Spell Reign

Remembering one’s past isn’t always a good thing. Forgetting it is sometimes easier on the mind and on the heart.

Fire rain from the skies, as the ground cracks open to reveal the mouth of Hell. With a battle that has been in motion since before the birth of the human race, angels and demons all over the world fight. As their leader, I put on my armor and take a breath as I turn to my army. Covered in grief and sorrow for the last time at the lives that has been lost in this war. I mutter the final words that they will ever here from me. “We shall take this place as our new paradise. Burn everything, keep their skeletons as our trophies.” Before the battle could immerse, I woke up. This dream has been happening every night and I wake up every day on cue at 6:45am. The day is the week before the start of school. But as the day has started. It came to a close. The same dream repeated and the same thing happened when I woke up. But with a little difference.

Hovering over my bed in the midst of the night. I awake to find myself suspended into midair. I screamed, with my mum running into my room. She held out her hand and I held out mine. I lowered to the bed. She gave me a hug as I cried. I asked my mum what was happening to me and she could only respond that I am special. That one day I would find out the truth behind what and who I am. The following morning I awake to floating objects and a hectic storm brewing around the house. When I stood to my feet. Thunder cracked open the skies and the floating objects fell to their original places. I walked toward the door and it flung open. I looked down the hall in fright. To be revealed white light on one end and darkness on the other. Running toward the light I found myself now upon the staircase. With pictures of my family decorating the walls. I went down the stairs and found my mum and siblings Kyle and Diana eating breakfast.

“Good morning my dear. How did you sleep?” asks my mum.

I could not respond. Tiredness and the restlessness of absent sleep dangled on my mind.

Later in the evening my mum left for the market. Leaving my siblings and me in the care of our caretaker Clarissa. Clarissa was a slouchy looking woman. With long gray hair extended to her waist. Her skin was as smooth as a pearl and she walked silently as a cat. Our butler was a friend of hers named Ronald. Tall, butch, and a burly of a man. With the look of a bodyguard, Ronald had a deep and commanding voice. He has watched over our family since I could remember. The two were loyal to our family and watched over us for generations. I never knew much about either’s past nor did the question ever arose. My mind utter too many waning thoughts for me to ignore them. So I asked questions to them both. Looking for answers that my mum kept hidden. I had to know what was happening to me. So I approached Clarissa first. She took a deep breath and stood back. Ronald followed in her steps. The two disappeared through the house.

When my mum came home, I approached her with questions. Worrying for the reasons behind this. I told her that ever since that night I was suspended in the air. Every morning I awoke to find myself in such a state. Hoping that it was only the one night. My mum gasped with her arms folded around each other. She was in low hopes that this matter would go away. I comforted her to know that I can handle whatever she needed to tell me. She raised her head and placed her eyes on me and smiled.

“My dear you have grown into this beautiful young woman. Your past and mine shall no longer remained a secret to you.” Says my mum.

She called for Clarissa, Ronald, Kyle, and Diana into the room. Kyle and Diana sat next to me while Ronald and Clarissa stood near us. Somehow she magically lowered the blinds on the windows, lit the fire place, and the room went dark.

Beginning with the first words of her story. Memories of a forgotten past started to emerge. It was as if they were erase from my subconscious. The story appeared to me as though it was only yesterday. In fact it was Twenty years ago. The story was directed on my siblings and me. We were was born to Evangeline Lazaron and Demetri Lonki. Both were proud business people and spent most of their lives handling their families’ large estates. My mum took over the family multi-million pound business when her parents moved away. Growing up having everything she always asked for. My mum lived the fairytale life. At least that’s what is seemed to everyone. Especially when she met my father and the two would fulfill this idea with such a grand wedding that all of London lit up in celebration. Like my mum, my father was also heir to his family’s business. He was tall, passionate, had a calm demeanor. My mum described him as the dream husband as a girl she always wanted to marry. In his youth he was also considered a ladies man. Attracting the attention of some of the most powerful women across the world. As an African American man. He bend the laws of prejudice and fought the battles of others. Both political and racial to defend equality amongst the races not just for whites and blacks. This caused him to be coined an advocate for human rights. Something he took very serious in his later years. He was smart and boast historical knowledge for most of Europe. Traveling throughout most of Europe, my father collected many priceless artifacts and built upon his family’s financial success. My parent’s personalities were in sync. Both were happy, shared a love for traveling, passion for the arts, and were kind to all they met. Neither had a fighting bone in their body. Believing that everyone could live in peace. My mum joined my father in his fight toward human equality. Even going to America to march with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr during his protest. My parents saw many rightful advocate leaders reach their fame and prime. Something that they acquire from others in their camp at the time. Their love for each other would bring damage to their family however. Days before my father’s thirty-sixth birthday. My mum, siblings, and I gathered with me only being six at the time. We waited in the foyer waiting to surprise him with an early birthday party. Placed around the main room were presents along with family and friends. As we stood patiently, our family’s faith entered the home with a brisk storm of news. I would find out so many times since this time, was that happiness was a distant idea for my family. Everyone looked upon the door. Only for the phone to ring in the background. It was a call from a friend of the family who reported that my father was killed. The news struck the family from member to member. My mum fell to her knees. My siblings and I joined her. With all of us sharing each other’s tears. As my mum left us in the care of our family’s nanny and caretaker. My mum traveled endlessly looking for answers behind my father’s sudden death. But no matter how hard she pushed for answers. No one knew. It was at this moment that my mum’s entire personality changed. Kyle and Diana distant themselves emotionally and as my first day in high school prompted me to do the same.

