A New Era

Chapter Four - History Its Self

Hanan left alone in the room, took a drink of the coffee, and opened the book, every page giving more information.

The war all started based on one woman, she lost control after her father died at war, and killed her entire village with one scream. The king had no choice but to do something at that point, he sent out armies of people, the girl, strucken with grief and no clue of her power to begin with, couldn't fight back. They strung her up, gagging her so she couldn't scream, and burned her at the stake. When a witch dies, others can feel the release of power. When they felt a power strong enough to wipe out possible civilizations, the way she was killed, mixed with their anger, they retaliated.

Witches from across the continents got together to create the curse of the moon. With so many humans, even with advanced power, they wouldn't stand a chance, so they needed a weapon. There was only one problem: the power they had was limited; they took five families from the human kingdom that were a part of the revolution against the war due to the king's actions and gave them the power of werewolves. But nature will always have balance regardless, thus, on the full moon would be the only time they could turn. With a weapon like that created, though, it had to have a weakness. There was a single witch on the human side, and he created the vampire, a weapon strong enough, fast enough, and that would live long enough to fight back. Everything had fallen in line, vampires could multiply faster, though, almost an entire civilization was either killed or turned over night.

The vampires being on the humans' side turned the tide; it worked well to be allies with your food. But the witches grew more and more powerful, so the king made a deal with the werewolves: if they would switch sides, then they would be saved and be protected for generations by any vampire from that time that survived the war. They hunted down every single witch and killed them. There seemed to have been a curse put down that no one knows of from the last witch to be killed, stating that they would be back again.

Hanna couldn't believe it, werewolves wouldn't even have the power they did if it wasn't for witches. They betrayed them. Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out of the book; the paper seemed ancient, and she could sense magic coming off of it. She looked at it intently, and it seemed blank, but as she touched it, words appeared, speaking of a prophecy, three children born of the werewolf and witch genes, born in each pack. Hanna knew instantly that she was one of three, which only meant more questions for her though. Did they hold the witch or werewolf gene mainly?

Hanna put the paper back into the book. If only her hands unlocked the words, then it most likely was something only other witches could see. The Alpha before her wanted her specifically to become the next Alpha, instinctively, he knew. She didn't believe in destiny or fate; she only believed in pure facts. And none of this was taught to her in school.

She grabbed one of the other books that were on the table. Each one she grabbed had no title, but when she opened the books, they were each signed with someone's name; each one was a woman who was a witch. Oliver walked in slowly, "Hanna, do you understand?" Hanna looked at Oliver, "I don't blame you, Oliver. You weren't around yet; it was over a hundred years ago. But we can pave a future with the mistakes of all our ancestors." Oliver looked at her in confusion, "You have a plan."

Hanna didn't say anything; she just put down the ancient book and looked around the room, taking it all in. "As far as we know, I'm the only witch. But there have to be more of these books out there that will teach me how to be a witch, it seems. There are enough wolves here to say that vampires are obviously still around. But if they are supposed to protect us, then why is it dangerous for us to cross paths with one besides the fact that it forces us to turn?" Oliver looked at he suprised as if it was odd she didn't get it. "Only vampires from that time... Hanna, I know you haven't known about all of this for long, but I'm eighty-two years old, and I have never come face to face with an Original Vampire. Nor does the idea sound pleasing. A human made those agreements with the werewolves to get them to rise against the witches. I don't know about you," he turned around as he brushed dust off of one of the books, "But I didn't see any information in that book of any Vampire making that promise." She could feel her heart sink. He was right. Vampires were really designed as weapons of the pack that was now supposed to be her family that she was not supposed to protect.

Hanna stood up and grabbed a couple of the books, "Take me to my new room, and inform Kelly that she will stay in my second. I will need clothes and proper attire. Oliver, what do you guys do for school?" He started laughing, "We don't. Instead, we teach pups at an early age that the turning will eventually happen and how to live a normal life. Once it happens, we teach them what it means to be a wolf. It's different." She nodded; in all actuality, Hanna hated school for the obvious reasons. This was gonna mean something more than her and something more than Oliver. She did, in fact, have a plan, but she needed a couple of weeks to learn about the pack and about her power as a witch before the wolf gene ever had the chance to be activated.