The Forgotten Twin

Love story

Liv

It’s been months now. And magic school has.. it’s been hard really. It’s been taking a lot out of me. I try my best to hide it well from everyone. So far no one has notice. Besides mother. And she has been holding back her anger. I can tell when I see the red flashing lights glow in her eyes.

Mother would take a turn around with a look of hatred all over. Her glare burn my little face. She was so disappoint at my performance that she doesn’t even bother to look at me anymore. I can feeling mother’s love fading away from me. With every lesson and every spell I try. And fail each time. Mother begins to distance herself from me more and more. It was a sharp, achy pain each time.

I don’t know what so wrong. I say the words right. I do as I am told, repeat every movement correctly. But when it comes down for the final results. NOTHING. There some moments I get a spell right. But it won’t hold. And even if it can. I am being reminded on the daily that it was still not good enough. My efforts were just not good enough. I continuously seems to fail in my mothers eyes. Everyone too but mainly hers.

Mother says i’m not trying hard enough. That i’m not practicing enough. That my passion for our coven, our family, myself, my Ancestors is not good enough. Saying I need to stop fooling around and take magic serious. Or else, she will take care of the problem.

It scared me to the core when mother says this. I haven’t heard of a witch not being able to do magic and staying in a coven. They were normally taken away and never seen again. I have heard of old horror stories. Mother read them to us like a child book.

**

She would not be able to stay and her coven can not help her. The witch was seen as a stranger to her coven. A trespasser even. And the Ancestors seems to abounded her magic.

The wiser witches has spoken around the world. All has agree to get rid of the problem. Her family has turn their backs from the non witch.

One night her fellow witches walk into her room and tied her up. Wrapping her legs together. Then her arms.

Making sure the non witch was not able to move a muscle. She had a sack over her head. And was lifted off her bed where she was kept asleep. She was dragged out her home. Once she felt her body put down. She only felt a wet wooden pole against her back.

The non witch try to beg and beg to let her go. “Release me at once. Please!!” Her body tensing up with every sob you hear her cry from the walk.

“Someone help me. Please, let me go. Let me go!” The non witch swan around, just her head able to move left and right.

Not a soul had the courage to help her. As they had been order to not do so. The decision was already made for her faith.

At her least plead was made she heard someone walk up and stand next to her. Hearing her heavy breathing. The person took the sack off her head.

She look around and it took her a few seconds to notice the whole coven was surrounded all around her.

She was confuse at first. Not sure what she was doing up there. Looking at where she stood and noticed she was being held in place with a tree stomp. Stood up right against its cold brass.

There were stones around her in a circle. Inside were dead grass that meet up to her feet.

The wind blow along her skin and she smell the scent of gasoline. It was on her body too since the tree was soak in it. Along with the rope on her legs and arms.

She hasn’t notice at the time but she had a third rope wrap around her torso. That was the main rope keeping her upright with the stomp.

She try again to get loosen from her ropes. And then an Elder spoke and stood in front of her.

“The coven, Elders and the Ancestors all had made it clear. We can not allow a witch whom can not perform magic. Stay here. Only one thing left to do for a non gifted witch as for yourself. You would be burn to the stake for your actions. Nothing farther.”

The non watch cry for she doesn’t accept her death.

Again none pay or glare at her. They simply follow their order and watch what happens when you are denied from your Ancestors.

As a witch hands the non witch mother a torch. Her mother gave her a look as she walk up the stairs and gave her daughter a last kiss goodbye.

Brush her hair back and out her face. The non witch cry and sob at her mother. Feeling her hurt her own mother ask her a question.

“If you can light this torch and get yourself out these rope. You will be forgiven. If you can not. You will be burn.” Her mother spoke coldly to her daughter. Not a tear or remorse to be seen on her face.

The non witch look around with full shock on her face. She see her full family gather around near the front to see her die. Her family, friends, all her love ones picked their faith and their love vanish from her.

She saw how no one was moving an inch at her capture. Her mother spoke again as it brought her back to her attention.

“If you, my daughter. Can show us you are not strip from your magic. Then you can stay.”

The non witch took one deep breath before she spoke.

“I can not, and I accept my faith. Go on mother.” She knew no matter what, she was not gonna live past this.

She lay her head back as tears stream down her face. Staring into the sky where she watch the moon staring back at her.

Watching her final moment as a witch.

“So be it.” Her mother went on to lit the torch with a simply spell.

The flame dance around.

The non witch look into the crowd of people and see not only was the coven watching. But all the spirits were around as well. She look back at each of them as they witness her death.

Her mother bend down to the root of the tree. Allowing the soak moist root absorb the flames. Backing away and walking down the stairs her mother join the others. Watching as the non witch catch in flames.