Not long after, Diana acted out at school and caused a near death experience. Angry over constant bullying from school. She started a fire and set almost the entire section of her classroom ablaze. Rumor flew throughout the school that she had powers and was a witch. At first I defended my sister to which because my mum did not. Angry at her for not taking my sister’s side. I tried aimlessly to get my sister’s name cleared. But things continued to get weirder. Kyle was never the athletic person in school. He enjoyed to play chess and talk amongst himself. He was picked on in school because of this. But to his knowledge he blacked out when one kid in particular through his chess game to the floor. When he awoke, the kid was hanging upside down from a nearby branch. When Kyle came conscience, my mum again did nothing to defend him when everyone else accused him. Finally, I confronted my mum on the topic. She sat me down and told me a disturbing story. But I could not help to believe that she was not lying. However, the story could not have been real. It was too distant from reality. The same story she told before, was this time told again but she included my father and herself. Having had a rough beginning of the school year. I was not in the mind frame to believe such things. So our once very strong bond grew tense. But as time moved forward persuasion kicked in.

On the night of my father’s long awaited funeral. Belief of the stories my mum told me. Started to form a fraction within my mind. One of the creatures my mum referred to as a demon entered our home and thrust throughout the house. It appeared to have been looking for something in particular. It went through each room before arriving at mine. I awoke to see this shadowy creature hovering above my bed. Screaming. I panic, held up my hand, and the creature was thrown into the facing mirror. My mum entered the room just in time. The creature came to. My mum stood in front of me and chanted a weird language causing the creature to explode in flames. I could not believe what I was witnessing. First the dreams, the mystery behind my father’s death and now this. I did not know what to do nor what to say. My mum hugged me and whispered that everything will be okay. However, before she could take a breath. Another creature larger, faster, and appearing like a wolf. Entered the hallway. Racing through the halls of our home up to my bedroom. My mum turned to me, grabbed my hand and out of bed I went. Kyle and Diana both at their doors in fear. My mum grabbed their hands and we ran down the hall toward the stairs. As we ran our mum threw bolts of light behind us. One hit the creature and it was expelled to the floor. With the three of us following her in tow. We all were shaken as our night turned into a nightmarish event. She took us to the basement where we was greeted by our housekeeper and friend of the family. Clarissa Olnage. Waving her hands, the room lit to my mum’s gesture. It was beautiful. A massive dungeon with wall to wall catacombs. If I did not know any better this room did not exist before today. At least that is what I have been wondering since we step foot in here. The dungeon had long tunnels with each leaving to different niches. It was like an underground city that could have ran underneath the entire neighborhood. My mum with Clarissa led us down one of the front facing halls. Giant doors were placed along the corridor with one massive doorway at the end. The doorway was bolted shut by a massive size silver lock. On the door were markings that looked like it was painted in blood. My mum touched the marking. The markings glowed, my mum’s eyes turned a pale ghostly color, and her hair turned a similar color. Her hair flowed gently in the wind expelling from the door. For a minute she was dressed in a misty white flower dress. An instant of heavenly beauty. The lock fell to the ground and the doors opened up. As we walked through the door. Pastures of books took over the room. The ceiling disappeared into the sky with clouds dispersing across the sky. Kyle and Diana ran off to explore the massive library. While Clarissa followed worriedly behind. My mum ascended up the spiral staircase to an upper level. She instructed me to follow her. The upper level had books with locks attached to them. Some books had various markings and objects linked. As I happened upon my mum who was staring at a book. I noticed the book was locked away in a golden arch with the word Revelation written in melted silver. The display was benevolent and overlooked the room with a glare. It shined with the sky above. As though the sun was talking directly to the book itself. Touching the book, a symbol appeared on my mum’s forehead. I walked up to her, she appeared in a trance. When I tried to touch her to wake her. She grabbed my arms with pale white eyes. It was like she was possessed. Glowing with radiance from the book. She turned to me spoke in Latin. Causing the book to hover from its resting place. The arch broke down in ashes as the book floated in the air. In a haunting voice my mum uttered: “This book is the Book of Revelation and our family has been blessed with its power. You my child is the heir to its glorious power.”

