Chosen

Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

I stabbed my fork into my biscuits and gravy as everyone seemed to be preoccupied with getting ready for my “becoming witch ceremony” which I wasn’t thrilled with. Apparently I haven’t received all my powers yet, teleporting wasn’t even half of it. The thought scared me a little, truly I did not want any of this, would give to someone who did. Wasn’t and never will be a fan of witch craft, was never my thing and I don’t see myself being a witch. Right at this moment I felt like a girl who just turned sixteen, and has a crush on her all time brothers best friend, not a pregnant teen who happens to be a prophecy and a witch all at once, the thought didn’t thrill me one bit. Taking a bite of my biscuit, I leaned back trying to glimpse over Bryson’s tall shoulders that seemed to be blocking the living room for a reason.

Curiosity took over. I stood plate in hand and headed towards Bryson. Taping his shoulder he didn’t turn. “Not yet Hanna” Amusement filled his voice and I could definitely tell he was smiling. “Come on Bryson, just a teeny weeny peek?” I asked. He forced himself to not laugh, but failed miserably. “No” He said which had me frown. “Fine” I muttered mostly to myself, of course he heard, which had me wonder does he hear everything?

“Hanna were almost ready, finish your breakfast!” My mother’s voice came from the guarded living room. I sat back down and tried miserably to eat; pushing the food with my fork seemed to fascinate me for a short time. Taking another bite I relaxed my shoulders. Grams was smiling at me as she kneaded the dough, which seemed like that’s all she did, but today apple pie, yum. “You’re a stubborn child” She said seriously. “It’s hereditary grams” I said back as I took another bite of food. She narrowed her eyes and kept on kneading, silence.

“You’re coming with me” I looked up from my half eaten plate to see Taylor smiling. “It’s time!” She cheered. Addison walked in the kitchen and waited patiently for me to follow. Oh joy.

Looking in my fool mirror, I couldn’t help but think I looked absolutely like a witch. Let’s say I’m very modest and wearing a black lace Moulin burlesque corset was indeed not what I was picturing. However, it did cover everything anything, I’m pleased. The laced skirt hit right above my ankles, and the cape covered my bare shoulders. Pulling the hood over my head I slowly moved my hand to the necklace around my neck, the reason why I am who I am. “Let’s get this over with” I muttered. Taylor and Addison looked confused at my lack of excitement as I headed out of the bedroom and downstairs.

“Honey you look stunning!” I narrowed my eyes as my mom hugged me tightly, this couldn’t be more chaotic than ever. She stepped back and took my shoulders. “You don’t know how proud…” I stopped her mid-sentence and spoke up “Mom, I don’t want this, the only reason I am doing this whole prophecy thing is to end everything and get my life back no reason more” She looked shocked and confused. “I thought you wanted this?” She asked bewildered. I coughed a laugh. “That’s the most hilarious thing I’ve heard! Mom I DON’T want this!” She took a step back at my raised voice and sudden mood and change of heart.

Last night I changed how I saw everything that was unfolding right in front me. What happened to me shouldn’t be celebrated and proud of, this was indeed as low as my mom could go. “Do you understand what you’re saying mom? Proud I was…raped, forced onto someone for a freaking prophecy I have no damn clue what it’s about?” Her eyes held no emotion as I said those words out loud. A huge weight lifted from my shoulders. “I didn’t realize” I couldn’t help but grow angrier. How can your own mother not realize being raped would hurt their child? Mine apparently is beyond dumbstruck.

“Hanna you’re over reacting” My eyes grew huge at moms statement, really? “You got to be kidding me” I whispered to myself. Mom took a step back revealing a circle of seven white candles. Taylor, Addison, Sean, Bryson, Grams, and now mom were standing at each candle. Shaking my head, I knew I had to do this. Walking up to the left over candle which happened to be in the center, just thrilled me even more. Everyone took each other’s hands and I stood waiting. The lights dimmed, and a rush of cold air flew down my back. I began to see a clear blue swirl around me and up my body. “What is this?” I looked at mom and her eyes were pure white, they all were. They blue air was cool and calming my nervousness somehow as it fully wrapped around repeatedly. Everyone began to chant.

Yes, It's the place where magyc happens. Come with me now . . .

. . . and let its Power and Light embrace your life.

Start at the links below, left to right. And may your journey be a sweet one!

I fell on my knees, head snaps towards the ceiling as the blue air rushed into my chest. The feeling of numerous needles pierced my skin; a sound of pain escaped my open mouth. Agony rushed up and down my body and slowly subsided as the blue air began to escape from my chest. A sudden burst of red light came from the necklace that was passed down generation and finally down to me the Chosen one. I clasped my hand around my necklace and looked into the bright red stone that bedded in gold, every feeling I had was gone and seemed I became the woman I was afraid of. Secrets were now known to me fully, somehow I was two people, not just Hanna Sanger, but Katreena Sanger my ancestor. I am undeniably the woman I despised to think of, always have been her, now I know who I truly am and what I am supposed do. “Hanna?” A soft hand was placed on my chin. I stood as the black satin laced cape fell down and off my shoulders. “Call me Katreena” Everyone seemed pleased and grinned at what they have done. The bitch is back and I know everything.