Morwenna Moonshine nanowrimo

MORWENNA MOONSHINE | NA NO WRI MO

PROLOGUE

In the early days, when I could do whatever I want to do; life was never hard nor confusing. Just living life as a normal seven-year-old, changed when my parents died.

xxxJust one day, my parents and I were outing in the forest when my mother pushed into a root of a tree. It hurt. But it didn’t matter because that was the last time I saw my mother’s beautiful face. She told me to run, run away from the forest. “Run away as fast as you can, dearest!” Scared, and bewildered, I crawled off the tree root, watching my mother’s fearful face, where her eyes should be warm brown with greenish gold specks floating in her iris, her brown eyes were scared, and dull, with fear instead of golden specks.
xxx “But, Mama! What would happen to you?” I asked, my insides shivering. “Just go. I will come back.” My mother commanded in a firm voice. But I could sense the horror and fear in her voice. She didn’t know if she would come back. “Daddy?” I turned to my father, a semi-tall man, his usual brown hair swept back, now looked like had just fought with a furious bear. His face beaded with sweat, and tears, he crept closer to me, his voice trembling, “Morwenna. What did your mother say? Go. Run now, and never look back. We love you, now go!” I could tell he was scared, although I couldn't see what the heck he was scared of!

Nothing was there, as far as I could see. No trembling stalks of bushes or grasses or... The tree branches clicked together as a fierce wind blew. As the breeze died down, something crinkled, and trembled. It was the undergrowth. I gasped, but it had caught in my now-dry throat, because my father picked me up round my waist, his large trembling hands almost comforting to me. “No!” I cried out, my voice shaking and tears clawing their way down my face.

My father threw me about a good few feet away into a mound of sickly colored leaves. By now I know why he threw me there. Half-way hidden, I looked like a alnost-dead animal, its carcass rotting out. Crying, and shivering, I waited for my parents to repeat and help me. Screams and deadly howls pierced my ears. I tensed, waiting it out. Then I curled up into a ball when I knew my parents were dead.



So maybe I should back up. When I was young, really little, my great grandmother would isolate herself from the family and stare at a crystal ball for hours. When I would creep inside, I would see the reflections of dying girls and boys whose life had just began. At the time I had no idea why they died, until my great grandmother told me.

A little while after I turned the mighty age of six, I started to ask questions. Questions that my great grandmother would answer when she said I was old enough. Her old shaky voice would say, “Okay! Morwenna. I will tell you a story.” or “Mmmm. Maybe when you are of age.”

When I was seven, I had asked my great mother, “Hey, Mimi. If me and you know about the First Witch, why doesn’t Momma or Daddy knows?” “Oh! Dear child,” her thin arms pulled me into her lap, her skin papery to my own soft clear skin, “Your mama don’t know ‘cause, of course, she ain’t one of us.”

“Okay, so why doesn’t Daddy know?”

She just laughed. A rough hoarse sound that I found silly and often giggled along with her, my toothy grin flashing. “He wasn’t ever one of us either, youngster.” The old lady smiled, her drooping cheeks smiled, and happy dimples appeared as her toothless grin smiled. In my eyes, she was absolutely gorgeous and amazing.

“Well, Mimi! What do you mean by “one of us”? We’re all Moonshines, right? So what it be?” I asked, curious as a newborn kitten. My dishwater hair frizzled in excitement and delight.

My great grandmother smiled again, “I will tell thy one a story....”

It all started when a virgin women did not want to marry. She then soon created Magic. The evil bastard found she was expecting a child, which made absolutely zero sense to me. The lady didn’t want a normal woman’s life, then here she goes and has a baby! Like, are you stupid? Anyway, the baby died. My great grandmother told me that the baby couldn’t handle the Magic flying through her veins. The lady-Mimi calls her the Very First Tyrant- grew angry. She became depressed and poisoned the two Empires. The poisoned people started to kill the normal people. When the normal people had enough, they decided to create Magic themselves to just the Very First Tyrant. They had a young girl-round the age of sixteen- experience the Magic, and she became The First Witch. The Moonlight Witch dueled the tyrant. She defeated her, but unfortunately the little sneaky bastard puffed out a curse as she lied, dying, “For onto time, two young foolish men shall torment the acursed Enchantment witches and wizards for the rest of their godly lives.” Or at least that is what my great grandmother ’s ancestors had said. Noone knows how our kind have such a wonderful record on this our history, my great grandmother had said.

To this day, I have zero idea why that evil of a woman would wreak such chaos but she did and I caught in the middle of it. Yay, lucky me. I would lay in my bed at night, wondering why, why the heck The First Tyrant would every do such a thing like that. But I was one of the Magical and Enchanted, and my great grandmother as well. She see in a instance who was one of her kind and who was not, she could also see when a Magical dies or makes their way into the world. As far as I know, I am one of the last Magical and Enchanted. After my parents died, my father’s parents and great grandmother cared after my older brother, Rain and I. I had a sister at one point, but she died through birth.

