The ultimate witch

Story time part two

Since I can remember It has always been me and my sisters, sure we had our parents but they passed away shortly after I turned 18 teen raising my two twin sister from when they where fourteen until seventeen year old put a lot of purseure on me. I would stay at home due to our families inheritance and watch over them every single day. They grew like weeds the first couple years flourishing in school. Logan always had to beat Aiden in school Logan was always studying always trying to get straight A's. Aiden didn't very much like school in the beginning she didn't understand why she had to go to school. We would have many different talks about if she didn't go to school then I couldn't be fit to raise her. Within the first couple years they grew into women very powerful woman. It was like as if seeing a mirror but they were sisters the same character defects within each other. When they turned 17 I decided to go to college myself it was something I always wanted to do something I always dreamed about going to. I thought I had to put that life behind me though when my parents passed away my sisters pushed me to go to college though said it would be good for me to get out of the house to live my life.

The first couple months of college were fast pace I was falling behind in some of my studies, I had tooken liberal arts it was a lot of painting classes a lot of music classes. though in the world around us most girls weren't seen as doctors or nurses they weren't seen as anything but artists. I had always had a passion for one I held a paintbrush in my hand. I could always create something from my memory I had a few masterpieces in the grand hall, we'll get to what the ground all is eventually. Maybe the grand hall is where I meet the love of my life staring at those paintings on the walls staring at those masterpieces that they call the only girls work could be. Right now though I'm standing in my room it's small but it's doable it's all white with gold trim. The bedpost has four pillars there's For Windows two by the bed and two overlooking the lake by our house. There is a white wooden painted with gold trim wardrobe on the left side of the room when we were kids when we all thought the world around us was fake me and the girls used to hide in there pretending we could fight crime pretending we could be princesses somewhere. You know kids things something that makes you happy but sad when you look back on it. On the other side of the masters room is a door leading to a bathroom it has a world pool tub and shower it has one of those things if you look down at it is a globe and if I put my fingers around the tips I can still feel as if I was a kid trapped in someone elses nightmare.

Sometimes I feel like this is just a nightmare that it's all just a dream that I'll wake up one day and my parents will still be around sometimes I wake up and think about the day thought I realized it wasn't a nightmare but I realized I really was by myself. Do you ever just reach out your hand towards the sky and you see Blue Jays crossing the horizon. I sometimes think it was a day like that it wasn't so cloudy overhead it was just blue skies everywhere. There is some things you should probably know about the town before I dive more into detail about it. There's about six towns surrounding our main town but our main town is where headquarters is at. Our main town is where most of the witches in the surrounding towns live at. The main town is where you could probably fall in love with anyone surrounding it. If you believe in love. We've been outcasted most of our lives but the beauty in it was that we always thought we would live to see another day and that's what drove us to this town. Is I reach out my hand towards the water in the sink and look out twords the window waiting for my sisters to arrive home I think about what life could have been if we lived in a different town. The torment that the townspeople have been giving themselves because of the towns around them, the news of the vampire colony have arrived in a town near the surrounding towns is Quincy central. Their will probably be a towns meeting on it or maybe the people of the grand hall will meet on it. trying to stop the fear that would bring apart this town make us go back into hiding. Town hall is for the kings and the Queens of the wiccan colonies around us. Everyone is loved to go there to look at the art pieces though. No one is allowed to request a meeting with the kings and Queens and Princess and princesses. Well almost no one the basics of requesting a meeting is that you have to be a higher up. My father was a higher up here is known as the Knights guard.

And at this point you're probably thinking they passed away do this something terrable. They passed away due to something malevolence. In all honesty I wish I could give you that answer I wish I could turn around and tell you that they passed away due to something horrible. Passing away do the plane crash isn't the worst thing but sometimes it feels as if they were just taken as if they're still on their trip away overseas and there's still coming back. Their bodies were never recovered we never got to have the burial that we needed to have. We never got the answers that we wanted. All the bodies that were on the plane everyone's missing loved ones. No one got the answers that they wanted.

As I look up towards the window again drying off the dishes this time I think about how the world can be cruel and I think about the people that I've missed. Looking through the stained glass window the little shapes in the window the over dialing of dread. Sometimes it feels as if maybe I could disappear one day. Maybe I could get out of this life? Maybe one day. That's when I hear the twins stumbling in from the front door Logan runs up to me.

“sister! There is going to be something held at grand hall! It's for the lovers ball for the holiday! Everyone's invited we get to dance all night.” Logan said

“a dance at grand hall? That sounds like it's going to take a lot of preparation good thing the holidays not for a couple of more weeks.” I say back towards her

For the next day or so the girls discuss what they want to wear for the ball. I had to class the next day like nothing is going on but it's that arc of the town at this point. My best friend and me were talking about it before I walked into class. Little mummers around the class are saying that there is a transfer student. I wonder what the transfer student's going to be like how easily they are going to catch up with everyone. The teacher walks in and starts ordering people into their seats are going to town next to my original partner. The teacher turns towards me and says “do you mind switching partners for the rest of the school year?” without hesitation I stand up and I nod my head “I'm fine with switching partners if you need me to” anyways she's going to make my old partner look bad since all they did was copy my notes. He places me into a new seating arrangement where I'm sitting next to no one.

