The Witches' War

Centuries Later

Tamara ran as fast as she could through the school hallways and finally arrived at her classroom. She took a sneak peek into the classroom and not wanting to alarm the feared Mrs Walker she quietly tip toed to her desk.

But who was she kidding

Mrs Walker isn't a feared prestigious grand witch for nothing

"Good morning to you too" Mrs Walker said with her face looking as hard as it has always been

Tamara stopped dead in her tracks

"Are you going to take a seat, or you'd want to be my assistant for the day"

Without a second thought Tamara quickly took her seat.

"Weavers are special witch beings that have the power to create new spells, which we the witches practice" Mrs Walker said in continuation of her interrupted lesson

"They are not numerous, as the power of a weaver is wielded by one with a zealous and strong soul. In some centuries the weavers are not in existence, like it was in the 13th century. The presence of a weaver in any century shows the need for the formation of a new spell. The power of a weaver awakens when the soul of it's bearer is strong and has enough zeal"

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Two centuries has gone by after the break free of Dayanara. The present generation of witches now mingled with humans but still kept their identities hidden.

Not just the witches.

Several creatures now lived among the humans with their identities hidden

The story of Dayanara and of his return was still in their memories. Several witch schools were set up in different covens, training young witches and helping them maximize their abilities. They also went to normal schools in order to mingle with the human world and only attended their respective witch schools at midnight. They attented their respective witches' school at specific days and times.

All the witches trained to battle an enemy they've never seen. An enemy that has refused to show up for two centuries. It was like they were training to battle the wind.

The new generation of witches thought of the return of Dayanara as a myth.

They all saw it as a paranoid feeling of their forefathers. Even if there was an enemy and he or she was a witch, it would be totally impossible for a witch to live up to two centuries.

What type of enemy takes centuries to return?

It was now referred to as 'the story of the return of Dayanara' and no longer 'the fear of the return of Dayanara' as it was once known as. But all they knew is that there was an enemy who they never knew the time of his return nor the reality of his story

Writer?️

The Walts are among the top witch families in the moonbean coven and they have passed it on to generations

Their lineage had produced two weavers in the 17th and 19th century respectively

The present Walts has three children

Two males who are gray and green witches respectively, and then a female who lacked interest in maximizing her witch powers

Even at the age of 17, she was still categorized a baby witch but she didn't care less. She was outstanding in sciences and performed better in her human school.

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Tamara ?️

I hastily ran down the stairs and was about exiting the building until my mum called

"Tammy!, where are your morals"

Oops!

"Morning mum" I greeted and gave her a peck

"I knew you'd be in a hurry so I prepared you something" she said and handed me a lunch box

"Thank you mum" I replied beaming with smiles and headed towards the door

"You know, if you put more interest in spell classes like you do in your normal classes you'd make a great witch" My dad said as he headed towards the dinning sipping his usual early morning tea

"Not now Josh, she's running late" my mum scowled

He walked steadily towards me and halted when he got to my front

I actually stood ready to accept whatever would come my way this early morning but surprisingly he gave me a peck on my forehead

"Have a nice day sweetie" He said and went to sit at the dinning

Well that wasn't bad

Growing up in a legendary family and not being able to live up to it's outstanding reputation isn't commendable

My brothers seems to be flowing into the family reputation but am not just cut out for it

Doing sciences actually makes me feel the worth in me. I am a straight A student in school and sincerely speaking i prefer going to the human school.

Attending spell classes isn't really my calling. I couldn't fit into the environment no matter how hard I tried

I was so terrible at using spells so I never bothered trying

"Tests are for weirdos like little miss tammy" Nora complained glaring at me as i walked past her

I wasn't really your typical rich, classy girl judging from the status of my family, not only in the coven but also in the human world

My family owns a multi billion telecommunication industry and that's actually enough reason for me to walk about with puffed shoulders

But no, I chose to maintain a low profile.

I didn't have a large social circle because I didn't want to raise suspicions about myself or more like because I felt peace staying on my own.

The maths exams just ended for the day and it felt like i was the only one wearing a smile

Students where packed up in various corners groaning in displeasure

It was my turn to groan when the bell went off signaling school over and It was time to go home and get ready for spell classes

Can they just give me a day off?

Who was i kidding, my dad would never let me stay at home except on the grounds that i was sick which obviously i wasn't and pretending was not an option, all thanks to my father's great senses.