Holding back her scream with every fiber. Seeing a beam of heat coming from her. She lift her head to the moon and allow one last big scream connect to her spirt as she slowing melt away and her flesh became one with the stomp.

Her last sight was the dark cold sky. Her last scent was the burning cook smell of her own flesh. Her last touch was hotness from the flame connecting to her body. From toes to head.

**

“So my dear little ones. You two understand that a witch who can no perform is kill?” Mother close the book and make eye contact with me. I look down to my feet holding my stuffy bare to my chest. Mery nod for the both of us.

I spend all my free time down in the cellar practicing over and over. Hoping to get just one or two spells right. This seem to ease mother’s anger towards me. Father would try to ease my nervous. Reminding me a little wisdom

“If you close your eyes. And picture what you are trying to do. You will be able to do it once you open your eyes.” His sweet words always helps when I have problems.

And it works.

It was past dinner and I’ve been down here since lesson has finish. With father’s words in my head keeping me mellow. I was able to succeed some spells. I was in the middle of trying to transport a small item across the room. But I heard some footsteps walking down the stairs. I try to ignore it and keep my focus. But my nervous got the best of me. My body start to boil and my hands were sweating.

“Hey Livy how it going.” I jump at my spot as I hear Mery’s voice.

My spell disconnect and I drop my item on the floor. Not able to even make it a quarter of the room. I sigh with a pout on my face.

“Opps sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Mery held her hands up.

“No you’re okay. I was just gonna put it down anyways. My hands hurt.” Rubbing my hands. I wasn’t lying. They were hurting. I just learn from the past months to ignore the pain.

“Well it’s dark out Livy, are you coming up for bed?” Mery’s eyes glance over with her head tilted.

“Ohh I didn’t know it was so late.” Looking around for the clock. Not noticing I have been here for hours now. I saw it was 8:40 pm already. The time had went by so fast I didn’t notice.

“Father told me to come get you for bed.” She said with a cheeky smile.

“Okay yeah.” Nodding back at her.

At least it was father. Mother probably has forgotten I was down here. Normally I wouldn’t even notices it was dark until it was way pass the time. I’m happy to practice. I can’t keep failing.

“I’ll help you clean up.” Jumping up and moving a few steps away from me.

“Okay thanks.” I let a smile out for her.

I grab my notes and books. I step down my chair and I put my books away behind me. When I turn around, I notice everything else that was once on the table and the floor was gone now. I look at Mery and she just smile at me and wave her hand for me to follow her. I felt a deep drop in my belly. Knowing I’m falling behind. Failing on repeat.

“Come on Livy let’s go to bed. Father is waiting with a story.” She said.

“Okay.” I spoke with a quiet voice. Hiding my tiredness and pain.

I follow Mery out the cellar and I felt this wash of sadness over come me. Mery was doing so well and I wasn’t. She was getting a lot more attention then I was too. I was starting to feel like a lost witch. Mother has been taking Mery out for new toys and I was told to stay home and clean and practice more.

At first I thought I was in trouble for somethings. But I couldn’t remember what I had done. I didn’t ask. So I do as mother says. Afterwards, it became more of a thing now. Everyone would go out. Having fun, for say. While I stay home. I felt lonely most of the time. And still did not question when mother says I be staying home. That I had things to do. I knew mother’s favorite was Mery. Even father and aunt Mable has been loving Mery more. They don’t even notice me there. I felt like I was living a cinderella life.

Mery and I make it up to the room where father was sitting down waiting for us. He turn his head and smile at us once we enter the room.

“I got her daddy.” Mery said as she jump into her bed.

“That’s good Meredith.” Father help Mery get settle in bed.

“Did you get some spells done Elizabeth?” This was the only time he looked at me.

“Yes father.” I walked over and climb into my bed.

I had stop wearing my pjs. Because they don’t fit me anymore. And mother and father hasn’t had the time to take me out to get new ones. I would just wear Mery’s but mother doesn’t like me wearing her stuff. Mother says not to because she buys both of us our own stuff so we didn’t have to share. So I stayed in my clothes and just got into my bed.

“Okay girls are you ready for a little story?” Father say as he held a book in his hand.

He looks at both of us as we both nod and smile at him. I was a bit tired so I only had a one sided curl up on my lips.

“Okay so tonights gonna be about a love story?”

“Ohh is it about the princess and the frog?” Mery ask as her eye widen. That was her favorite story.

“Something like that lady bug.” He turn the book around and begin to read.

“Witch falls for the wolf man.”

We both glare at the book and tilt our heads to the side. This is new, I never heard this story before.