But soon after my brother and I were under the care of those three grandparents, Rain grew mad with rage that some unnamed horrors killed our beloved parents. He, unfortunately, disappeared one day. My great grandmother and I can only think of two things: one, he, sadly, ended his life; or, two, he hitch-hiked on a cruise ship and went off to the main island of Selenedra to live a better life. But after my brother disappeared, a year or so later, my grandparents slowly grew weaker and died when a huge life-threatening disease hacked off half of the population on the Selenedra island. I was surprised I never caught it. But my great grandmother says I must have conquered up a shield around me.

“But, Mimi, how? I can’t do that! That is unbelievable,” I had asked her.

“Oh child. You keep forgettin’. Oh, you shall learn when dearest’s older, my dear.”

“Mimi, why! I’m ten! I’m old enough. Please tell me. I swear, I won’t tell anyone! Wait, am I like you?” My face widened as I remembered all of Mimi’s tall tales. “Am I?”

My great grandmother produced a heartie chuckle. “Oh dear. Now I have to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“That you are one of me, that you are my blood and I am yours. You have the ability of the Great First Witch. Magic of the Moon and Moonlit Tides. It’s no wonder you produced a shield, created by yourself, and a tiny sliver of the Moon. Well, dear, would you like to know mine?”

I was confuzzled. What did “Moonlit Tides” even mean?But I nodded, because at the time I had just thought my great grandmother was going through the stages. I thought my great grandmother was getting old, like most great grandmothers do, and getting more and more weirder everyday.

“Dearest, my Magic is setting my eyes upon someone and knowing in less of an instance, that, that person was accursed and is Magical, like you and I. I also see through a crystal ball, or my eyes, and see if a Magical is dying or entering this cruel world,” My great grandmother’s eyes crinkled with love, and in a very low grave voice, she whispered, “We are one of the very last Magical and Enchanted left. Just eleven, including you and I. Those immortal men won’t know what's coming when you come along of age.” Then she laughed.

“Mimi... immortal? Age? I thought I was old enough, why don’t I see my Magic?”

“Ahh. I knew it! You are not old enough to know. Okay, shoo! Shoo. I must work!” The old lady pushed me off her lap, and stood up quickly, her bones protesting and groaning every second of the way. She stumbled a bit, but made to the stairs in time. “But I want to know!” I exclaimed, trying one more time.

“Sorry, kid. Too many questions.”

‘Kid’? When did she ever call me kid? She never did! It was always “youngest this, youngest that” or “let me tell dearest ancient story”.

When I turned twelve, isolated; my great grandmother wouldn’t let me walk the six miles to the village school. She said I would know when I was old enough. I really just thought it was because she was old, and always precautions. But when she started closing the blinds, and locking the door when she went out. Locking me in, I always thought, maybe to keep my Magic bay? But the answers never came, I spent the next four years reading stories to myself and retelling the tales Mimi had told me.

I never quite knew where my great grandmother had gone during the midst of the days that past by. She locked the house up around eight am, and came home about seven pm. She would always smell of seawater when she put her frail arms around me. I always thought she went to swim but every time I ask, she had the similar answer ever time:

“I didn’t go anywhere, just a bit south. Although you can’t go, because; one, you’re not old enough; two, there are people out there who wouldn’t take you kindly.”

But, I always nodded, and said that I was glad she was back. But one day, when I had just recently seventeen, I was fed up with my great grandmother’s actions, so I followed her one day, (when I discovered how to unlock a door that was supposed to lock me in). I followed her out to the island’s ocean. This ocean was large but not too large; you can see a small smudge a land, far ahead, that was Selendra. Only about a half-day or more travel on ferry or row-boat. Hiding behind a tree, I found the old lady, singing to a starfish. Was this where she went those past years. Fed up, I marched out to my singing great grandmother, and said, “Hi, I’ve found you.”

Clearly I had scared her because she jumped about a few feet into the air. “Morwenna!” she had exclaimed when both bare fee were on the ground. “How dare you get out of the house. You could have been hurt.” Her expression had softened, but I, too angry to process it. “Mimi. I’m sick and tired of you lapping off and making me stay in a isolated house, with only myself and chores to keep me occupied. I don’t care, just tell me why.”

“Oh all right. But we be careful around non-Magics. We don’t speak about our kind or Magic when around n those people.”

I nodded and waited for her to tell me everything. But she wasn’t able to. It was like she knew this was going to happen. But I couldn't even process it. My great grandmother’sw face was firm as she whipped around with such quickness, I began to remember all those times when I was younger, and she had complained about her back and legs. The old lady I thought I knew was not this young women I saw today. I could swear I saw a swirling black mist in the air. But before my eyes could blink it dispersed away. And I could never see it again. My great grandmother fought the man who was threatening us. Although I have absolutely no memory what happened next because my great grandmother conked me in the head with her hand and I fell to the sandy ground, and because unconscious.

