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TerrificTooMan t1_jd5tcas wrote

----------{Lynn Woods Reservation// 8 AM}----------

It's a beautiful fall morning in the middle of the woods. The sun is shining, the rivers are flowing, and a small bird finds its way onto a wooden window sill to sing its song. Until it nearly gets roasted by a ball of fire and flies off. Inside the wooden cabin a young woman buries herself into her blanket.

"Too early!" The woman groaned as she waved her finger, and the shades closed. The woman pulled her hand back under the sheet as she tried to get comfortable. Then there were several knocks at the door.

The woman sat up instantly, still covered in her blanket. She pulls it off to reveal her crazy long black hair, near white skin, and red eyes. She focused in on the front door. Suddenly there were four more knocks causing the woman to jump in her bed. The woman quickly crawled over the side of her bed and pulls out a pink robe to put on.

The woman slowly walks through her home towards the front door. Every few seconds the knocks at the door gets louder. The woman places her ear against the door and hears the mutterings of a high pitched voice. The woman places a hand behind her back, creating a fire ball. The woman opens the door, just enough to peep through.

Outside is a young, bronzed skinned woman, at least sixteen, dirty blonde hair, brown eye, and dressed in hiking gear. The teen meets the woman's gaze and the woman slams the door in a panic.

"Rude," said the teen.

"Quis es, et quid vis?!" said the woman, back against the door.

"Uhhh," the teen looked at the door in confusion. She walked over to a window and tried to look in before the blinds suddenly shut. "Hello, it's Victoria, I sent a letter." The woman grimaces before looking over at a pile of letters and magazines stacked on her coffee table.

"Sorry, I don't really get a lot of mail out here," said the woman. "What do you want? Are you lost or something?"

"I don't think so," said Victoria, "I'm looking for Wilda Belle, I was told she might live out here." The front door opens slowly. Victoria looks inside the darkened cabin and sees no one. "Nope." Victoria walks several feet away from the cabin. The woman peaks from behind the door and then walks out in a huff.

"What the hell!" the woman screamed.

"I'm not stupid," Victoria screamed back, "I'm not just gonna walk into some strange woman's dark cabin. How stupid do you think I am?"

"Stupid enough to walk out into the middle of the woods alone," the woman crossed her arms smugly.

"I have a phone," Victoria waved a smartphone in front of her.

"That I can promise you has no signal," said the woman. Victoria checks her phone and then groans. "Didn't really think this through did ya? What do you want with that old hag anyway?"

"Why should I tell you?" said Victoria.

"You wanted to find her, right?" said the old woman, "How do I know you're not some crazy person?"

"She's my...great grandma," said Victoria.

"Bull," The woman leered at Victoria.

"She is," yelled Victoria, "and I need to ask her about some stuff."

"About how you can see things that others can't?"the woman suddenly appeared behind Victoria in a loose orange T-shirt, green overalls, and hiking boots. Victoria jumped as she turned around.

"How did you..." Victoria slowly backed away from from the woman until she tripped landing on an old sofa. She looks around to find herself in the now lit cabin. The woman walks in, closing the door behind her.

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"Alright, let's get a look at you," the woman pulled up a chair and stared intensely at Victoria's face. Her eyes glow red before turning black with yellow irises.

"Ugh," said Victoria.

"Yeah, I know, it's weird," said the woman. Inside Victoria's chest where her heart should be, is a dimly lit orb. "We'll you've got something in there, nothing I've ever seen though." The woman blinks and rubs her eyes back to normal.

"Uh, what exactly do I have in me," asked Victoria. The woman looks at Victoria unimpressed as she snaps her finger, making a small flame appear over her thumb. "I'm...magic?"

"You have magical potential, yes," said the woman. "congrats, Vic, you're a witch!" The flame leaped off of the woman's thumb and exploded into small multi-colored fireworks. "You're parents must be so proud."

"Yeeeeeaaaah," Victoria sunk into the sofa.

"Didn't tell 'em," asked the woman. Victoria quietly nodded. "Eh, it's fine someone in your family would have noticed, they'll help you out sooner or later."

"Sure, if I had a family that was mine," said Victoria. "I was adopted, the only family I have left is my great grandma. I'm hoping maybe she would know why I'm like this."

"Usually genetics," The woman got out of her chair and walk into the kitchen. "Usually, someone in your birth family acquired magic and passed some of their power to their children and so on and so forth." The woman pulls out a kettle, milk, and a jar of ground chocolate. "It's the only reason you can see my house."

"What do you mean," Victoria turned around on the couch.

"I used a low-level cloaking spell on my house." The woman empties the two containers into the kettle and puts the kettle on the stove, lighting it with her fire thumb. "It keeps the...magically inclined from bothering me. Anyway, what do you want with Wilda?"

"I'm hoping she could, I dunno, teach me," Victoria got off the couch and walked to the kitchen window. "If this is her magic, maybe she could help me?"

"Sorry, not how magic works," said the woman, "she may have given you magic, but that ball of energy inside of you is all your own. You could be a fire witch like me or a necromancer, or a dream witch, or, gods forbid, a beast witch." The kettle starts whistling. The woman grabs two plastic cups, pours the hot chocolate in, pulls out a bag of caramels, and drops one in each glass. The woman pushes the glass to Victoria over the counter.

"Thanks," Victoria takes the cup, noticing that it's not as hot as it should be. She takes a sip and finds that she can drink the whole cup without even a slight burn. "Woah, that was..."

"Perfect?" the woman, leaned over the counter, proud, "In the three hundred years I've known magic, this is still my favorite potion." Victoria's eyes widen as the looks at the woman, the woman looking back with a sly grin.

"No way," said Victoria.

"What's wrong, Vic," said the woman, "didn't expect your deca-great grandma to still look like she's in her thirties?" Victoria leaps over the counter and hugs Wilda as tight as she could. Wilda returns with an even tighter hug.

Meanwhile, back inside Victoria, the orb cracks, revealing a dark purple light inside.

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