For a few seconds I don't think he has anyone to be paired with me they already paired off my old partner. then just for a few seconds I relish in the fact that I won't have a partner I will get to do everything by myself like I have been since the beginning. That's when my eyes flicker towards the door and see a blonde boy walking in his hair was curly it was cut shoulder length, he was wearing a blue T shirt and black pants his blue piercing eyes you could tell he had to be from some type of royal line. Only blue eyes fall into royal lines. I have the blue eyes because my parents were from the guards. Could he be a guard son? The teacher went in sat him next to me and I put out my hands “hi I'm Camilla.” he took my hand up to his lips and kisses the top of it. “hello I am Jamison.” he says with a arrogant tone. I rack my brain for a few minutes trying to figure out who Jameson was. He didn't seem like a guard son he seemed like he had more class.

It was about 20 minutes into the class before we made eye contact again talking about what are projects should be for the final “why are you taking this class anyway you're a male you shouldn't have to be just doing art.” I say finally looking at him. “my father doesn't want me doing any type of work. He actually doesn't even want me going to school.” he says I roll my eyes. An arogant father raised in arrogant son. “and what do you want for your life? Do you want to paint for the rest of your life or do you want your father's job?” this was a question I was going to ultimately regret once I found out who he actually was. “I don't think that's any of your business. We should be discussing what we're doing for our final though. What type of paints or art do you want to do for it? We should probably do it at your place because my place is a little” he stopped his sentence there as if I should know what his place is. “your place is a little?” I said. He glanced at me as if I was the new kid and he was the master “my place is a little preoccupied at the moment”

After giving him my address and for warning him about my two little sisters he seemed a little more open with me after our spat in the beginning. We seem to be getting along butter since then but everything seems a little hazy when I brought up his house and his family he didn't seem to wanna talk about it. As if it was a big secret as if he was keeping something inside him that he didn't want to let go. I was hoping this would be the only class I have with him. He seems smug maybe even arogant. But to be paired with the new person wasn't the worst thing he actually seemed to want to do his work.

But I would be so wrong, it was as if this guy was following me two every class to every venture. As if he pacifically asked to be only put in to my classes. As if he asked every teacher to pair him with me. This was going to be a long beginning of the year. hopefully next semester he will drop out? He will disappear. You can't despise someone that you don't know, right? I feel as if despising this male would be too nice of a thing to say right now he was clouding my brain, and overlooking the inputs of every crevice that I was in in the school.

It wouldn't be easy for any woman to turn down Jamison but as the week went on Jamison realized that the eye he had on the woman Camilla seemed to wear her down seem to bring her down he wondered if most women felt like that around him when he was not around the royal family. He wondered if most women felt like this as if he was trying to catch them off guard. He had asked most teachers for him to be paired with her he had asked to be put in most of her classes. But he was struggling to keep up with her if he did admit it himself. He was struggling to surround himself with the day-to-day life that went around on campus. He seemed to have fewer friends on this campus here's his parents if they could transfer his friends to the campus and they reluctantly agreed. It made him seem like he had friends at least. His best friend was from a few towns away he went to school at that town. He would also be his right hand person when he became of office. He wondered if Camilla would find out when the ball happened in a few weeks.

The balls seemed to be the place in the talk of the town for most people her age right now. But every time he brought it up to her she seemed to focus on her sisters they seemed fascinated with it. He even said one time that he thought it was for the Prince to find the queen when he took the place of king. She didn't seem too thrilled in that idea. she even said that the Prince seemed arogant seemed not in the right mind to take over as king right now. Maybe she knew that he was the Prince but she seemed so clueless in all of that. Many people around him seem clueless as to who he was when his friends came to campus it was as if it was a huge party for all of them. Most of his friends took normal classes for males though. He felt as if his father's wishes words for him to take one semester of any type of classes that he wanted but they couldn't be normal male classes was like rocks in his face. Mostly because he knew where his life was going.

Ever since the age of five he had to be the next king in line that was one his older brother passed away from a cold Tamil his older brother would have been so much better for the job. His older brother would have told him to lay back let him do what he should do. He almost hoped an wished for his brother to come back but wishes were bad luck in his side of the family they could come true they could be terrable. They weren't genie magic they were relentlessly with their wishes they wish things for themselves and with that bad things could happen to them. He once remembered that his grandmother wished that her husband came back to life and how her is Gran father terrorized the townspeople for weeks from once he came back to life. This was in the olden country but it was still a terrible thing to wish. He couldn't wish death not to happen for everyone to be alive.

He wished he could wish away his worries in the following months to come the only person he seemed to like was Camilla on this campus is she seemed uninterested the only thing she seemed interested in was doing her paintings she was good at it. It almost made him feel bad that he took painting. He was a natural at painting and music. It was almost sad how natural it came to him how much he wanted to help her with the finals. But he wouldn't be here this semester after the finals weren't really for him to earn a grade. She'd probably be paired with one of the blondes in the back of the room again. Maybe she wouldn't even be here next semester maybe they push her along maybe he could make her be pushed to the next arrangements for painting people maybe he could make her life a little bit better.