Clarissa, Kyle, and Diana paused in their places. Frozen in time, snow danced from the sky. While a storm cloud brew above us. The walls started to move as the floor followed in sequence. With only the upper level pedestal holding my mum and I standing in place. The large room broke apart with only the pedestal standing by itself in a white void. Smothering winds and a heart chilling breeze pressed up against my body. Four creatures appeared. A lion, wolf, owl, and snake. They greeted me in human voice and with a loud rumbling the white void started to form a massive hallway. The arches along the corridor was like an ancient Greek temple. The book hovering in the middle of the creatures, my mum, and I opened to reveal words. The creatures insist on me to read the words. But I could not. As they were in Latin. A language that was as dead to me as it is to the rest of the world. Then suddenly, the words turned to English. I could read them now.

“Awaken thy soul, thy heart, and thy power. Upon this moment and on this hour. Shall the door of lost and the door of to become. You and your light shall be one.”

What a weird spell I thought to myself. At least I believe it to be such a thing. My mum’s eyes reverted to normal along with the rest of her appearance. Looking around distraught over the location we were in. I asked if she knew what was going on. Which she hesitantly replied yes. Before I could make a sound or ask any questions. The lion roared at me with her words. “Welcome to the great room of knowledge. A place passed down for generations throughout the families of heaven. This family has been attacked. It is time for you to prepare yourself for what is coming. Kyra you are the next in your family to inherit the power that lies here.”

“Where is Kyle, Diana, and Clarissa. What did you do to our home?” I asked.

“But child, we did nothing to either. Your family and your home is around us. You are within the void between awaken and sleep. A brisk moment in time where everything around us is frozen by the seconds of your world.” Says the wolf in a male voice.

“Power that has existed since before dawn. Lies dormant here and within you. One day soon a test shall be provided to each. Only one will have the challenge within one self. The other two will pass the test without much conflictions.” Says a female voice.

“The book you see in front of you, is the Book of Revelations. A powerful totem that is found within all Casters’ lineage. With its prophetic visions and knowledge of all things. This book represents the power within your family.” Says a male voice.

“What are casters mother?” I asked my mum

Before she could respond. The voices took her place.

“Caster’s are angels, protectors of human existence and soldiers of heaven. Unlike normal angels. They possesses the gift of magic. Magic that if perform correctly could be helpful but also very dangerous. Within this book, you shall learn all there is to know about your heritage.” Says the voices

As the voices laughed and fluttered away. The room appeared to grow larger and larger until an endless land of priceless artifacts appeared. Now a museum of sorts. My siblings and I gazed upon the vast collection in awe. My mum warned of the dangers of touching such artifacts. As each wield incredible magical properties and with some incredible danger. My mum asserted the importance of the room and what we may find here. Careful to head mother’s warning. We gathered our glee and back to the head of the room we went. Mum showered the room with the familiar chanting once more. The book glowed of an intense bright multicolored light. I felt a sensation I never felt come over me and my blood thickened. I could feel slight pain but it was over as quickly as it appeared. My siblings looked on. They did not feel the same as me. Loud rumbling noises slammed against the door of the room. Snarling and whisking was profound throughout the walls. Echoing so loudly that almost the dead would awake. It was the sound of the creatures from before.

“Hold out your hands and we shall banish this threat that has entered into our home back to Hell where it came from it”. Says my mum

Our eyes were brightly lit as my mum’s before. As before, mum chant the spell from before but this time she spoke it in reverse. As the demons entered the room. Their bodies burned to pieces. We rejoice. However, Clarissa was none too happy. She ran out of the room in fear.

My mum story came to a close. But my memories did not stop. My mum’s story opened a flood gate of memories for my siblings and me. I remember my inner curiosity shattered my normal thinking. I could not just wait for her to reveal more to me. So I raced to the basement once more. Here I found Kyle and Diana both standing at the door. It seem as though they too were drawn back to the room. As we all touched the door. The lock fell to the ground and the door opened. As the two of them entered. I heard a voice whisper to me upon the threshold.

“Of you Kyra we have yet to see the power you possess. Time is running out” I looked around to see no one in sight. An eerie feeling dangled over my mind. But I shook it off and I entered the room. The door closed and shadowy figures walked quickly pass the door without being seen. The book closed shut and a cool breeze shuttered up our spines and our heads lift to the ceiling. My siblings and I were in a daze locked in silence. As the room shifted and we were in the white space as before.

“We see the curiosity of the young caster’s have returned.” Says the voices

They introduced themselves as the Powers. Authority figures throughout the world that decide the fates of angels and of demons. A neutral force whom primary job is to keep the balance between the two sides. Appearing as a woman and two men with the heads of a falcon, lion, and bear. Their bodies were shrouded in robes and they appeared almost weightless as they hovered toward us. Frighten, my siblings and I were in a trance unable to move. Frozen by the sounds of their voice.