My eyes fluttering, I woke up, perhaps hours later. I saw my fierce grandmother on the ground besides me. “Mimi!” I cried, when I saw her eyelids fluttering as well. I flung my arms around her, and whispered in this shaky voice that I never knew to be my own, “Mimi, who was that? You’ve tell me. Because if you’re gone, you gotta tell me. Tell me!”

“I-I can't. You've have to fi-find the last nine Magical and Enchanted. You are the only h-hope. Our kind’s only hope.” My great grandmother was dying. The young women I saw today was only a flash of energy. I saw only the cowardly women I saw the years prior. Was it too much handling me? As I lied with my dying grand mother, I cried. I cried for all sakes. I was the one who caused my great grandmother’s death. Who would save us now?

MORWENNA MOONSHINE | NA NO WRI MO

CHAPTER ONE

After my great grandmother stopped breathing, I walked back to my house for some oil. When my pateral grandparents died, Mimi and I had bathed them with some sweet-smelling oil. My great grandmother made me dig four big holes for each one. We said our silent goodbyes, with hands that were filled grime and oil. I assume she wanted me to do the same for her. But this time instead of by our house, I decided that I will bury her by the sea-shore since I think this is where she’s been these wasted years.

When I had finished digging the five-foot long hole, I grabbed my great grandmother’s small body, and set her besides the gaping hole. Deciding to take her belongings off of her, since I figured that must not feel good in death. She had a knife in her pocket-God knows why- and a even smaller knife. Oh. She was preparing. How long had she even started carrying around knifes? I asked myself, as I gently took off her little satchel she always consisted on carrying all the time. There was only a few things in there. A piece of parchment, a pair of earrings, and a hair clip. There was also a small rock inside but I was more focused on the parchment. It had scribbled words.

Dearest Morwenna,

I’ve written this a long time ago, but that's done with. I am dead gone now, and you must save our kind. Seek the last ten Magicals and Enchanted, you and the last ones of our kind will help you save them and yourself; my crystal ball will help you. Then you shall no, you must go; take the money that we have left, and set sail for Selenedra. Trust your gut heart, as you and only you were created for this moment and your last.

The immoral men are your enemy, and noone besides our kind is your friend. Do not trust people the glass ball has not shown you.

Please help them; at the very least you are helping me, my little Moonshine.
I love you; goodbye, my great granddaughter. Never ever loose sight of the road ahead.
Mimi

There were words crossed out and words underlined and a small paragraph that was crossed out with ink and tears. I couldn’t read it, what was it? I started to cry, and I placed everything that was in the small bag, back into it and crawled over to my great grandmother.

“Goodbye, Mimi. Goodbye. I shall never see you again, goodbye.” Sobs raked my chest, as I hugged her. “I swear to you, that I’ll try but I can’t guarantee, whether I’ll die or not.”

As I bathed her with the oil that smelled like lilacs and lavender. Her cold skin made my fingertips cold as I’d spread the oil. As tears fell on her skinny chest, I wondered what would happen next. I was a sixteen-year-old orphan whose only guardian just died. Where would I go? I know she said to go to Selenedra, but how the heck could I if I had men following me? Suddenly I realized I was out in the open, I could be dead in any minute from those so-called “immortal men”. If they were immortal then they’re bastards. I quickly but gently hoisted my great grandmother down the hole it was to far down. About up to my waist, so I could still get out, and her body wouldn’t be broken if I pushed her down.

I jumped down to the spot, where there was free space and knelt down to her. Around five foot six in height, I was, and I kissed her forehead, whispering fearful goodbyes. Then I hugged her one last time, and jumped out of the hole. I finished burying her, and then I hid, with the knifes and satchel in my hands. I didn’t know what I would do if I encountered the man again. But soon gears started clicking and my brain had hatched a plan.

As silent tears ran down my cheek, I ran through the forest, and now I think I must have made myself invisible because the man couldn’t see me. But I still hid every so often, if I even had made myself invisible then I would still think I was still visible.

Once making the way to my house, I locked myself in and ran silently up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my belongings, if they were small. I knew I couldn’t bring alot of stuff, nor could I pretend to disappear with a quite few belongings inside the house. The island’s police knew that only my great grandmother and I were the only Moonshines left here, and checked weekly, if not once a day, to make sure my guardian was still alive. They only checked in the early mornings or on the late nights because they knew my great grandmother was old and locked me in the house while she went to sing at starfish.

So I took the small money jar that literally only contained about twenty in coins and shoved it in the satchel. My great grandmother nor I worked, so neither of us could get money, so that’s why the island created a senior salary. For seniors who had children and couldn't work. We got food when she’ll strut, and maybe fumble a bit, all the way to the market on weekends and I hadn’t shopped in years. Not since she started locking me in, and not letting me go to school.

