just said it wasn't fun and that it took way too much time.
After that I had to create water out of tin air, again not fun. I did manage to do it, but still I did this all in one day. Another spell like that and I would be bleeding from my nose. Meanwhile, Emily just said that these were easy spells, that she used to do them every day when she was alive. I'm pretty sure she was just rubbing it in my face.
Of course I didn't clean the whole house, this place was huge and even just a few rooms took me days. I cleaned the room I normally used, the old bathroom because the bathtub was awesome and the kitchen because the table and a chair were still intact. The place was pretty good for an old haunted house, If I manage to extort more ancient vampires I might invest in buying this place and making it habitable again.
"Today we're going to learn healing." Emily said, with a weird glint in her eyes.
"Who am I supposed to heal?" I asked, frowning. "Unless you've forgotten I'm the only alive person in here."
"Exactly, you're going to heal yourself." The old witch said, glancing towards an old knife.
I groaned out loud, I'm pretty sure Emily is a sadistic little witch bitch. Well, I had to get my genes from somewhere.
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I spend the next days stabbing myself in the leg and healing it. Thankfully after the fourth stab wound Emily taught me a spell that numbed the pain, or else I would have gone insane already. Then again, there's nothing sane about stabbing yourself multiple times just for the kicks of learning healing magic.
Healing magic sucked, it demanded concentration and a large knowledge of how the body healed naturally. So while I was whimpering after the first few stabs about the pain, Emily was hammering anatomy knowledge into my brain. Of course she didn't think to teach me that before I stabbed myself. As I said, sadistic bitch for sure.
I ended up learning only the basics, because I obviously needed worse wounds to proceed and I wasn't that much of a masochist.
Of course healing wasn't the only thing I did in those days. Since healing took so much power, I only did it for a few hours. The rest of the time Emily taught me other things, like a few tricks for concentration, so that I wouldn't pass out bleeding like crazy, and how to control the elements better.
"What do you want to learn?" Emily asked me, five days before I left. I had brought some food, but it was almost at it's end, not to mention I wanted a warm shower for once. Sure, I conjured some water to have baths, and I did heat it up, but it wasn't the same. Not to mention my phone's battery was almost ending, and Caroline would have a stroke if I didn't text her telling her I was alive everyday.
