We Found Each Other

'Guessing Game'

"You have a right to know. Ask me whatever you want to ask." He focused on me.

At that specific moment, hundreds of questions puzzled my mind. But If I asked him about me, I'd get more perplexed by his answers.

About one thing I was absolutely sure. I needed to get to know him, that was the only way I could get to know myself.

"So tell me, Who are you?" I peered into his eyes dubiously. "You're not a fairy but the opposite? Are you, by any chance, an evil creature that looks exactly like a human?" I asked and he just grinned on my speculations.

"It's not 'creatures' that are evil or good, it depends on the individual," he said. "And you are free to assume which side I'm on."

Just now he said I could ask him anything and now he was back at it again. I wondered if anyone has ever asked him this question. Because to me, it felt like he was trying to dodge it.

"You know what? It's okay, you don't have to tell me, I know you are a... vampire!" I threw a guess.

"Seriously, Linnet? Your guessing game is real bad." He laughed.

'Yeah, right, I suck at it. How can a vampire sit beside me under the sun? That too without burning or glittering. A werewolf? No that's not possible either. He's not that bulky. He's kind of leanly muscular.'

"You can teleport, so perhaps you are an... ALIEN?"

"Do I look like an alien to you?" He was having the time of his life, teasing me.

"No... to be an alien, you are supposed to have two heads or maybe four arms." I puckered out my lower lip in a pout and looked down at my hands in disappointment while he laughed.

"If you are done laughing at me, perhaps you can tell me who in the world are you?"

I was so done with this guessing game. His laugh got more intense as I threw fists at his arm. Controlling his laugh, he held both of my wrists in his hand, stopping me from punching him anymore. "I'm a Warlock." He smiled.

To say that I was taken aback, wouldn't do any justice to the situation I was in. The guy sitting right beside me was actually a Warlock? Not that I didn't anticipate something similar. I knew he couldn't be an ordinary human or regardless of whether he was, he had to have some supernatural powers like teleportation.

"What's with that look?" He asked, examining my face.

"Nothing just, I thought Vampires were cooler." I thought out loud.

"What?" He laughed. "Linnet are you serious? I don't want to die laughing!" He released his grasp, setting my hands free.

"So like, you practice witchcraft? When did you turn into a Warlock?" I inquired.

"I didn't turn into one, I was born a Warlock. Apparently, Mortals can also acquire knowledge about witchcraft but they can only do so much, and it takes them a lifetime to master it," He continued, "I'm not a Mortal, nor am I from this Realm. We are born with magical powers, mana is present in our body just as blood is. Furthermore, we have more reliable sources of wisdom as well as spells only we can cast."

"So you're not just any human practising witchcraft, but an entirely different being from another realm?" I asked and he nodded calmly as a response.

"So, what am I?" I inquired. "Wait, does that make me a witch too?" I frowned thinking about the odds.

"Witches in your realm don't ride on brooms and scare children, do they?" I asked nervously.

I was stressed and his laugh began once more. I was supposed to be annoyed, I tried, yet the sound of his laugh was music to my ears.

"Don't worry, Linnet, you can't scare no child. And... you aren't a Witch," he said as he finished laughing. "And who'd want to ride brooms when you can just teleport." He chuckled.

"Really? That's a relief," I sighed. "What about Wiola? She is your sibling so that means she's also a witch, right?"

"Yeah, she's a witch and she doesn't ride on brooms. She prefers her Porsche convertible."

"And what about Kyle? Does he know that?" My curiosity was intensifying.

"Of course, He does, " he answered. "Wow! I can't believe I'm living in a world where witches and humans are dating, " I scoffed and sighed or something in between.

"Why? Does that bother you?" He asked with an unreadable expression which made me want to hear his thoughts that I was unable to hear.

"Nope, It just feels like I'm in a novel or a movie." I grinned. "It's so cool."

I gazed up at the ethereally beauteous azure sky which gave me the courage to scrutinize my existence.

"Who am I? If not a witch," I asked now looking at him.

"Linnet, you see this pendant? This Enchanted Tanzanite?" He held onto his pendant so I could observe it clearly.

"This is no ordinary stone. And you possess its another part that will make it complete." Traces of amusement were slowly leaving his face.

"I'm what? Wait, tell me everything about this Enchanted Tanzanite thing."

"It's a long story, I don't know how to tell you," his voice got intense.

"I'm sure I have no problem with long stories, but you can shorten it, if you want," I said.

"Okay, so, for starters, Enchanted Tanzanite is an immensely powerful source of magic that was bestowed upon our family generations ago. It acquires a life of its own and gets feuled by an obscure power. Eighteen years ago, that day..." He took a pause, a hint of pain smeared over the deep colour of his voice.

"Enchanted Tanzanite broke into two and one if its parts was destroyed."

Consuming all of that knowledge, I wondered what happened 'that day' to break such a powerful source into two.

"But the Book of Shadows has it that an Enchanted Tanzanite can incarnate itself into different forms, " he notified.

"Book of shadows?"

"Told you, we have more reliable sources of wisdom." He shrugged.

"Okay, So let me get this clear, you said I possess its another part... But I don't think I have it." I shrugged shaking my head but paused as soon as I read his eyes. "Wait, you... You do not mean that it incarnated itself into me... Right?"

He nodded reluctantly.

"The colour of your eyes indicates that, and it glows when it comes in contact with you or even if our skins touch while I'm wearing it." A brink of smile appeared in his eyes. "Just like it used to glow before." His longing gaze lingered towards the horizon.

I could sense that he yearned for something he lost. Maybe something bad happened to him that day. Something he wouldn't like to recall. I wanted to see him smile again, I didn't like how joy left his face.

"You mean like this?" I held his hand and the pendant glowed again. I smiled towards him hoping it could comfort him. I knew something was disturbing him and I wanted to tell him that it's okay.

"Yeah," he said with a slight smile. A smile that assured me that my endeavour to comfort him turned out to be fruitful.