I grabbed my ribbons, brush, and my mother’s locket. It was hers, but it had a picture of her and my father in it. All I had left of my parents. We had to sell most of their stuff when stakes were high and only Rain and my paternal grandfather worked, and only got a short salaries. Then when Rain disappeared, all four of my grandparents died, from that illness, so and furthermore, the senior salary was made. Just, to this day, I don’t know why I couldn't just work. Sure I might of died, but my great grandmother was doing that all the time, going to the beach, and singing to stupid starfish. She could of died! Not like she isn't dead now.

I shoved my belongings into the small satchel. And I walked into my brother’s room. All his stuff were still here. He didn’t anything, if he went off to Selenedra. That’s why we thought he might of committed suicide, but for all we care, we still didn’t know. I looked on top of his dresser, out my hand on it, and it rattled with all the containment of his old clothing. There was a couple things on there, and I only wanted one thing. So I reached up on my tippy toes, and grabbed Rain’s brush. It stilled smelled like him, for Pete’s sake. I carefully placed it in the bag, and realized there may not be enough for food and the crystal ball.

I ran in pursuit of my great grandmother’s room. It smelled like her, and got on my knees when I was by her bed. Pressing my face against the sheets that always smelled like sea-water, I sent a quick prayer, drinking in the last of her scent. When I got up, I grabbed her glass ball from her safe. It wasn’t locked but there was still a bunch of her stuff, and I wondered if she wanted me to bring her letter. Digging into the satchel, I grabbed the letter she wrote; nothing on it said anything about her belongings just her crystal ball. But I took her expensive perfume. She wouldn’t like it if half of the perfume she’s had her life, just wasted in a locked safe. I placed the glass bottle in the bag carefully, and I grabbed the ball. Seeing down it couldn’t fit, so I dumped the stuff out of the bag, carefully, and raced to my room. I grabbed a small bag that I owned and took it. When back inside my great grandmother ’s room, I grabbed the perfume and ball, and placed in her satchel. Then Rain’s brush, the letter, the rock, and the earrings inside the bag. Then I grabbed my bag, and placed my belongings inside, besides the locket. I tied that round my neck.

My bag I would use for food, so I walked down to the kitchen after locking the safe. A few apples, fewer potatoes, and a closed container of water I pressed into my bag. Then I looked around the house. Goodbye, house. I may never see you again. Bye...

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Spending a night on a ferry was not fun. I paid for a trip to go to the main part of Selenedra, but it was not fun. I couldn’t sleep, guilt lived in my stomach; I had told the captain that I was eighteen, and on top of that I made my grandmother’s death happen. If I had just stayed in the house!

But soon as I saw the dock, I puffed a sigh of relief. I was going to be on land again. I hated the ferry, throwing up more than four times, scared me. And I just didn’t feel home on the watee, even though my great grandmother claims I have water powers. At that moment I thought, No way I have Magic, Mimi. They never show. Try better next time! Then I started to cry. She was dead. One of the crew-mates asked me, if I was alright, and did I have a good trip.

“No...” I blubbered through sobs, “My great grandmother just died yesterday. So I shall not have a good day.” I realized that I could of expose my age, so I wiped my tears and said, “Okay. I will be okay, thanks for asking me, Mister... ”

“Name’s Kevin. And it’ll be all right soon, you going to family in Selendra or Arc Of Peculiar Shadows?” Kevin asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I have to admit for a crewmate, Kevin’s pretty nice!

“Selendra. My older brother Rain lives there now, after money was low on the island, and he sent me money to come live with him. I just sent a letter to him, after my great grandmother died, but thank you, Kevin. Have a good day?”

“Oh, have fun with your brother, and apologies for your lost. Of course, you too, Miss!” Kevin waved to me as I walked off the ferry. Okay, I wasn’t lying. I was going to find the last Magicals, and I will keep my eyes on for Rain... Okay, maybe I was lying, but I had too!

As I marveled at the views, I walked around finding a decent place to hide and take a peek into the crystal ball. All right, maybe I do believe in my great grandmother. It sounded so convincing and realistic but I still didn’t know. I’d have to find out. I found a good spot behind a tree. Sticking my hand into the satchel, and revealing the crystal ball, I glanced into it. Maybe I could do this.

It didn’t show me anything. Bummer. So I placed it back into the bag and walked on, trying to find a path out of the village. If this wasn’t the right village, then I’d need to go to the next one, and hope, and pray and wish that that village was the very right one.

Once I’d asked for directions out of this village, the man told me that I could ask someone in town of they wanted to take me.

“Are you sure? Would they let me go for free? Of course if I need to pay, then I would.” My lips let out a nervous laugh, and hoped the guy thought I was older than sixteen. It was been crazy asking for directions, one women I had found told me to get a life, and a man I asked, had not even answered me. But this man was kind, kinda like that crewmate, Kevin. He was super nice, and like I said, he told me that someone might take me to the next village.