In the next few days, my mum acted with my siblings in a search for my younger brother’s Kyle ability and to help teach Kylie of her power. Meanwhile, I was near the fountain in the backyard testing out my new ability. The family dog and cat played with me and as I played with them. I threw objects which the dog catches and returned to me each time. I used my power to lift up a ball and threw it across the yard. The dog appeared to have smiled at me and ran off at it. The cat stared at me and me at it. Locked in its gazed, our pets seemed even more included with my newfound discovery as I have become. My mum called me back inside to have brunch. Clarissa took Kylie and Kyle to the patio and my mum explained to me that I was attacked by a demonic force called a Belki. She opened the page within the book and showed me its description. From its insert, the page was drawn with various symbols and markings including a picture of the creature and its description.

These creatures range from various sizes, ages, looks, and attitudes. Some however manage to make their living as normal humans after the Great War between angels. It is said that some demons are actually kind hearted and will one day assist in the next battle of the angels, demons, and gods. Currently they are in numbers of over 1 billion and increasing at rapid speeds. Demonic entities, Belki also have various powers with higher level demons capable of throwing fire balls and controlling the elements.

My skin crawled as I read the insert. That such creatures exists. I thought demons were only things we learned of in church but not that they were real and that I would meet one in my bedroom. My mum explained to me that our family belongs to a long line of powerful casters known as Bloodcasters. Furthermore, she explained that thousands of years ago our family the Balkurians made a deal with the goddess Bewithia and her son Xshaun. To become immortal and to have great power. Although the story varies in origin of our family’s legacy, it still remains the same that our power comes from the very first caster and the first warlock. Bewithia and Xshaun respectively. Because of this, our powers are greatly enhanced and our blood grows thicker each generation which makes our blood potent and very powerful when used with magic. The term Bloodcaster as my mum describes it. Is a term used by old world casters to describe a caster capable of using their blood to cast powerful spells. Our blood are so lethal that it can expel both angels and vanquish demons. Some feared us long ago because of what the Balkurians did to the world. My mum mentions that the Balkurians push for power had deadly consequences and that they enslaved the entire magical community and nearly killed half the population of humankind. The book we were given is called the Book of Sanctuary. Its power holds thousands of years of magic and knowledge. Given to us to protect both magic and humankind. The book has been an item that many wanted over the course of time. My mum’s story continue to dive deeper and although a lot was left unexplained. My questions, for now, will remain unanswered. She gave me the book and told me to look upon it in time of need but to be careful of the magic within it. She explained that non magical people can ever learn of our gifts or there will be dire consequences.

It is funny how in the midst of all things that has happened in my life recently. That I could forget how normal my life actually was. I mean I attend a private school and I excel in all of my grades. My teachers call me an eager student with great ambitions but lack interests in the subjects. Which is true partially because I always knew that I was different inside. I could not relate to the world around me and now I understand why I have these feelings. School has started back and it was time for my semi normal life to begin again. Between classes, oncoming prom, and boys, everything just seems so irrelevant now. Although, mum encourages me to try and maintain a normal life. With all the things out there in the world I cannot help but feel like a fool. To walk these halls and stare in the faces of these helpless mortals. I feel as they are in danger just being around people like myself. So in the common weeks I distant myself from friends, teachers, and anyone trying to befriend me. I am now a junior in school and my time to realize what this life is trying to show me is now on my shoulders.

In English class, my teacher Ms. Grum a growly woman with long spiky gray hair and a hardcore Irish accent. Was always tough on me. Even when she taught me the year prior. But I could respect her teaching because although she was tough. She taught English in a way that most other teachers dare not to teach it. With passion. She loves her stories and even more love when others interact with them. In theatre classes she often attend our plays because of their meaning and the literature we read and learn about while performing. She was someone who could appreciate the formal things in life and was considerably proper. She had faith that I would be an excellent English teacher and for a time so did I. When I left to go home I told my mum of my latest feelings toward school. Much my shock my mum mentioned that she too had similar experiences after finding out that she was a caster. She also mentioned that although we feel such a way. We still were placed in this situation for a reason and that normality is important for us.

“My dear child, you may not understand this now. But in the coming years, you will appreciate the ability to be normal and live amongst the normal. For our world can be draining and very dark. One day you will cry for a way out of magic. This I promise you” her words were deep and filled with passion. I could understand how much she lost and how much she feared I would lose one day. At the time I could not understand it but I did not take it for granted either. I took the passion from the words and started engaging with friends and faculty again at school. Much to my delight, this cause me to meet a boy who just moved to London from Italy. His name is Ace Gombino. He stood 5’7, short wavy blonde hair, and his skin was so smooth. He had a rock n roll look about him with his leather jacket and piercing blue eyes. All the girls wanted to be his girlfriend and with this being high school. This instantly made him the most popular guy in school. He was offered to play in sports but he refused. He instead chose to play in theatre and music. His instrument of choice was the guitar which girls found amazing including myself. As much as the guys tried to bully him. Secretly they too were interested in learning from him to gain the envy of the school’s ladies. After school one day Ace was sitting on the bleachers playing his guitar with a horde of girls around him. As I passed by I dare not to look his way. His eyes followed me and then whispers from the girls told of my family’s dark mansion and dark past. His interests were caught in a paradox where he wanted to know more.

