Kara stood at the door of her father’s study; his head was down, his eyes looking over the few notes that were scattered on his big wooden desk. Kara raised her hand and knocked on the wooden door, the sound echoed thought the quite room. Her father looked up, a smile coming to his face when his blue eyes met with his daughter’s dark green eyes. “Kara, my dear. What may I do for you on this fine day?” he said as he removed his glasses from his face and placed them on the table in front of him.
Kara slowly made her way into his office, looking around the room as she walked over to his desk.
Kara cleared her throat and met her father’s eyes once more. “I was speaking with mother not too long ago about my leaving the Witch World.” she stopped talking as she watched her father’s face go from his dark tanned skin to pale skin of a ghost. He had always known this day would come, he just never thought it would come as soon as it had. “We were just about to discuss my trip to the Human World when she was called away.” She stopped talking once more, her heart was beating fast; threaten to give away just how nerves she really was.
No one understood how important it is for her to leave to go to the Human World. All witches, after turning eighteen, would leave the Witch World to let their powers grow, develop and expand, although most witches take their first steps on the Human World before their fifteenth birthday. It was the way it had always been for as long as any witch could remember. Since the Humans had begun to learn about the witches and have started to kill them, all of the witches have become too scared to leave their safe haven they have been brought up in. Kara is now eighteen years old and has never seen more than the small town, Mistly, she lived in and the many trees that live in the thick frost around her small town.
“Please get on with it my dear, I am very busy.” Her father said, putting his small glasses back on and looking down at the notes on his desk, he picked up the cup Kara had brought him- enchanted with magic of course- for his birthday a few months ago.
“Well, before Mother ran off she told me to come and speak with you about it.” She said. She was watching her father closely so when he froze for only a second, she saw it, otherwise she would have missed it. She had always known that her father does not want her to go but he understood more than anyone how important it is for her to go and grow.
He sat back in his chair, eating the end of his pen and looked up at his young daughter. Her eyes were glowing with hope, the most hope he had never seen in her eye. It broke his heart to have to say no to her but he had no other choice. He was only doing it to protect her, even if she didn’t believe him now, she will one day. The Humans were burning witches alive, drowning them, destroying them, all because the Humans were scared of them and what they can do. He will not be able to live with himself if his daughter was killed. So, that is why he had to break her heart and maybe make her hate him. “I’m sorry, but there is no way that I will be able to you go.” he said, his voice was strong despite the fact that it was hurting him more than he would ever let on.
Watching his daughters face drop and the hope die from her eyes was the hardest thing that he could have watched but he knew it was for the best. “You know, Father, I have always thought you knew me better than anyone, but I was wrong. You are just like the others, pretending to know me.”
She was about to say something else when her father stood up and walked over to her. “You think I don’t know you?” he asked her, hurt coming to his face.
Looking into his eyes, Kara knew what she should have said but she just couldn’t find it in her heart to lie to him. So, she said what her whole body was telling her to say. “No, I don’t think you know me because if you did then you would know how important it is for me to get out of this place and let my powers grow.”
With that said, Kara turned on her heels and walked out of his study, she slammed the door behind her as she ran down the hall. She walked up the stairs and got into her room, she slammed her door as she went over to her bed and sat down. From where she sat she saw the book she was reading that morning. She walked over to it and picked it up; she took it in her hands and took it over back to her bed. She opened to the page she left it on, put her head on the pillow, and began to read.
Before she could even read the first word the tears she was holding back came rushing out of her, bursting from her eyes, shacking her as her heart slowly broke. A pain shot through her head, she closed her eyes, hugging the book to her chest and rolling up into a ball.
Screams were all around. Fire and burning, there is no escape. I run, I try to get away, but it is endless. Only darkness can be seen, and only the knowledge that I am going to die today. My lungs hurt from the smoke I have inhaled and my legs hurt from all of the running I have been doing. The fire is getting closer; I can feel it moving, seeking me out. I do not know how I got here, why can I not remember?
The picture shifts.
I am standing in the room, someone moves around talking but I cannot hear what he is saying, I look up from what is lying on the table in front of me, it is not something I have seen before, s stone with writing on it.
A man is walking back and forth, his hands are behind his back and his head is down. “You are only hope, young one.” His eyes meet mine, his eyes are of a colour I have never seen before, green with hits of gray, blue, and even pink. “You have to stop this from getting any worse.” He stops pacing and walks over to me, he drops a picture in front of me and I look down.
The picture is of a young girl, it is hard to tell her age from the picture but I do know she is not human, a vampire maybe. She had light blonde hair, eyes that are dark blue, and her fact is flawlessly perfect. “Fine this girl, you much find this girl.” He says his voice serious. “She has your ring, find her.”
The man puts his hands on my shoulder, my eyes move from the photo to him. He is about to say something else when the picture shifts once more.
Something hands me a ring, one that I have never seen before but I that I should remember it. The world around me moves as words leave my mouth, the pain and hurt begins to heal. I know that something has ended but I do not know what.
But somehow I know it’s not for the better.