“Maybe. You know what.” The man smiled.

“Hmm, what!” I got excited, practically jumping up and down. Finally I wouldn’t be turned down, I loved it when people were kind. That women who had told get a life, she cursed at me, and I got really mad. But I left her, and to my surprise she was glaring at me, almost as of she wanted to watch me and where I was going. I didn’t like that, what she comprised with the man who killed my great grandmother. Maybe he knew I was coming here! What the heck am I going to do? I can’t lie, I panicked. So I started to ran, away from her, anything to get away from her. But, man, I’m so glad this guy came around.

“Why don’t I take you? Although free of charge, I don’t need payment. I already have what all I need, you look like you need some help. Some real help.” Maybe he was correct but I was too busy thanking him.

“Oh really? Thank you! Thank you! I really appreciate this!” I shook hands with him and we took off into his motor-car. Don’t ask me why he had a stupid motor-car but he was so nice, so I don’t want to disrespect him PR even tick him off. The man was called Mandy but no-one called him that, so I could call him Mister Randy.

“Oh, Mr. Randy, thank you so much. My name is Morwenna. I thank you so much. ”

“Of course, anything to help a pretty maiden, like yourself.” Mister Randy smiled, but I felt like puking. My great grandmother told me not to trust anyone who wasn’t like us, but you know, I needed directions. So, Mimi, want me to not find them, thank you very much. But as I though that, I knew I had disrespected her, a wail almost escaped from my lips, but I kept in, and kept my apology-plea to her silent.

As soon as Mister Randy and I stepped out of the car in the next village, I said to him, “Thank you so much, I could ever repay you?”

“Nothin’! Love kindness and I’m sure you love it too. Keep being kind, and farewell to you, Miss Morwenna.” He grinned and patted my should before keeping to his car, and opening the door. He drove after I waved; he waved back but I still felt like was going puke.

I walked along and hustled into the closest building I saw. It was a bar. Maybe not the greatest idea but I had to visit the restroom. As I locked myself into a stall, I took out the crystal ball.

The ball showed me an image of a dark-skinned girl with long beautiful brown hair. She was mopping but what was weird, was that she was staring at the mop, and the mop slid across the tiled floor. Maybe this girl was here? In this village? I saw the ball blinking. I hadn’t noticed til now, so I half hid the crystal ball and glanced at it every so often. And I walked out of the restroom, and out of the bar. Before exiting, I gave the bartender a smile and wave. It felt lime a relief after I stepped out of the bar.

It was blinking faster with every step I took. So I wondered if this girl lived in this new village. But when I came up to a small house that looked very clean, the ball started blinking seriously, and quicker than it had before. I wondered if this was where the girl with brown hair lived. I knocked on the door, and then I hid the blinking ball.

The same girl in the ball that appeared was answering the door! Yes! One down, eight more to go. I thought as the girl spoke, “Hello. Who are you?” I smiled. I knew this was going to be a fun day.

MORWENNA MOONSHINE | NA NO WRI MO

CHAPTER TWO

Smilimg like I was tipsy, I was half-dragged and I half walked into the most gorgeous house I had ever seen on God’s green earth. It was absolutely stunning, if I do say so myself. I swear I wanted that house. But I didn’t want to be that person so I sucked it up and was astonished.

When the girl led me into a garage-like thing in her large beautiful house, she asked me in a low, grave voice, “Who are you and why are you here?” Even though she asked me at the door. But I had said, “I know who you are.”

“Look,” I said and took out the ball. It still showed the girl, but her hand was raised, and the ball was blinking tediously and quick as lightning.

“That is me?” Her grave voice turned round low and scary, and gave me a frightening feel.

“Yes! You are a Magical just like me! At least I think I am. The men, do they hunt you?” I exclaimed, giddy of how lucky I am to go one boat and go through one village to get to the first Magical.

“The men! The men used to hunt me! What did they look like?” The girl exclaimed, excited.

“One had a shaggy mop of hair.”

“Ah! That is the one, now I know you are who you say you are.” She smiled, and I suddenly wanted to know her Magic.

“What is your Magic, then?”

“Um, I think its better to show you?” She said, her mouth still containing the large smile, “Just stay behind me.” The dark-skinned girl motioned me to follow her out into another door in the garage. Right into the broad sunlight.

She studied a green potted plant and it started to float. Float right up into the air. Gasping, I backed up, I wasn’t used to it.

“Sorry. My “Magic”, its called the Moon and The Moonlit Tides, and I guess you could say, hasn’t came yet? I really don’t know, I’m just respecting my great grandmother’s dying wish or whatever. ”

The green potted plant crashed to the ground, and the pot shattered. The dark-skinned girl whipped around, took several steps forward, then looked embarrassed, and took a step back, before in a strained whisper, she said, “You have no-one? No-one to run to? No guardians? No....- Nobody?”