After school Ace caught up with me and introduced himself. Shy at first I smiled and begun to walk faster. He followed behind me to catch up with me. As I turn the corner he ran up beside me and asked me why I was walking so fast. I looked into his eyes and mentioned that I am probably not the best person he should get to know right now. He responded with the obvious question, why, and I continue to walk. As I approached the gates of my home. He tried to follow me home but I slightly wave my hand against my chest and he fell to the ground. I turn to make sure he was not hurt and as he got back up confused at what just happened I was gone through the gates. He looked onward through the gates at my home with amazement on his face and then walked away smiling. I told my mum about him. She thought I was just having a crush and she probably was right. But I had to get closer to him without exposing my secret.

So the next day I was at school and as I left to go to math class. Ace grabbed my arm and asked for my name.

“What is your name, may I ask?” in such a polite and proper tone.

I responded “My name is Kyra Lazaron”.

“I knew that I just wanted you to say it. Your voice is very nice.” A cheesy line I know but he is a dreamy guy. I smiled at him and he invited me out for milkshakes which I agreed. It is 1973, the year of rock n roll, peace riots, equal right movements, and the era of change. He told me about his parents being freedom riders and that he wanted to be one himself but he was too young to join them. He has no siblings and his parents leave him with cash while they are away. Sounds like a lonely life to live alone at a young age but he seemed content with it.

“I am throwing a party tonight if you want to come over. A lot of people from school will be there. But I’m really interested if you show up.”

“Ok I will be there” I responded smiling.

“Good come by around 8pm” he says as he backs up smiling before walking away.

Later that night I began preparing for the party. Living in a wealthy family has its perks as I have a closet the size of some people’s bedrooms. (Laughs) With a radical poodle dress, dancing shoes, bow in my hair, and my mum’s silver bracelet. I was ready to have a goodnight. I walked out the door saying goodnight to my mum. With her returning a hug in exchange for words and wished me good luck. She also pressured me to remember not to expose myself at the party. Which I agreed in a rushed demeanor. I arrived at Ace’s home in my family’s limo. As I waved goodbye to David the chauffeur. I walked up the stairs to be gawked at by fellow students on the lawn. Meeting Ace at the front door. He was dressed as if he appeared in a rock movie. I knew this night wouldn’t be a dream night mostly because my fellow classmates hate me and they talk about me and my family. My mum would not agree with me coming her but she knew I really wanted to attend. So I pretend to smile and walk around the house. Amazed by all the paintings and artistic views of his family. Ace and I chatted for a bit about his family while I dodged questions about mine. Ace went outside to smoke with friends. A nasty habit but I was too much into him to mention it. I walked back into the home to be greeted by his friends. They taunt me about my family and made nasty jokes about my house. I tried to ignore them but things only got worse. I went off to the bathroom only to look over the lawn to the backyard. I saw a figure that I could not help but identify from dreams as a kid. He was tall with silver hair and green eyes. He was talking with Ace and his friends. Before I pulled away from the mirror he looked up at me. I mean directly into the window. It was scary. Frighten I pulled backwards from the window. Washed my hands and left. When I went downstairs Ace greeted me. Something did not feel right with him. His presence was cold and his eyes was very dark. I could feel negative energy pulsing from his body. Maybe I was over thinking it I thought. Until the insults started back up again from our fellow students. I would think Ace would ignore them with me. That is until he joined them in the taunt. My eyes lit up with tears. Before I could run to the front door to leave. They blocked it and taunted me even further. I was crying and I was surrounded. From that moment I blacked out and everything went dark. Things around me started moving and the people in the house felt sharp pain. The lights flickered and the windows opened to let in massive gushes of wind. My heart was racing but it felt really good. Feeling as if something was taking over me I didn’t care. All I wanted was all of the taunting to stop and for everyone to leave me alone. I lift my hands and the students bowed down to me. Ace stood there looking at me with a smirk and whispered for me to keep going. To kill them all with my power. Instantly I knew I had to stop. I snapped out it and apparently awoke to everyone laying on the ground around me. I turned to Ace would looked startled and then he passed down to the floor. I ran out the door. I continue to run down the street until shadows appeared to follow me. The lights blew up on the poles down the street in front of me. Causing me to stop. Loud noises whimpered around me and I was frozen. I felt cold breath on my neck and warm hands around my waist.

“Don’t be afraid my darling. I’m here now. Just let go and we can be free” said a ghostly voice in my ear.

