The Age of Wiccans

Nightmares

I quietly walked deeper into the woods, keeping my mind blank. Yes, that was the only way to get through this horrible nightmare. If I just keep walking and walking without thinking, this might end, right?

As if on cue, the woods came to an end. I looked up, expecting to see a scary mansion, and well, that was exactly what I saw. I sighed and turned around, hoping to see a bunch of lanterns hanging around giving me light. And that was what I saw. I wasn't surprised though. 

My heart was pounding, and I was certain I was going to see a shadow up there behind one of the windows. And I did. Unfortunately for me, I had a wild imagination when it came to horror. I cursed at myself for being so good at scary stuff as I opened the mansion's door. 

I closed my eyes, and let positivity fill me. Cinderella, I am Cinderella. Sure enough, the inside of the mansion was lit up, decorated with expensive stuff, completely royal. I was suddenly in a blue dress, a beautiful blue dress that reminded me of Lily James's one. The next thought that came to my mind was the Prince Charming, sweeping me away to the floor. And he did.

His face wasn't the one from the movie, he was Gavin Leatherwood. My heart went flutter flutter flutter and I gladly, gracefully started dancing with him. But, of course, all the good things must come to an end and you are your worst enemy. A thought came to my mind that I would trip, and unsurprisingly, I did. 

Ever since I was little, I always thought of the worst possible outcome of a situation. I told myself this wasn't the worst possible outcome. It could have been worse. His eyes could've turned red indicating demon possession and he could've stabbed me. 

And I swore as it actually happened. Lucky for me, I had fast reflexes. I took the knife and without a second thought, sliced his throat. And all I thought was that 'he's not gonna wake up, he's not gonna wake up, he's not gonna wake up' over and over in my head.

And then, I woke up. 

I didn't hate nightmares, they made me stronger, and helped me realize my first instinct in any situation. Yes, when you dream, your first thought in any situation is what happened. It's a tested theory. Even if your first thought is a tiny, very tiny little voice at the back of your head. 

After I woke up, I got ready for hell. You could've guessed it. Yes, I am talking about school. I hate school, being a Wiccan makes normal schools worse for me. Thing is, there is no special school for Wiccans.

At school, I wasn't Miss Popular, I was Miss Genius. Not book smart, street smart. I got dressed, in some formal clothes. Hey, I am Eliana Edwards, I have a reputation. A reputation for killing. You might've been surprised by how easily I killed the love of my life, yes I love Gavin Leatherwood, but the truth is, survival is my first instinct. And it has been since I was eleven. Yes, that was the first time I'd killed someone in my dreams. 

Thing is, formal sends 'stay the hell away from me' vibes, aka my favorite vibes. Another reason why I am thought of as cold.

My name makes me seem like a delicate person, but I am anything but that. Well, that's a lie. I am fragile, with my skinny body and pale face, yes, you can call me fragile. But my skinny body just makes my punches harder. Of course, it also makes the damage done to me more bone-related. I can't even count how many fractures I've had. 

But I was good at fighting. I had started fighting because I had the terrible habit of challenging boys to arm wrestle. Of course, I used to win back then too but I realized that they were getting bulkier, so I had to too. 

Now it has turned into something more. My way to survive. Wiccans had wars too among them, and this was one of the ways of getting through them. There are two choices, strengthen your magic or your body. I am currently doing both. You see, strengthening my magic meant strengthening my instincts that helped me while fighting. And I just loved knowing what everyone was thinking. 

I was up against Dominic today. And all those who've been against him have lost their minds. I remember my friend broke five ribs, his skull in three places, his humorous, and his tibia. And his right side got completely paralyzed. Poor guy, he was hospitalized for weeks. 

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and made my way to school. For the first time, I wanted to be treated better because I was a girl. But I knew he wouldn't. Nothing would stop him from breaking me, because that was just what he did. 

So, how's it? I am trying a new wild genre. I hope you guys are enjoying it.

Which image is the best for the cover, btw?

~Janushi