I swallowed uncomfortably, and nodded, my nerves tense.

“Are you okay...?” The girl asked, her strained whisper turned concerned. “I’m sorry... ”

I nodded again, my nerves still tense as ever. I glanced down right down my feet. I could feel my blue eyes burning. Any minute, I knew, and the tears would start falling, like a bullet, down to the pavement.

“Oh...! Here, its okay. My name is Magdalene. And you are..?” She said, probably trying bring me to a different subject.

“Mor - Morwenna. Morwenna Moonshine.”

“Hi, Morwenna. Tell me why you’re here... if.. it doesn’t upset you..”

I sniffed, and rubbed my nose. “Well, before, sh-she died, my great grandmother told me to find you and the other eight Magical and Enchanted. Because of the men. She said we could save our Kind. So will you come with me?”

“Will I! Of course I will, come on, my parents shouldn’t be home. Lets prepare and get out of here!” Magdalene grabbed my hand and pulled me into the gorgeous house. She was quite strong and brave. She was going to leave her home! I would be scared. I am scared.

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Once Magdalene had a pack filled with food, a thick blanket, clothes, and her cloak, we set off, leaving her house forever. We were going to save our Kind... at least we hoped to.

Craaa. Craaa. Craaa!

Snapping out my stupor, I whipped around, wondering what that strange around was while making a full three-sixty and said, “What on God’s green earth, what is that?”

“I think its coming from your bag, Morwenna.” Magdalene nodded to my satchel. She didn’t even seem in the slightest, any bit scared. I felt flame rise up in my cheeks, making a mountain out of a tiny little molehill.

“Oh! Lemme check.” I looked inside the little satchel, and saw the gleaming and blinking ball. “You know who this is?” I asked the girl, showing her the ball that showed us a semi-tall dark-haired boy all clad in black and dark green.

She studied the ball, holding her chin, then moved her hand to point at it with her long pinkie nail, “Hmm, I think he is Elijah; he goes to my church.”

“Elijah? You know where he lives?”

“Yes, I do, follow me.” She led the way, across the road to a small neighborhood.

We stopped at a small shabby house. “Oh.. my.”

“Yes, I feel bad for them too. A huge poverty-stricken family, though my family has helped them out so many times.” Magdalene remarked, her lips twitched into a small sympathetic frown.

“Would you like to knock or shall I?” I asked, glancing at her.

She shook out her long brown hair, “Perhaps I should; they know me and maybe you should stay out in the bushes? Or do you want to meet his family?”

“I can help explaining to him and maybe if his parents come to the door, and see me in the bushes... it may not end well.”

She nodded slowly, a small smile spreading across her face. “I’ve got a plan.”

I felt a smirk spreading across my face. “Atta-girl.”

“First, let's hide our things, he must think we’re here for a visit and we will not be speculated as running away!”

I nodded, and we hid our things behind a tree, after making sure curtains were closed in the make-shift house.

Then the telekinetic girl trotted quickly to the door, and curled her fist, knocking quietly and properly. I followed suit, and crossed my fingers, hoping Magdalene’s half-baked plan worked. Even though she could have used the knocker; a quite large man opened the door.

“Hello Magdalene; its always a pleasure. What can I do for you today? And for your lovely friend, mind me.” His low voice sent shivers down my spine. I always loved low voices, and they always sent weird shivers down my back and spine; I love it.

“Hello Sir. You see, Mister Wilow, has Elijah told you about dear Maria, here? She’s a exchange student from Selena; Elijah, Maria and I were selected for a enterprise in school. Would you mind fetching him, so we can work on said enterprise?” Magdalene smiled sweetly, turning her charm, I suppose.

Maria? Maria! Did you forget my name, Magdalene? Or is it all part of your plan?” I thought, as I bit my lip, but I nodded, pretending to go around the duck’s hole with it.

Mr. Wilow smiled, “Of course, hun. Shall you stay here, or will you come in the house?”

Magdalene’s sweet smile stayed glued to her face, “Do you mind if we steal him for a bit? Just for a walk. Nothing serious, I swear.”

“Oh Magdalene, of course. No need to ask twice. Be right back!” The man twirled around, and went to fetch the boy who was in the crystal ball.

The man walked back with the boy. The loyal son, mirrored his father’s looks, was just a few inches shorter, perhaps half-a-foot, not even. “Hi, Magdalene. You needed me? What for?”

A gasp caught deep in my throat, my eyes wide open, as I made my brain replay his voice over and over again; his deep voice, perfectly layered with honey and herbs, so light but so deep, and so smooth! His voice was graced with a ballerina’s careful steps, and had such a rugged feel. Oh how I wanted to hear it again and again and again. His voice was nothing like his father’s. Mr. Wilow had a voice smooth as his but not as deep, and barely anything graced it. I wasn’t to be rude or anything but I loved the boy’s voice. You needed me? What for? What for? What for? The words echoed in my ears over and over, but the words meant absolutely nothing. It was his voice I wanted to hear, nothing else. I could sleep to his voice...

