My Fate That I Don't Want

Chapter five: Dear soulmate

LIBERTY’S POV

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to leave?” I asked, worried.

“Yes, Liberty. As I said, I already talked to your psychiatrist and she’ll give you legal leave from school, then I talked to the school and they’re fine with you doing all the assignments from London. Seriously, don’t worry about it,” Genevieve answered for probably the hundredth time.

We were on our way to the university to pick up my schedule and books. The fact that I could bring the schoolwork with me was a huge deciding factor in my agreeing to go with Genevieve to her coven.

Just two hours ago, she came into my room after my two weeks of self-isolation and pity. Before even mentioning her real intention of taking me to London, she had forced me into the shower. I usually considered myself a headstrong person who refused to take orders (however good or bad the outcome of that could be), but even I had grown tired of my own stench and the tear stains on my cheek. Thus making it fairly easy for her to shove me in the shower.

After I had come out of the shower, she had seemingly managed to clean the room completely and was airing it out. Considering the heavy air I had grown used to, it was simply refreshing to feel the light winter breeze on my face. That was until she blurted out she was taking me to London. Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken more than twenty minutes for me to be convinced that it was a good idea to go. I needed help to understand what was happening to me and her coven could provide that. The rest of the time had been spent packing and her reassuring me that it would be fine no matter the ridiculous concerns I had.

As we were now seated in what I assumed to be her car, I wondered why I disliked her at first. She seemed nice enough and she was willingly helping me with something she had nothing to do with. Now I wasn’t so naive to think that she was doing this just for me, I would’ve been considering she had told me straight out that she was doing this both for me, her coven, and apparently the supernatural world (whatever that last one was supposed to mean). I asked her about the supernatural world thing, saying it sounded like one of those shitty ads that told you you were the greatest person on this planet and therefore you need their product… she had simply looked at me weirdly. I had not asked since.

We were approaching the campus and I wondered how my dorm room, which I hadn’t touched in months, was doing… mostly I was hoping everything wasn’t completely covered in dust, and considering that wasn’t very likely, I wasn’t too worried about it.

“Let’s go to the information desk, get your schedule, paperwork, or whatever, and then get your key so we can stop by your dorm?” she asked me, though I knew it wasn’t really a question, more stating the route we would be taking. I simply nodded.

After getting everything we needed from information, including my reassurance that everything was okay with the school, we left for my dorm.

Entering the dorm probably should have evoked some memories, but I didn’t really care for nostalgia, so I simply gathered my things, mostly schoolbooks, making sure I had the picture frame with Hope with me. Looking over to Genevieve to signal I was ready to leave, I watched as she was walking around Jasmine's side of the room looking particularly fascinated by the sight. I didn’t particularly think it was as awesome as it appeared to be to Genevieve, but I guessed it meant more to her as she had known Jasmine for pretty long. Clearing my throat, I finally caught her attention and we left, once again, for the car.

“How are we getting to London by the way?” I asked after I had realized I hadn’t even thought about that when I decided to leave with Genevieve.

She looked over from the steering wheel and simply answered, “By taking a plane, of course.”

“So we’re not teleporting?” I asked, pouting, slightly disappointed.

“No, no we’re not teleporting,” the slight laughter noticeable in her answer, probably from my childish pout just before.

“But isn’t that like part of the whole witchy pack or whatever?” curiosity was quickly filling me as I anticipated her response.

“Witchy pack..?”

“Yeah, you know basic witch skills every witch knows and does, like teleporting, because I am assuming you do not fly on broomsticks or even fly for that matter,” I answered matter-of-factly.

She laughed again, this time more obvious, “No we do not fly on broomsticks, though regular flying is possible if you have strong enough magic and know what you’re doing. It’s actually more likely for a witch or wizard to use their magic to fly than to teleport. Teleporting isn’t as easy as I think you think it is. You’re literally using your magic to bend the laws of nature and considering our magic stems from nature, that’s pretty damn hard. Basically, teleportation is pretty damn hard. You have to be extremely powerful and skilled to do so and, even then, the handful of wizards and witches that can do it need a bunch of herbs to help them manage it. I certainly cannot do it, and much less over such a long distance. I have only witnessed it once in my life when our head witch did it way back, like eighteen? Nineteen? Years ago?”

As she explained, I found myself fascinated by witchcraft, it seemed so intriguing.

“So are there any species that can teleport as part of their starter pack?” I asked, she laughed once again at my choice of wording.

“I know at least sorcerers and sorceresses can do it fairly easily. Their magic is opposite to ours and doesn’t rely on nature to function, they use their own and others' energy to perform their spells and magic,” she answered as we pulled up to the airport.

“Oohhh…” I simply said, fascinated by all I was learning. I felt like I should be taking notes of everything I was learning, but at the same time, I was simply too lazy to carry a notebook with me everywhere in case I learned something new. I would just have to rely on the power of questions and answers for now.

After finally having boarded the plane and left the ground, I couldn’t help but look back and think I was leaving something really important behind… but at the same time, I knew I needed this. I needed it to ensure my future.

Goodbye dear soulmate, I’ll see you soon, hopefully.