The Forest Luna

It had been ten years since I was taken from my bed. I was told I was a witch, and should not be around humans. I still have not been able to make one potion or cast one spell. Henri, the man who took me, told me it was there and I just had to keep working on it. I hated him with every fiber of my being, and he knew it. Though he was always supportive and kind, he still took me from my bed at 10 years old. There were many other girls that came and found their powers and were sold to Kings, Alpha's, and other high ranking people. Even some humans would buy a witch to do their bidding. I longed to get my powers just to get away from Henri. I could not go back to mama and papa, but I could get the hell away from him. "Focus on your chosen object girls, and will it to move. Telekinesis is the easiest lesson. It only gets harder from here," barked Madam Anne. "Concentrate on what you want it to do, and do not get emotional. We do not want another incident, Cathryn." The little girl hung her head and covered her eye. Last week the poor thing got mad and her glass jar exploded causing her to get glass in her eye. Madam Anne is an older witch, around 300 years old. She has taught generations of witches so Henri employed her to teach the girls he brought back. She kept her hair in a messy bun and always wore a pencil skirt with a collared shirt. She was nice, but strict. Eyes the color of a sunset. "Leann, you're wanted by Henri. You may go." Henri must have linked with her, so I roll my eyes and leave. I walked down the hall of the abandoned building. It was so depressing, all the broken windows and peeled wallpaper. We always had to keep moving so we stayed in pretty strange places, always ready to leave at a moments notice if Henri pissed off the local alpha. I couldn't help but wonder who I would be if he had not taken me, but eventually I wouldn't care. I reached the room Henri was working in and knocked. "Leann come in! I have a surprise for you!" I opened the door and stopped suddenly. There was a very handsome man standing beside Henri. He kept his hands in the pockets of his nice black suit. His hair was a nice dark brown with a tint of red, and his eyes were like tree bark with a layer of moss creeping up the side of it. "Mr. Dark, this is Leann. She is the oldest of our girls but has not found her powers yet. I understand that that is not an issue though. May I ask why?" "No you may not Henri. I have plenty for this inexperienced witch to do. She may even continue lessons at my home. Please get your things Leann, and be at the front door in ten minutes," the man blurted with his Irish accent. Mr. Dark? Who the f**k is this guy? When he spoke it's like a fire was lit in my chest. I had seen some handsome men, but none had made me feel that way. I was always focused on getting out, but the delay of power was in my way. I nodded my head and turned to leave, a smile crept onto my face as I did. It would not fall as I went to my little space in the far corner of the second floor. I had been lucky enough to get my own space at this building. I was happy about this so for once I had spread my things around a little. Would this Mr. Dark give me a room? New clothes? What about a shower!? I had grown tired of using the rain we caught or the water spells the girls would use to clean ourselves. My dreams were small, but important nonetheless. I was ready to go on a new adventure, and rise up to get revenge.