“Hi Elijah. Remember that science project? Miss Lydia assigned it to us, and Maria.” The girl said, and smirked. Elijah had a strange look on his face, but the girl continued, getting in front of him, and turning to his father, “Goodbye, Mr. Wilow. We’ll return Elijah, later, when he knows his vocabulary!” I waved, and we waited til Mr. Wilow to shut the door.

Once he did, Magdalene grabbed Elijah’s hand and he started to protest. She took her free hand and slapped to his mouth, “Shut up, Elijah!” He looked quite athletic, but once I grabbed his arms, and dragged him along with Magdalene, he stopped flailing his arms about, and let his kidnappers take him.

“Oh, wow, this was easy,” I remarked, laughing, as I glanced at Magdalene.

“Yes, it was. Now Elijah,” She turned to the boy whose voice I loved, loved very much, “you will shut up and listen to us. I don’t care what your reply is.”

The boy emitted a groan, as he was dragged along, and besides him I was smirking. This had to be the baddest thing I’ve done! Sure, sneaking out to see what my great grandmother was just a measly mistake. It caused her death, and I blamed myself for it. Not the man’s. He must of waited for me to come, because I could have been without a great grandmother when she started going out by herself. My smirk dispersed, and turned into a small frown...

A small ugly sob was able to escape my lips when Magdalene started speaking. I froze and listened to her, “Morwenna, you can let go now. We’re by the tree now.” She looked at me pointy.

“Oh!” I hadn’t realized that our feet were just a less than quarter a meter away. They were hidden in the grasses and shurby bushes by the tree. I instantly let go off Elijah’s arm.

“What you do want, Magdalene?” He said, crossing his arms across his chest, his muscles budging out.

“Well, why don’t you listen to my dear friend, Morwenna.”

Glancing up at the tall boy, I nodded quickly, “Yes. Please do so!” I grabbed my satchel and hastily nabbed the ball out it. “Look. You see this. This is you.”

Elijah took a giant step back. “Are you a sorceress? I’ve never conflicted with Magic before. Get away from me, you - you witch!”

I felt a tingle in my chest. What did that mean? Soon my mind was spinning.

He’s lying. He is a Magical, time travel. Force him to embrace, my Little Wave, A voice, a loud firm voice exposed their self on my mind. It sounded like my great grandmother.

“Hello?? Your Magic is Time Travel, Elijah. I know it because I’m a Magical too, of The Moon and The Moonlit Tides. So is Magdalene. She has telekinesis. There is only ten Magical and Enchanteds left, including us. Y’know the men who hunt you? They kill our Kind and I know we can save the rest of our Kind’s future. We need you, Elijah.”

Mouth wide open, Eliajh stared at me. “Yes, and we need to get a move on. Let’s go. Bring whatever you need, just make sure it isn’t to big and we’ll stay here. Do not, and I repeat, do not tell your parents. Word can get along to our predators,” I continued, running a finger through my hair.

Stunned, and scared, the boy nodded slowly, and headed to his house, knowing that I was much powerful than him. Then Magdalene and I giggled and cackled like witches.

“Ahaha, I did it!”

“Oh, you sure did, Morwenna! How did you know that?”

I froze, my weird witch cackling freezing to a royal halt. “I.. - I don’t know..”

“Is that what it means your Magic, ‘The Moon and The Moonlit Tides? That you’re a kind of witch?” Magdalene asked, her tone high.

“No, I think I’m made of the Moon. And I have abilities and fortune. Other than that, I have absolutely no idea. Just Mimi told me that a quite tiny piece from the Moon, when I do it. She said, once, that I produced a shield around myself.” I replied, twiddling with my thumbs.

“You don’t know how to harness this powerful Magic? No wonder those bastards want it for themselves! They want to make their immortality even stronger, and live past all humans, perhaps even animals... ” Magdalene trailed off, her dark face skimming pale. She glanced down to her feet, and almost looked disgusted.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one who wants to beat ‘em!” I exclaimed with triumph.

“Yeah.. you know what.” The girl who suddenly seemed down, whipped her head up, and looked up at me with a suggesting gesture.

“What?”

“Let’s kick their ass, and show them what we’re made of!” Magdalene jumped up and made fruit from the bushes fly up and float into each of our hands. “Lets eat to celebrate. To celebrate a plan.”

“We... - We really don’t have a plan.” I remarked confused.

“What about me? All right inside here.” She tapped her head, that she had acquired a plan, then she threw the piece of red fruit in her mouth.