“Is it a sad or scary ending?” I ask father with a quiver voice.

“Neither my sweetie.” Giving me a reassuring smile.

**

Her name was Rose. A beautiful witch.

She live in a little coven but one day she decided to go for a walk to the bay. This was not a safe place for witches to go alone.

But Rose wasn’t just a normal witch. She was one of the most powerful witches. She knew if there was any trouble. She will be okay.

She skip her way down some rocky hills. Humming a sweet little song. She run down the hill until she came by a little creek.

This was in the border line of the bay. She look around to sense any presents near by.

“Nope safe and clear.” Rose says.

She got down to her knees and ran her fingers along the clear water. Letting the cold stream run through her fingers. The water was so transparent you can see everything that floods through it.

“Ohh how wonderful it is for mother nature to create such beauty.”

*Crackle of leaf breaking*

Rose took her hand away and look up as she hears a sound near by.

Closing her eyes she tries to sense out the noise with her mind. Seconds go by and a scent of wooden oak stream up her nose

“That’s new.” Her face wrinkle up at the new smell.

Rose has been coming to the creek by the bay for months now. And never has she smell the scent of wooden oak before.

Broken leaves has stop once the scent got stronger.

She then felt a warm heat run through her body. She tilt her head to the sky at the confuse feelings.

“How odd?”

Rose then open her eyes to see a man standing in front of her. She jumps with widen eyes and try to ran away from the man.

She only made it to a few steps when she hears the man let out a low growl.

“Mate.” The growl spoke.

This stop Rose in her spot. She close her eyes once again and smell the air.

“Wooden Oak.” She spoke low to herself.

She turns around and walks to the man.

“You are my mate?” Rose look at the man up and down.

“Yes. But my name is Nate. What is your name my beauty mate?” Nate glare at Rose’s little body.

“My name is Rose and I am witch.” At her last words spoken Nate’s eyes flicks to a golden color. Rose gasp at the change in his eyes.

“I am a werewolf. But please don’t run. I will never hurt you. I just want to protect my mate.” Nate says quickly.

Rose step closer to Nate. Pressing her chest against his.

“I am not afraid of you.” She whisper in Nate’s ears.

Rose tilt her head to the side and move her hair for him to mark.

“Are you sure.” Nate ask. Wanting to be completely sure that Rose is okay with allowing him to mark her.

“Yes. I am yours and you are mine.” Giving Nate her completed trust.

Nate bend his head down to seek his canines into her neck. Licking the wound to heal once he finish.

“I am yours and you are mine.” He whispers back to her.

They went on to live a happy life in the bay together.

The end.

**

Father close the book and give us both kisses on the forehead.

“Daddy is that real?” Mery ask.

“What is lady bug?”

“When you find your mate. Is the whole bonding connection real? Or is that just in the fairytales?” She asked him.

“It’s real lady bug. Everyone gets this nice warm comfortable feeling when they find their mate.” They both smile at each other.

“When do we find our mates?” Mery ask, she was so hung on to this love story. Or love itself.

“When you turn 16, but that’s doesn’t mean you will find them. You have to look for your mate. And when you two are near. You will know.” Father’s words give us joy.

“Is that stuff real?” Father turns to look at me after hearing my question.

“Which part sweetie?”

“Can a witch and werewolf be mates. Or even with a vampire?” My father rise his eyebrows then frown at me.

I sink into my bed. Thinking I ask the wrong question.

“It’s real sweetie. Sometimes our mate isn’t the same as we are. And that is okay. And if this ever happens to you girls. Remember this one thing okay?” He point his finger in the air.

We both open our eyes widen at him. Letting him know we are listening very closely.

“Our mate was chosen very specially for you. So if one day you find your mate. And he happens to be a werewolf or vampire, maybe even human. Ask him one question. Ask him. ‘Can I trust you with my soul to keep?’ And whatever he says will tell you how life forever with him will be. So don’t mind with what anyone else says after that. As long as the two of you are happy. That’s all that’s matters. Okay!”

“Okay father.” We said in unison.

“Father?” I ask one last question.

“Yes sweetie?” He sigh lowly.

“Why would it matter what others say?” I saw a small pout ran across his face. It was just for a quick second but I saw it.

“Some people don’t approve of it girls. And it’s mainly because they want to keep a full breed of their kind. So those people may have awful stuff to say about it. But I don’t want you girls to mind any of it. It’s just all talks, okay.” He replies.

“Okay father.” I said softly.

Father got up and walk to the door of our room. Turns off the light and allow the little princess night light shine the room for us.

“Just be happy girls.” He whispers under his breath as he slightly close our door. And Mery and I draft soundly to sleep.