Thinking about making her life a little bit better made him a little bit happy at times. Like the time he met her sisters they seem like they are her world, one has pink hair meaning that she has fairy magic anwan has Gray hair meaning that she has black magic. They both have blue eyes though meaning that they are of royal descendants. It's weird for the guards to have different magic children it must have come from the mother's line. Camilla herself her hair was always tide back into a tight little bond with some loose ends straying around her face the loose ends were always black her bun was always Gray meaning she came from two different lines of magic black men woods magic Gray meant black magic. Meaning she would be better off in the woods doing black magic hiding away from the world.

Then why did he want to show this woman the world so much why did he want to bring her out and carry her. Why did he want to break the only rule that his parents had about not bringing a woman back to his house. He awoke from the only nightmare he's ever had it was the same nightmare day in and day out the nightmare that he would never find someone to love or someone to love him. It was sad and poetic he never thought much about love growing up he never thought about loving someone or them loving him. He was always ushered into some type of business meeting he was always told this is the life that you're going to have. It wasn't until he got about 17 years old when he started telling his parents that he wanted his marriage to have real love not like how his parents love is.

To look at his parents you wouldn't know that they love each other they mostly just married because they were both of royal descendants to look at his parents you wanted know that they probably haven't slept in the same bed for many months or years. His dad did love his mom Once Upon a time he thought to have her by his side but as soon as he became a king he forgot how to love he doesn't want that for himself. He wants to find someone who will bring out the goodness in him and bring out the joy in him. In his mind wraps back to the small places the darkest places that he can think of. His mind goes back to falling in love with a complete stranger on the street.

But of course he would have to fall in love with the hardest girl on the planet, a guards daughter the guard starters are raised the most strictest women around. They are not to be married if the guard passes away. They are to live their life how they want to live their life if their guard passes away. I wonder if she thinks about getting married I wonder if she thinks about falling in love. Her parents passed away when she turned 18 and that must have been the hardest part of her life raising her sisters by herself without anyone's help. It was that Monday morning that I was found at a cafe shop at the schools library going over art history homework. I was the only class that they didn't allow me to be paired with her. Apparently they are not allowed to have partners in this class.

When I walked out of the cafe with the book in my hand reading it going over the details of some of the greatest artists that our colonies have had I bumped into her on accident I didn't know it was her at first so I mumbled something “sorry” I say I had spilled coffee on my shirt it wasn't the hardest thing to look at but it was a white shirt and I'm sure if it was water you could see my tattoos the royal tattoos underneath my shirt. All of a sudden I felt tissue paper on my shirt wiping up the coffee I glanced up to who it was and it was her. “there is no need to do that I was the one who bumped into you” I say trying to pull her hand away before she notices something underneath my shirt. “what is that she points to a mark it was a silver mark that I had underneath my shirt something that I've had since my first tattoo identifying the time of ancient line. “it's nothing I promise I should probably go change my shirt before but more people notice” I say refling my book in front of my shirt.

She probably knows already but I'm already walking out the door of the library rough flings through to get to the gym to get to anything so I can change my shirt so I can move and not be seen with my tattoos I make it to the gym and I pull out a shirt from my backpack. I made it to the locker room I don't think she followed me hopefully. No one is in the locker room and I slide off my shirt but all of a sudden I hear the door open behind me. This is where my life takes an unexpected turn. This is where my life is going to go downhill isn't it? Just a school but my parents if they find out they will have me removed from the school. I pick up the book and turn around it's her.

“I thought I told you that I was going to be OK I just needed to change my shirt” I say trying not to sound arogant but also nervous at the same time “yeah I heard what you said but the mark underneath your shirt what is it” she said reaching out her hand for my book “it's none of your concern it doesn't matter anyway” I say still in a nervous tone she still trying to get my book anyway. “I'm not leaving until I know what the market is, there's been colonies of vampires coming around and if you're one of them I want to know who I'm inviting into my house.” she says. Oh great now she thinks I'm a vampire and if I don't show her the mark she's going to keep thinking that. “I'm not a vampire but if my family finds out that you saw my mark I won't be able to go to school here” I say turning back around towards the locker. “you don't talk much about your family and I've tried to respect that but I already know that you have royal bloodlines in you whether that be a guard or someone else. Unless you are a vampire who's trying to pretend you are one.” she says, of course she knows that everyone in this Kingdom whose of a descendant of them has blue eyes piercing blue eyes. “if I show you you can't tell anyone, promise?” I say in turn around and look at her My book still covering my marks when I turn. “I promise.” she breathes out. I removed my book and the way she stares at the marks she knows what they are, she knows that I'm in the royalty family. I put on my spared T shirt before anyone sees me. she nods her head and I take a deep breath.

“you let me say all those terrible things to your face and you didn't stop me.” she says with a tiny smirk. “perhaps I would say those terrible things to my own face if I was someone else” I say and put my hands in to my pockets. “maybe we can actually start being friends now.” she says.

Actual friends, actually friends when I want to be lovers?