He was “Mikhail?” I stumbled out. What the actual fuck was happening?
His laugh rang out in the kitchen, making me flinch with confusion.
“Mikhail? No, no Amaya. May I introduce myself?” Smiling widely he stepped towards me. His cleanappearance was a stark difference to the dirty dingy house.
“My name is Lynel. Twin to Mikhail. White Witch of Wisteria.”
What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Lyal was...Lynel? A witch? How?
“Ah I see the questions in those purple eyes of yours. You see, we knew your mother planned to hide you. So we made a plan of our own. I followed you through to this world. Thehumanworld.” His face scrunched up in disgust. His obvious hate for the humans showed through. “We needed you Amaya. We needed your magic, but oh we knew it wasn’t simply going to appear from living comfortably here! I was supposed to snatch you up and sneak you back to Wisteria. But then your kind had to go and blow themselves up didn’t they. Shutting the damn portals and trapping me here with you. Without the portals, magic dwindles, puffs out. But one day, oh I found a way.” Laughing, he stared down at me.
“I lost my temper and hit you. Lord the power that drifted from you and into me.” Inhaling deeply as if he could smell the magic, he smiled again. He seemed too pleased with himself.
I was fucked.
I was confused.
I couldn’t think straight as I stared at the identical twin to Mikhail. Not Lyal. Not a gross excuse for a human, but a White Witch.
“It gave me just enough magic to send word to my brother and the Council. I was alive. You were alive. And you had magic. I knew a way to get you to them. I justhad to beat it out of you. But the plan changed, didn’t it? Yes, it did.” He acted as if I knew of his plan.
I stood there, so still, so confused. This was all their plan. My entire life. They had this elaborate plan my entire life.
“The humans, oh the humans. The answer is in their souls! So pure. So clean. Soperfect. Their souls hold more magic than any White Witch could ever be born with. They just don’t know how to harness it. But we do. The superior race. Us. Witches. Oh but the Dark Witches had to go and ruineverything.”
The drip of blood from my clenched fist pulled me from my confusion. Looking to my hand and the half-moon cuts in my palms, I watched the blood bead before dripping onto the floor by my black boots.
“Where is Elyas?” I whispered. My poor boys. Where did they come into it?
“Forget about him. Focus child.” He snapped, his smile now gone and a frustrated look creased his greying brows.
“With your magic, we can open the portals, we can have everything we want. Have all the power we want.I knewyou would come back for those boys, but they were holding you back. You need to focus on whatisand not on whatwas.”
Stepping towards me once more I realised, I was now backed against the cracked wall, right against the small dent my head had created three years ago. I had forgotten to heat up the coffee pot and so I was thrown against this very wall.
“Where is Elyas?” I croaked out once more.
Sighing, he walked back to the crumbled table and sat in his chair.
“He’s gone! Now focus! If you open the portal fully, I can get back through to Mikhail. We can–”
The walls shook; the glass cracked.
The screeching was back, its loud constant ring becoming louder as the stranger in front of me spoke with less ease, eyeing the shaking walls with caution.
“Where is his body?” My own voice sounded wrong…It was all wrong. Everything had gonewrong.
I wanted my boys.
I needed my boys.
I was so cold.
So empty.
Everything was wrong.
And it was all because of him, this monster. My ‘foster father’, Lynal the White Witch... He beat me, starved me, all because they wanted my magic. MY magic, to control humans and the power within their souls?
