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Chapter 12 You Are a Witch

Hannah's POV

In the pizza shop, my grandmother and I sat by the window. She was absentmindedly looking at the bustling street outside while I was stuffing my face with pizza.

"Aren't you eating?" I asked.

"I'm not hungry," my grandmother replied gently, looking at me affectionately. "Is there anything else you want?"

"I'll be fine with finishing these."

I glanced at the empty plates on the table, unable to believe that I had finished an entire plate of pasta and fries by myself. Normally, just one plate of pasta would satisfy me, but even though my stomach was already full, I couldn't resist putting more food in my mouth.

Eating helped distract me from what had happened earlier. The thought of kissing Daven in our room while my grandmother was just a door away made me feel guilty. I didn't dare let her find out about it.

"Here's your hot chocolate," said the waitress, placing a cup on the table. As I reached for a tissue from the box, I accidentally knocked over the cup.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, trying to catch the spilling hot chocolate while using a tissue to wipe the stain on the table.

"It's okay, let me help," my grandmother said, glancing around to make sure the waitress was no longer nearby. With a casual wave of her hand, she brushed it across the tabletop.

In an instant, the hot chocolate stain disappeared, and the cup was filled to the brim, just like when the waitress had served it. It was as if nothing had happened, but the brown stain on the tissue was evidence that the cup had been knocked over.

"Why is this happening?" I asked in surprise.

But my grandmother simply shook her head and made a shushing gesture with her hand. Taking a deep breath, the long-held doubts hidden in my heart were pushed back just as they were about to be spoken.

I could already faintly sense that it wasn’t just an illusion or trickery by the circus magician, but real magic!

"Come on, let me take you to another place," my grandmother said as she stood up and put on her black coat, heading towards the door. I immediately followed behind her.

We got back into the car, and my grandmother drove away from the bustling neighborhood. After about 20 minutes, we arrived at a secluded marsh area in the suburbs.

My grandmother parked the car in the woods, and then we walked deeper into the marsh on foot. My grandmother didn’t say a word during this journey, and neither did I ask any questions. My intuition told me that what was about to come would be an unknown and mysterious realm.

And my grandmother was the only one who had ever touched upon this mysterious realm. As I tried to control my excited emotions, I patiently waited.

"Here we are," my grandmother stopped walking.

But in front of me, there was nothing but a dense forest. People with poor eyesight might mistake the darkand thickwoods for a pitch-black wall. The rustling sound of leaves blown by night wind sounded like ghostly whispers, making people feel scared.

"There is no road ahead." Countless trees stood close to each other, their horizontal branches blocking the way, and even the ground was covered with many thorny weeds.

My grandmother smiled faintly as she faced the wall of trees, whispering something I could not understand, like some ancient prophecy. Her voice was like the night wind, like a whisper, like a chant.

Her face was expressionless, and her eyes looked into the deep darkness. Suddenly I heard a violent rustling in my ears. And the center of the wall of trees in front of me unexpectedly split off into a path leading straight inwards.

"Go ahead."

My grandmother led the way, and I followed close behind. As we moved deeper into an open area, I noticed that the trail behind us had disappeared. The trees formed a circle around us, and we stood in that circle.

My grandmother reached forward and a small gray RV appeared in front of us, its illuminated headlights now the only light.

"Let's get in." My grandmother pulled open the RV door and invited me in like a host.

The moment I stepped into the RV, I felt as if I had stepped into a new world. The walls of the caravan were hung with a number of glass jars, each containing something I had never seen before: roots and leaves of various colors, and a dazzling array of bird-like feathers.

"These are my collections," my grandmother said. "Most of them are useful for making herbal remedies."

"This one too?" I said, pointing to a large canine tooth infested in a glass jar, "I don't like that."

"Those are werewolf teeth," my grandmother told me in a teacher's tone, "And werewolf saliva is one of the sources for making poisons."

"Poison? You make poison?" I looked at my grandmother with incredulous eyes, "How many things are you hiding from me?"

"Come here, dear," my grandmother sat me down on a chair, and she and I faced each other.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have kept things from you. But I had to wait until you were an adult to tell you." My grandmother paused, then said to me, word for word, "Hannah, you have the witch blood in your veins; you are a descendant of witches!"

