The Witchy Tale (COMPLETED)

The Calling Of Magic

*2 month's later. At their home.*

Debora turned in her sleep, her nose bumped into his hard chest and she buried her face into it. Mornings like these were her favourite, when Felix didn't have to leave at dawn to fill in for Cornelia as she stayed with her mate in his pack.

Their agreement had costed Debora her precious time with Felix. But she didn't complain, Felix filled in for the time lost after he came back from work. She was allowed to visit and stay with him at the castle if she wanted to as well. 

But nothing matched the mornings she woke up to the touch of her mate. Her fingers traced the daunt lines of his veins over his arm and stretched to his shoulder blades, slowly, on their own her hand slid down his shoulder to his chest and to his sides.

His body covered hers in seconds. Her wandering hands held over her head in a bound of his hand. Debora peered open her eyes and found Felix staring down at her, lust swirling like thunderous clouds in his beautiful orbs.

"You make it so hard for me, love." He whispered in her ear with his husky morning voice. He bit the skin under her ear knowing it did things to her. 

Her innocent eyes snapped his thread of control. Felix had long lost his sanity over his witch, how she managed to keep him insanely sane only to drive him through the edge over and over again was a mystery he was adamant on finding an answer to.

And finding he did. Her moans were the answer to all his questions, her whispers were his solutions. Her breaths of pleasure were a threat of his beating heart.

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Felix sat in his office chair in the study of the castle. His eyes skimmed through the contents of the files in front of him with a growing hostility. The taxes paid by their citizens were more than enough to run the city, yet the works were not being finished on time.

Constructions were pending, monthly expenditure was going into a hole that he didn't know of. Bloody hell.

"Are you planning to kill someone?" The sweet voice of his mate reached his ears. Momentarily he forgot his tensions and smiled at her.

She had a parcel in her hands and placed it on his table in a soft thud. She came up behind him and held his shoulders.

"Not yet. But I will when I catch the bastard who is cheating the royal highness with her people's money." He said and closed his eyes. He held her hands and brought it down to his chest, planting a small kiss on her knuckles.

Debora giggled.

"How is Cornelia? It's been long since I saw her."

"She's getting acquainted to her subjects in the pack, just fine. I wouldn't be worried about her."

Felix continued his work and Debora accompanied him all day. She learnt a few things while working with him and she brought it to good use when her mate got tired.

That night Debora felt her magic surge in her body more than ever. At home, as she stood before the full size mirror her veins glowed blue, a sign that there was powerful magic around her that was calling for her own. It was the magnetic field that the other magical force created to call on her.

Another witch.

And it wasn't Cornelia.

Felix was fast asleep on the bed when she slipped out of the house with her long hooded cloak on. Her fashion had nothing to do with her taste, it was a preventive measure for her to blend into the woods where she lived for years. The dirt colour, colour of leaves hid her well among the nature.

She always thought that the Siren were kind to her for giving her shelter and a living, it was a duty to protect them. She had guarded the borders with her magic for years, and still to this day but now she had her philios to share the energy with.

Crossing the woods was easy. She had done it uncountable times, she went in the exact direction the magic was flowing in. In the night there were no light of stars, although the moon was anew, the tall trees blocked it's shine.

Her cloak swept on the dirt path she walked on, she was aware of the mark of witch on her back, now more than ever. There was a witch on her border. A witch from her coven.

Slithering past the guards, Debora stopped at the edge of the border, making sure to not cross it. A cloaked figure just like her's stood at a little distance from her. Her face was but a hollow of blackness under the hood, but Debora knew exactly who it was at the first sight.

"Debora White, it's good to see you again." The witch took a single step forward. Her pale fingers touched the edges of her hood and slipped it back to reveal her unaged face.

Debora did the same and let her meet the gaze head on.

"I can't say the same, mother."

Debora felt the call of her magic again but resisted. She wasn't going to cross the border. No she wouldn't.

"Come to me, Debora. We have suffered terribly without you."

"And you will, for the rest of your life."

"That's a very long time, Debora. Be careful what you wish for." The witch said sternly. Debora clutched the ends of her cloak tightly in her fingers. She wanted to go back home and hide with Felix.

"Join us back Debora. It's time that you do. We know about the destruction you were involved in. It's rising questions among the covens. Our peace is being disrupted because of your actions."

"I wasn't going to let the people I love die. I'm not you."

"Witches don't take sides, Debora. Use of magic will be forgiven if you return now."

The witch took another step forward and Debora held her hand up, palm facing the witch.

"Take another step and you will regret it." Her palm glowed purple in a little hurricane of her own. The witch stepped back but Debora didn't lower her guard.

Her mother was conniving, the best of Whites. Debora didn't stand a chance against her if she were to fight with her. She had to drive her back without anyone knowing.

"You must go back. I'm not one of your coven."

The witch smiled, an alluring smile that trapped minds into her woke, turn them into her slaves, "You were a part of our coven from the day you got the mark of witch. You still have it, you still are the witch of coven white."

Debora wanted nothing more than to turn away from the truth her mother was throwing at her, more than ever she wanted to use her magic to disappear, she found that she couldn't.

"If being a part of the coven of white means to steal the youth and power of commoners then I'll better live the life of human with my mate than have the scar on me." Debora said, meaning every word.

The witch's eyes glowed like a cat if night, "It's a path to happiness and content. A way of living and for us to keep ourselves away from harm that may bestow upon us by others. You know how it works Debora. It's the long life we live."

Debora smiled, thinking of her mate. He must have been up and looking for her about now.

"However long it may be, happiness and contentment will never find you. It's not the long life we need mother, it's a purpose and love that makes the short life meaningful, keeps us mortal enough to live everyday with little happiness that finds it's way to us. But you will never understand that."

"You are right. I will never understand. And I'm not here to try, I'm here to take you back to Norme. If you don't come willingly I will resort to methods that you won't like." The witch's glowing eyes threatened her in the dark. Debora let her magic flow through her body and gathered it in the palms of her hand.

"I chose the latter."