The Formidable End

Chapter 7

            The sun quickly went down, and while Greg and his sister went out hunting in the woods, Maggie was building a small stove using her book that she brought with her. I quickly ran home and grabbed all our camping gear to prepare for the wait out while the coven searched for us. Once I was back at our little hideaway Maggie started putting a spell on us to hide us from any sort of location spell, my father was out of town until next week which was a very good thing. The coven wouldn’t be able to use him against us as a way of luring us out. Once the spell was put on all of us, including the cat, we ate and went straight to bed. It had been a long day, as soon as my head hit the ground of the treehouse, I was out like a light being snuffed by the wind and a new dream started.

            My mother was in our house holding me, preforming a chant from an old book I have never seen, she was using a language I had never heard before. I do not know how, but halfway through the page she was on; I was able to understand every word she was saying as if it was a natural born language I learned when I was very little. She was asking the ancient golden dragon to change the life in front of her into the life of the object she was offering up, it was the egg. I fell asleep in her arms and my subconscious was roaming about and I was staring at my younger self, then the spirit from the egg emerged and it is a dragon. It wasn’t one of those cartoon looking dragons but was one from the fantasy books you saw with four legs and wings. The baby dragon was a beautiful gold color with green and red scales alternating every few rows of gold and its eyes were a beautiful blue that was almost white. Its eyes looked as if they were bottled lighting.

            The next thing I saw was the little dragon coming close to me and I was blinded by a light, then the dragon was gone, and my body was glowing. My subconscious was drifting slowly back to my body and I woke back up in my mom’s arms. The dream seamed to skip forward, all of a sudden I was only seeing my mom pack up and my dad yelling at her that she didn’t have to go and that it didn’t matter that she turned me into a dragon. I was shocked, he told me he had no idea what I was and that my mother had just left in the middle of the night. He said she had left a note that she was never coming back and that she turned me into more than what I was, but that she never specified what exactly she turned me into, he even showed me the note that she wrote! My father is a bastard, I could feel my face become red and I felt my claws coming out and my eyes were showing me the red world I knew all too familiarly.

            The dream changed again, and my mother was in a town I had never seen before, but there was a sign that said she was heading back towards the town my father and I lived in. She was driving like a maniac and was on the phone with someone, but I couldn’t tell who.

“They are after me! You have to keep her safe and away from them- “

            The dream changed while my mother was talking and all I saw next was my mother’s car on fire and flipped over off a cliff with two men looking down at the car, probably seeing if my mother was okay. Another man started getting out of the car and I recognized him from the news, he was the leader of the Ringling Brothers. The Ringling Brothers is the most dangerous gang in this world, because they are only few of the mortals in this world that know about supernatural beings. They have an arsenal to their own disposal of Supernatural creatures.

“Hey Boss! We haven’t seen anyone get out of the car.”

Just as the larger of the two unknown men started to speak, my mother’s car blew up and I saw my father’s car drive past crying while he hung up his phone. I knew then that he had lied to me not once about my mother, but twice! Once all this nonsense was over, I was going to have a serious conversation with him and get some answers.

            The dream changed yet again, and I was at a cemetery watching my father cry and the whole coven was there. Maggie was bawling and had Greg on her lap, he looked so confused and dazed about what was happening. I walked over to the front of the ceremony and saw that it was my mother that they were mourning. Now I was seriously pissed, everyone had lied to me. My father and the whole coven knew that my mother didn’t just run off, she had been killed. So why hadn’t anyone said anything, and why was Maggie crying over my mother when she hated me and my mother?

            I woke up with a cold sweat still furious and my vision had gone from a completely red world with shadows for outlines of everything around me to an icy gray and blue world. My anger just kept building and all of a sudden pain shot out of my back and I started screaming in agony, Maggie was the first one awake and while she was trying to get me to calm down it just made me even more angry and the pain got worse. Greg was the next one awake and he jumped back terrified.

“Ope, your eyes are white, and your claws don’t look the same as usual, I think you should calm down!”

            Now that was the last straw, my back shot one last excruciating pain wave across my back and suddenly, I was hit in the back of the head. I turned around and I had wings. I glared at Margarette and spat at her face.

“YOU KNEW ABOUT MY MOTHER AND DIDN’T BOTHER MENTIONING IT TO ME! HOW DARE YOU DESPISE ME ALL THESE YEARS WHEN YOU CRIED FOR MY MOTHER!”

“Opal honey, you need to calm down, once you have calmed down, I will explain everything.”

            But I didn’t want to hear anymore lies, I started testing my ability to control my wings and once I had the hang of it, I flew up into the sky tears filling up my eyes. I wiped them away and for once the tears were not blood, but actual human tears. I heard Greggory’s footsteps from down below and his mother yelling after him to stop, but of course he did not listen. Maggie’s broom shot up into the air and Greg was on the broom.

“Come on Ope, what were you talking about back there with my mom? What did she know about your mom?”

With agitation still in my voice I fired some harshly said words at him, “My mother didn’t run off and your b***h of a mother knew that. My mother is dead, your’s took you to my mother’s funeral and had the audacity to cry for her whilst holding you!”

“Woah! Opal wait just a second! When did you find out that your mother died?”

“Ever since I showed up to your house I have been having dreams about the past with my mother in them, I saw how she found the egg that she turned me into and that is how I got these.” I pointed to the wounds all over my body shakily with anger, “Then just now before I woke up, I watched her do the spell on me, how she left my father, and then how she died. I watched her car blow up Greg. The last part of my dream was at the cemetery and I saw her service, your mother was there with other members of the coven and my father.”

“My whole life everyone has felt bad for me, telling me they were so sorry that she ran off.”

“Opal I really am sorry, but maybe we should go back and get the whole story from my mom.”

“NO! I need answers and I need them now; I am going to the record archives to find out more about how my mom died.”