As I turned to see who it was the lights came back on and the shadows disappeared. I continued to run home leaving this horrible night behind me. The next morning I just sat up in my room looking out the window. I was feeling depressed. However, not by my fellow classmates but more because of the things I experienced afterwards. Questions entered my mind and caused me to question the things out there in the world. I turned to my mum who was sitting in the living room watching television. I told her with hesitation of my night. She hugged me and told me she had something to show me. Always one for surprises I was curious at what I was about to see or learn. She closed her eyes and chanted:

“From our family’s blood, I summon thee. Come forth the book of we”

Magically our family’s book appeared in her hand and she mentioned its real name is the Grand Book of Sanctuary. The place where all magic and our family’s legacy of spells is located. She mentions that it was given to our family by the goddess Bewithia. In hopes of curing our legacy of our ancestors evil intentions onto the world. It has been blessed by the High Council and guarded by our family for nearly two thousand years.

“The things that you have been experiencing lately are the result of demonic activity caused by the awakening of your powers.” She mentions as she looks at me with a worried expression.

As I told her not to worry, I hugged my mum and I went to greet my siblings in the yard with Clarissa. My mum meanwhile used her magic to disappear leaving the book on the sofa.

Outside my brother finally exhibited his powers after playing fetch with the dog. He was able to cause an action to slow down. His abilities effected the animals, trees, and even Clarissa. But for some reason did not affect Kylie nor me. When the magic wore off, Clarissa knew what just happened and she smiled before walking away. I could tell that Clarissa was not a fan of magic and although she continues to support my family. She cannot help but distance herself from it nevertheless. In the coming days I would remain absent from school and my mum would disappear moments at a time. Ace continues to call me and I continue to ignore him. He even tried to come by my house once but the family dog scared him away.

The day is now December 1st, 1973 and my mum has been awfully quiet as of late. I asked her of her whereabouts and she just pushed me away. She asked me in return if I wanted to return to school or not. I replied I did not know and I would need to decide before the holiday break. The following Monday I return to class. Everyone looked at me and their eyes followed me. I walked with my head down low and shame on my face. The first day back was awkward to say the least. But I am glad that it is now over. On my way home. Ace stood at the corner waiting for me to turn. I did not have the strength to deal with him and his apologies. So with a flick of my finger he moved into the street. Luckily for him there was no traffic. He stood there looking at me and screamed “it wasn’t me that night”. I slowed down but continued forward.

I have been confused at this world for too long and it’s up to me to do some much needed studying and finding out answers. My mum has been disappearing lately and I cannot speak to Clarissa about this. So it is up to me. I browse throughout our home believing that these walls and many rooms displayed many secrets. I checked each room until I found a room that was locked and had chains across it. As I approached it I could hear whispers come from the door. The room was located on the second floor of our house in the far left corner. It was large and judging from the outside had tall windows and even a spiral tower. Always a curious person I had to enter the room and find out why I never been inside of it let alone know it was even here. As I tried to get the chains off so I could open the door. They would not budge. They lit up as I attempt to remove them.

“Wave your hand in front of them” said a voice as it entered one ear out the other like a ghost. I did as it said and the chains fell to the floor. I used my power and the door flung open. The room appeared large with multiple levels of books. The windows appeared to erect as high as the sky and the ceiling was hard to see. If looking from the outside this room would appear of normal size. But it was as if magic was flowing so freely within these walls. I looked around the room opening various books. Some with different languages, many of Latin and English decent. I walked upward to the spiral staircase to the next level where I spot a floating book above a small pillar. It was encased in glass and had sparkling writing spiraling around it. An amazing site for sure. I continue to approach it. A feeling of hope and happiness showered over me. My heart was calm and almost all of my worries disappeared. I felt warm and determined. Could this be the work of the book? I asked myself as I moved closer. I lift the glass over the book and I grabbed the book. Instantly I was taken over by a force of incredible power. I hovered in the air with winds and loud sounds of fire and water being heard in the background.

“Appear what use to be, appear what needs to be seen” words that I had no control over. Utter from my mouth. My house begin growing from the insides out. Large structures appeared across my family’s land. The trees and walls around our property grew as to blind by passers of what was happening. My blood was racing. The room around me disappeared and I appeared in a field. I was facing a large Victorian style house. I am now confused at where I am and what was the meaning of bringing me here. I could tell that the book was telling trying to tell me something. I walked through the field to get to the house. I could not feel the grass on my feet and the wind that was blowing I could not feel that either. It was a dream but a vivid dream. Or maybe it was a vision. Could this be my powers showing me this in conjunction with the knowledge of the book? Questions I had to place on hold. I feel I won’t get out of this dream until I get through it. I walked up to the house and saw a girl with what appeared to be her father. A voice from the book begin to speak of the actions of the characters that I was watching.