The news fell upon my brain like a boulder, and after a brief period of blankness, I recovered my senses.

"So, it's true?" I stared at my grandmother, "You're not lying to me?"

"Yes, it's true," my grandmother said quietly.

"Oh God!" I stood up excitedly, "So when I was 6 years old, I told you that I saw the dead Mr. and Mrs. Baker fighting at their graves. That's true too?"

When I was 6, my grandmother took me to the funeral of a couple who had been killed in a car accident. While everyone was immersed in silent mourning, I pointed to the headstone and said to my grandmother, "Look, Mr. and Mrs. Baker are fighting in front of their headstone."

They had often fought in their lives over trivial matters, and I was not aware that the war was still going on after their deaths.

At the time, my grandmother rushed to cover my mouth, and later told me it was just a hallucination. Afterwards I always took what I saw as a hallucination, and said to myself that it was not real.

"It is." My grandmother said helplessly, "What you saw was all real."

"Then why did you lie to me?"

"I was protecting you." My grandmother sighed, "Because of the prophecy."

"I don't understand."

"Let me tell you slowly." My grandmother said as if she was telling me a bedtime story when I was a child, "In the beginning, there was a very powerful witch, her name was Selina, and then she sacrificed her life to maintain the peace of nature. But the prophet predicted that within 100 years Selina would be reincarnated, and that her reincarnation would be as powerful as herself. And our ancestor is Selina."

"So, I'll be Selina's reincarnation?" I asked in a small voice.

"Not necessarily." My grandmother said, "Just because you're her descendant doesn't mean you're necessarily her reincarnation. It is said that Selina's reincarnation has some sort of special marking on her wrist when she comes of age."

I looked at my wrists, and they were as smooth and white as ever, with no markings whatever.

"So, I'm not."

"Maybe that's good for you instead." My grandmother said as she held my hand, "The reason I come here incognito was because I don't want anyone to find out who I am. Because humans and supernatural beings alike covet the power of witches, and they all want to use magic to fulfill their own selfish desires. That is why I have always taught you not to be impulsive, and not to get into arguments with people. You are still too young to control the energy in your body. Once you lose control of your emotions, even the things around you can be affected. That's why it's necessary to wait until you're an adult before I start teaching you how to use magic."

I thought of the time at school when the hallway lights went out suddenly and the weather changed after I was provoked by Gina. Could it be that all this was caused by my outburst of feeling?

"In any case, since we are witches." My grandmother looked solemn, "We should fulfill our responsibilities."

"What are our responsibilities?" I asked incredulously.

"This is a world where humans and supernatural creatures coexist, and the Lord God gave us divine power to maintain the balance of nature." My grandmother said as if she were reading an oath, "Let the souls of the dead rest in peace, and let all creatures coexist peacefully."

I thought hard about what my grandmother had said, but I could not understand its real meaning. I had no idea exactly what I was supposed to be doing.

"You will be tested by the coven when you have completed the basics of magic, and after that, you will know what you are really supposed to do."

"Where do I learn magic?" I asked, "Is there someplace like a magic school?"

"No." My grandmother said, "This is where you will learn magic and be taught by me personally."

"And can I tell Ginny about learning magic?"

"No." My grandmother said sternly, "We cannot reveal our identities to humans. And we can't use magic to interfere with the life and death of humans, and we can't do anything that goes against the laws of nature, or we'll get backlash."

"Now, the first lesson you will learn is to recognize all supernatural species." My grandmother walked over to the table and she opened a very thick book, "This book contains all the species of supernatural creatures."

I stood beside her, looking at the book's catalog, labeled in English: vampires, werewolves, foxes, lizard men…….

"So many supernatural creatures, do they appear in reality?" I asked curiously, "What form will they appear in?"

"Normally, supernatural creatures will split into two forms." My grandmother said patiently, "Vampires look more perfect than ordinary people, and werewolves are taller than ordinary people. And a witch must focus her mind to tell the difference between them and humans."

"Like breath." My grandmother turned to another page, "Let's start with vampires."

I listened intently to everything my grandmother said. The bright lights in the car soon made me lose track of time.