Popping my piece of fruit in my mouth, I stepped forward and raised my arm to the holy skies, “Those men will stop terrorising us. Whether its by Magic or physically!”

“Yeah!” The girl with telekinesis shot her hand in the air, agreeing with me.

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Soon we (Magdalene, Elijah and I), were back on the road, and Elijah wasn’t scared anymore. His dark drawstring bag matched perfectly with his outfit. He was actually talking with Magdalene. And I was... I was listening and trying to savor his beautiful voice.

“... So, you can play with time?” Magdalene asked, her lips in a small smile.

“Uh, yeah. It started a while back, when I broke my mother’s vase. Mum would of killed me if she knew. But I said I wished and wished I could go back in time, so I could elude breaking the vase. And I did! I’ve been travelling through time since then.”

“Wow. That’s so cool!” I smiled, probably interrupting their conversation.

“Your Magic is even cooler, you know. How did you know my Magic?” Elijah asked, his glace trailing towards me.

“I don’t know. My Magic isn’t very specific and comes in random encounters. Has only happened twice; a voice came and entered my ears, and told me your Magic, Elijah.”

“Morwenna, you are more powerful than you realize,” Magdalene smiled, looking at me.

With two people glancing at me and complimenting me, my cheeks flared and heat rose up in my fingers. Cringing, I glanced down at my feet.

The two laughed softly, and Elijah remarked, “Now we know that compliments are a weak soft for you!”

I smirked, and held my head up high again, “Why don’t ask the Moon some more crazy things about you?”

“Oh, uh, I - I rather you not.”

“I will if you provoke me,” I giggled and rubbed my fingers to my temples, “O great and powerful Moon, tell me what Elijah’s middle name is!”

“Oh no, mission aborted! Magdalene, mission aborted!” Elijah joked around, and walked a quicker from me.

Magdalene snickered, and smiled. I smiled too. “We should get going. Elijah?” I turned to the boy, “Know who this is?” I held up the ball, and showed Elijah the boy with dark hair and dark skin, he seemed to be floating.

“Oh! That’s Yuval. Friend of mine; I’ll lead the way... Last one has to jump in a creek!” He sprinted off, quick enough so he could beat us, but slow enough to show us the way.

Magdalene and I both giggled, and she sprinted off as well. Shoving the ball in my satchel and before racing off, I made sure the crystal ball was tucked safely in my bag.

I had caught up with both Magdalene and Elijah, our pounding footsteps was all a reminder that we were on the run, away from adults and the men who hunts us. Blessed with speed, I carried on, and a little bit ahead of Elijah.

“You’re a great runner. Ever play games or sports?” Asked Elijah when he caught up to me. We were still running, but ever so often, we looked behind us to make sure Magdalene was still near us. If she was just a tiny figure in the distance, we would stop and let her catch up. But Magdalene was always a few feet behind us.

I replied somewhat sadly, “Used to when I was younger, but when my parents died and my brother ran away, I - I stopped doing those things.”

“Oh..” Elijah slowed down, and I had do slow down as well just to keep up with him.

After a while of just jogging, I glanced behind and saw a heavy-breathing Magdalene a few paces behind me.

“Magdalene!” I called, “Do you want to take a break?”

“Yes please!” She stopped instantly, and I jogged over to her. Elijah had heard me and followed suit.

Gasping for breath, Magdalene had hands on knees, and her beautiful brown hair glistened with sweat.

“Here. Sit down on the edge of the path,” I said to her, my voice soft and gentle, but Magdalene needed no encouragement. She heavily sat down, and I plopped down next to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little tired,” She gasped.

“Me too. Want some water?” I rummaged into my bag for the container of water.

“Please.”

I handed it to her, and she took big sips. “Sorry, I am really tired,” She laughed, as she handed the bottle back to me.

Smiling, I said, “Its okay, as long as you’re okay, its fine with me.”

“Girls, we ready to go? Walk this time?” Elijah said in his deep voice.

“Mmhmm, lets go. And I mean it, no running!” Magdalene shot up, and her brown hair flew in behind her.

“Yes, I assume you are tired as well, Elijah??” I remarked, laughing. I loved this. It was so fun being so free, and laughing with real friends and still trying to save my Kind. It was wonderful, I never had many friends as a kid. If I had any I remembered, I never saw them after my great grandmother locked me up.

“Oh, yes. But we better be going. It’ll be nightfall quite soon, ya know.”

“Yes, I know.” I rolled my eyes, “You need to stop before I find out your middle name.” I giggled, joking but I wagged my eyebrows.

“Fineeee.”

“That’s what I thought.”

We left the curbside, and followed Elijah, through alleys, and paths. It was about an hour, but I'm sure if we took a horse or a vehicle we would be there right now.

Once we reached, what Elijah claimed as the boy’s house, he knocked, telling us that he’ll will get Yuval. Magdalene and I hid, as I figured this was the best day ever. I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.