“Around the early 12th century, a young woman named Aeliana met with an elderly man named Demetrius. The two had an immediate passion for each other, their attraction was described as two young lovers first meeting while away on a trip together even though the two were almost three decades apart from each other in age. Aeliana was a beautiful woman, daughter to a farmer named Theon and her deceased mum Fabia. Aeliana often played in her parent’s beautiful pastures and with the animals that lived there. When her mum died she helped her father out on the farm with various chores including going into town to the local market. There she met a goldsmith named Demetrius of whom was son also to farmers, but both of whom died when he was Aeliana’s age. The two spent various mornings and later on afternoons with each other, one summer’s afternoon their relationship became more serious and Aeliana and Demetrius agreed that its time for Demetrius to meet Theon. Upon first meet, Theon proved a dislike for the two because of the obvious age difference, however as time progress, Theon grew closer to Demetrius as he offered his daughter protection that he (Theon) no longer could provide because of his advancing age. After Theon passing a year later, Demetrius and Aeliana started trying to conceive. The two tried for three years until one day, Aeliana started to feel sick and experiencing strange dreams and later feeling emotions that she believed wasn’t her own. She told Demetrius of the strange feelings and dreams but he dismissed it as a symptom of her pregnancy. Aeliana knew this wasn’t the case, so behind Demetrius’ back she left to see several people calling themselves wizards and oracles. All of which were false, however after hearing of a potential real seer, she left to see the woman. Upon arrival, Aeliana met with a woman named Regina Eyis who would later find a school where many magical children would attend. Regina foretold of a powerful child that would later produce a long lineage of strong casters and warlocks and that the world would one day want to see this lineage destroyed. Scared of Regina’s prophecy coming true, Aeliana separated herself from the world including Demetrius. The two grew more and more distance leading up to Aeliana’s final month of pregnancy, during this time Aeliana experienced many new things including a sensation for power and control. Her dreams became more vivid and she noticed she could move small objects by imagining it to move. More than ever, Aeliana knew Regina’s prophecy was real and thus seeking out Regina for guidance to learn how to raise such a child. However when Aeliana returned to the place where she first met Regina, Regina was gone and the entire village where she lived was in ruins appearing abandoned for many years. At the time Aeliana wouldn’t know that she actually spoke to Regina in a dream caused by the great power of her unborn child. While traveling back home to be with her husband Demetrius, Aeliana water broke, with the help of a strange man who was transporting her back home a back road, Aeliana was about to give birth. The mysterious cloaked man took Aeliana to a nearly destroyed cabin and begin to perform a procedure to bring Aeliana’s child into the world. At the birth of the child, many strange occurrences happened near the cabin including the cabin restoring to its once beautiful appearance, animals coming up to the threshold, thunder and lightning outside as wind began to blow against the cabin’s walls and windows. In a weird puff of smoke, the mysterious man showed himself as Xshaun, the Father of Warlocks. He explained to Aeliana that her baby girl was one of the first of a long line of powerful casters and warlocks that would take the last name of Balckurian which in an ancient forgotten language meant “powerful”. As much as she could tried to fight the god however Aeliana proved unsuccessful as Xshaun disappeared as soon as she gain enough strength to stand. Aeliana screaming and slowly becoming sick starts to spit blood, alarmed and frightened more for her child. She ran as fast as she could to a nearby village and screamed for help. The villagers ran to her side and aided her to recovery which occurred days later. At this point, Aeliana still too weak to journey, explained her story and the Villagers explained that they knew of Xshaun and his conquest to find the most powerful child of which he deemed the Starter. The villagers knowing of the child Aeliana must have provided given Xshaun’s interference in delivering her child into the world. Told Aeliana of the similar prophecy that she was told by Regina, except the villagers elaborated further to state that one day the Balckurians would nearly destroy the world and enslave the magical community and that it would take a great force to one day bring them to their end. Confused and overwhelmed by everything that has happened, years has passed and Aeliana fell into depression, once again started to feel sick. As she laid in her bed, she remembered once feeling happy, she remembered her life with Demetrius, how happy she was with her father, and the day she found out she was pregnant. All to which ended as she learned of Demetrius passing and no word of Xshaun and her daughter. In her final days, Aeliana was visited by a hooded woman who spoke softly and smiled as she approached a dying Aeliana. She whispered to Aeliana that her daughter was fine and that she is happy and that for the last few years she has been watching over her. Aeliana took sick to speak, silently smiled and knew that she has finally met her daughter. She touched her face and at a moment of silent bliss she passed. Using her foretold abilities, the woman placed her hand over Aeliana’s chest and from her hands light shined over the room and Aeliana disappeared. The woman at a blink of an eye was gone, the villagers seeing the light ran into the home, only to see it covered in ash and nearly destroyed by what appeared to have been flames. Confused the villagers told many stories of this moment and made many predictions of what happened to Aeliana and the room.

