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The Tale of the Witch's Diary Part 1
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 Created on 5-30-08
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16-year-old Jess tried to sleep but knew she wouldn't be able to. She lit a candle even though it would've been easier to just use the lamp. She picked up the old book that she'd found in the corner of the basement in her new house. The term "new" is very, very, very loose; she'd moved to a country with a name she couldn't pronounce or spell from memory and everything in this part of the country was at least 50 years old if not older. She'd lived here for about a week and already knew to get anything new she'd have to drive to the nearest city which was about 225 miles away. So different than America.Jess ran away to this country. Her parents had died and no one was going take care of her there. But she couldn't stay there or they'd make her go into foster care. She didn't think a filthy rich 16-year-old girl belonged in foster care. But she had other reasons for wanting to live on her own.She was rich as of very recently. Her parents had died a month before and she was left with her inheritance from a multi-million dollar industry (which was now in the control of her parents' young co-worker, Kevin Clemens). She wasn't normal. That was another reason she ran. She saw things happen before they actually did. She had fallen asleep several times and would wake up floating. She has become invisible, ran impossibly fast, and controlled other people's minds. She was more than a little bit different. That's how she ended up in the country too. All her "odd happenings" as her parents called them. She didn't want to scare her neighbors; her old ones weren't exactly accepting of her powers. Her parents were the only ones that she'd ever known that accepted her; her own grandmother stopped speaking to her. Out of fear or sheer closed-mindedness, Jess never knew why.There was no title on the book she'd picked up. She read it quietly out loud and realized it was a journal or a diary... of a witch!"No way!" she thought. There were spells spread throughout the book too. She read the name at the bottom of the first page: "Persephone". The name clicked in her mind; it was the name of the Greek goddess she'd studied last year for history. She was trying to remember what that Greek goddess was all about, but couldn't. She said, "Oh yeah! She was married to Hades or something. I think." Then a second voice said, "Yep, she was married to Hades." Jess's eyes popped out of her head and she stuttered out, "Who a-are yo-you?" "Well I'm Persephone. Not the original of course." A beautiful woman stepped into the room to reveal herself. She was the witch!Screaming and screaming. Jess sat in her bed screaming. Was she insane? Or was there really a woman standing her room that came from the diary Jess held in her hands claiming she was a witch. She said her name was Persephone, like the Greek goddess. The woman had told all she could remember about her life. Which took about 3 minutes. And every single bit of it had no point. Or so she thought.After a few seconds of screaming, Jess started babbling on about a “dream…blah… not real”. Persephone tried to calm her down, to take her out of her state of hysteria. She told Jess to get some sleep that they’d talk in the morning. Talk about what? Neither of them had a clue.Jess woke to the smell of fresh air from her open window and the smell of food cooking in the kitchen downstairs. She picked up the old diary that Persephone had come out of. She practically ran downstairs. “Who are you?” Jess shouted. “I’m Persephone, half witch, half fairy, cooker of your breakfast,” she replied, smiling and handing Jess a plate of pancakes, eggs, and toast. Jess took the plate to a table she’d put against a wall facing a window. Persephone brought her some orange juice and joined Jess with her own breakfast.
They ate in silence. Until the phone rang. Jess hadn’t answered the phone the entire time she’d been in that house; she didn’t know why she even had a phone. “Answer the phone, please!” Jess cried in desperation. Persephone leaned forward and whispered, “How?”, so quietly it sounded as if she was scared the phone might hear. “It’s like a conversation, it is a conversation,” Jess replied, pressing the talk button and handing the phone to Persephone. “Hello?” A pause. “Who? Why would she be here?” Another pause. Jess smiled; Persephone was playing coy for her. Someone was looking for her. “Okay if she shows up, I’ll be sure to call you. Who are you? Kevin Clemens? Okay, I hope you find her. Good-bye, Mr. Clemens.” Persephone crossed her arms. “You ran away?” she said calmly but clearly unhappy. I nodded, suddenly disappointed in myself. “Why?” I shrugged, “Cuz’ I’m different than… other people. And my parents weren’t there to stop them from criticizing me anymore.” Sympathy flooded her eyes, and she said, “What happened to your parents?” I shrugged again, “They don’t know. The cops don’t know. They thought it was for ransom but there never were any calls, nothing.” She started crying and was in Persephone’s kind arms.
After she was calmed down and had finished her breakfast, she met Persephone in the living room. “You know you’ll have to go back, right? To what’s his face?” she said matter-of-factly. Jess nodded, “Kevin Clemens.” Jess called him, told him she was fine, and to send one of her jets ASAP. Persephone and Jess talked for awhile. Persephone was in mid-sentence, when her eyes grew huge and she stopped talking. “Hey, I just remembered a ton of stuff! Like my nickname is Purse. And, uh, you’re a witch. Both your parents are fairies and they probably aren’t dead.” Jess passed out and woke up in her jet. “Persephone… Purse!” she called. Persephone rushed into the little private room that Jess’s parents had put in there. “Tell me more about my parents, please.” Purse smiled. They walked into the sitting area of the plane. “They were… are very powerful. They are heroes to many lesser magical creatures. I’m sorry that’s about all I can remember. But if I remember more I’ll tell you.” They smiled and watched the plane circle above the landing strip.Comments
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