His Slave, His Mate

The mysterious witch

I made my way to the library and was happy to find the books where I left them.

I guess I was a bit scared that Damien had taken them away or something. For some reason, these books... felt really important. Whenever I am close to them, it's like they vibrate and draw me in. There was an aura around them and it was pulling me in, like lite draws in the moth.

This time I opted for the sofa and not the floor. My ass has a lot of kushoning, but it still gets really uncomfortable over time. I picked up the first volume that I started reading earlier. From what I read so far, I can guess that all of them represent a part of her life. The first part so far is about her teenage years and childhood.

There is so much on each page... it's full of her story and the story of her people. Well, saying people is a bit much. From what I understand, she belongs to a small covenant of five or six people. Her mother, her two sisters and her two aunts. There is no mention of her father, but I guess he has to be somewhere, right?

From the way she writes and the words she uses, I am quite sure that she was alive hundreds of years ago. As there is no mention of a clear date or who is in charge or the council, so I can't say for sure. I guess I could ask Damien, but I don't think that I will get an answer from him.

I pushed all those thoughts away and concentrated on the story. No matter how much I want to try all of the things I read about, her story is too interesting for me not to concentrate on it first. I picked up a little packet of sticky notes and marked the spells to try, with little notes of what I needed for them. I can go through that latter. In more decent hours, I guess.

I continued where I left off last time.

If my predictions are right, she is around thirteen or fourteen, at that time she was writing this part...

Aunt Anna was showing us how to use water amgick this morning. Anabelle was horrible at it and aunt Anna was very annoyed at her. Camila was very good at it, but she poured water on my dress. She pretended that it was all an accident and that she didn't mean it, but I know that she did that on purpose. I could see the devil in her eyes.

Aunt Anna, of course, said that I was being a spoiled child like always and had sent me away, because I was not acting like a lady and she had neither the time or the wish to teach a boorish child, like me.

I got so mad that I felt like I was going to burst into flames. And a part of me wanted to do so.

Mother last night told me off again for being difficult as she was putting me to bed. That I had to put in more effort into being a good girl and that I had to love and cherish my sisters, because they were all I had to count on in the future, when she and aunts Anna and Sofia were gone to the goddess of death. I hate it when she speaks like that. I don't want to go. Sometimes I wish for aunt Anna to disappear, but I also regret that later.

Mother said that it's my fire temper is the one who creates all of these problems. I even heard her one time telling off aunt Anna for being too harsh on me. She told her that she should know that I have no control over what I say most of the time, that I am not like others. I am not sure what she was talking about, because I think that we are all equal, or atleast that is what they have been telling us.

They are so strange sometimes, telling us one thing one moment, then changing their minds the next.

Aunt Sofia will be taking us to gather and hunt when the sun rises. The cold times are coming and aunt Sofia says that it will be the coldest one in the last five cold seasons. We all agree with her most of the time, because she is almost never wrong.

After aunt Anna sent me out of the kitchen, I went to the woods, next to the water. I was mad at her for not letting me try the water magick. Mother says never to do magic alone, but I really wanted to try it and aunt Anna won't teach me until the next full moon. She always does that and refuses to bend even when mother asks.

So I did it, I sat on the shore and dipped my feet into the water. It was really cold, I even felt small cold bites all over my skin, but I ignored it.

With my feet in the water, I could feel the flow of the river better.

Then I quitted my mind and let my body follow the flow. It was so slow, that I think my mind started to sleep. Then I tried to form the image of a small ball in front of me. How it looked, how it would feel.

And when I opened my eyes again, I saw it. It was a lot bigger than Camila's. I was so happy with myself.

Next, I tried to make forms with it, like aunt Anna taught Camila, but mine would not do anything. I got so angry with it that I popped it.

When I tried again, nothing happened.

I tried over and over but nothing happened. On the last try, I felt my anger fire rose and spilled out over the top and I set the whole river on fire.

Did the girl just say that she had set water on fire?

So does it mean that she is a fire witch?

And she lived in the open like that?

What the hell?

I put in the book marker and closed the book. Now I understood why her story called on me so much.

She was also a fire witch.

Now it was clear why Damien gave me them, but how the hell did he get them? How is the girl living out in the open like that? And why wasn't this destroyed like every other thing that was related to fire witches?

This was a bit much to filter out and I understood why, because the clock on the wall told me that it was almost two o'clock.

Fuck, I better get to sleep, because Damien had some other training he wanted me to do before my first appearance in public.

I rushed to the second floor. The house seemed so quiet, so I guess vampires do sleep at night?

I went to bed straight away and my mind kept returning to the book... to the girl and her strange covenant.

As far as I know, there weren't any small covenants in the old ages. Witches kept together to protect themselves from predators like vampires and any other violent shifters.

This story makes less sense with every page.

I shifted around the bed a few time until I finally sank into a deep slumber.