As time progressed, the Balckurians proved to be as powerful as Regina’s predictions, with their powers they used it to nearly destroy the magical world and enslave the remaining half. Many of the Balckurians brought great wars and only a handful remained as kind hearted as their ancestor Aeliana. It is believed that Aeliana although not magical, watches over those with kind heart of the family legacy and thus starting a common belief that pure good magic remains in the family. The Balckurians would break off into three clans of which two the name changes: Lazarons and Tackeron. The Tackeron were proud noble casters that used their strong power to enslave cities and ancient lands, one of their homes was the Tackeron Domain. It served as a sacred meeting ground for many casters, warlocks, or worshippers of such. The practice of castercraft and Wicca started here and it later served as a sacred ritual ground for the goddess Bewithia. The location disappeared shortly after the fall of the Tackeron line of casters and warlocks during the battle of Magical Community versus Balckurian Descendants.

The Lazarons were started with Vivica Lazaron the born Lazaron, born from a powerful caster of Balckurian heritage. Vivica’s parents were unknown although it was suggested that her parents began to change their family’s reputation by moving to England and changing their name from Balckurian to Lazaron. However Vivica’s parents died while she was young so she continued the chain and in her youth would meet a beautiful man who owned a bookstore. Although not magical like herself, she loved him dearly and the two would give birth to four children. Out of the four only two had magical abilities, the most memorable was Laza. She was a powerful caster and had the ability to see the past and move objects with her mind. Like her mom, Vivica, she could see events from the future however it was very rare. Laza moved to France where she married and had a child of her own, she continued her mum’s life and married a mortal. She died around the same age of her siblings, around 70 to 75 years old, she lived her life as a theater actress and used her magic to advance her performances although no one was the wiser of the fact. The Lazaron line would grow and eventually separate into both America and remaining in England. Somewhere during the early 1700s, one member of the Lazaron bloodline married a sorcerer and the two gave birth to the first hybrid magical baby. This produce great power and added a powerful uniqueness to the following Lazaron line allowing the line to grow stronger than before. During the late 1900s, the Lazarons produced another powerful foursome of children, the fifth time this has happened in the family’s history. This foursome would separate at a young age because of their parent’s involvement with each other and would only find each other again in England where they would live together and fight dark forces. Further extending their family’s legacy.

The Balckurians would go for centuries rampaging around the world with their fellow magical community fighting them at all cause. To no avail it finally came the chance for the High Council to intervene, however the magic within the Balckurian line proved even too great for the High Council. So the High Council would seal away each member into a dormant state sleeping for the next few hundred years in hopes that, that then generation of magical beings will be strong enough to stop them. Upon awaking in a new world, the remaining Balckurian members would go up against the new appointed royal family of magic. This was deadly as nearly every member in the battle died, new members of the Royal Family was created and the sole remaining Balckurian ran for his life. Sworn to turn over a new leaf, he ended using magic and married a non-magical woman. The two gave birth to three beautiful children of which two had magic, the two as they got older sworn to make up for their family’s treacherous past. In the next two hundred years, the Balckurians slowly disappeared from existence with only one short line of members remaining.

Vivica walked up to me at the end of the vision to greet herself.

“Hi Kyra. I’m Vivica your ancestor and the purpose of what you see here. I feel you are looking for answers without anyone willing to go the distance to show you them. So I am here now to assist you” she explained in a sweet and assertive tone.

She pulled me through a white light and we stood in a tunnel with one end filled with darkness and the other filled with light. She explained that both tunnels were direct access to the afterlife that I one day will choose to go through one of them. I asked her what did she mean by that. She referred that she can see the future and she has predicted the day of my death. Before I could ask when it will happen. She responded that I need not worry about it until it comes. But that I must learn to use my powers to my advantage before the Balkurians attack. She moved closer to me, touched my heart and endowed me with her own powers.

“You are the first twice blessed Lazaron within nearly 400 years. You are seeing these visions because of your power to see the past. When you touched the ancient book of our family, you were taken into the past. This power to see the past is called Premonition. Take advantage of what you see and do not think twice about it. As everything shown to you are actual events that has passed.”

But why me, why am I so special to be twice blessed? I asked her.

“Because destiny has chosen you for whatever reason to end this constant struggle of our family. It is something about you child that makes you so special. It is not because of your power nor your name but because of your spirit. Something that no one in our family has had for centuries.”

With a blink I returned to the library standing in the same spot and with the book in my hand. A whisper with Vivica’s voice mentioned that I should open the book as our family’s true power lies within it. I opened it and read its engraving “Apvienot šīs divas pilnvaras un ļaujiet mūsu burvju brīva plūsma”. The book lit up and so did the Book of Sanctuary. The two combined floating high above the floor. Its power was incredible. The two were now one. Glowing with a silver spine, bejeweled cover with a weird symbol on it. The silver casing wrapped partially around the upper and lower left corner of the book. Its back fully engraved with the Book of Sanctuary in English.