Chasing Sapphire

15. PROPHECY

SAPPHIRE

"So you mean I am a witch?" I asked, both shocked and afraid to hear the answer. It couldn't be true, could it? If I was a witch, won't I be aware of it?

"I didn't say that." she said and my confusion peaked.

"Then?" I asked. What was she trying to say? Was I witch or not?

Instead of replying, she asked me to extend my hand. Once I did, she took it in her grip and traced her finger over my palm. I winced in pain when blood seeped out of the line she traced.

"Ouch," I tried to pull my hand away but her grip was strong. She closed her eyes and whispered something under her breath. The minute my blood fell on the book, the pages started turning again.

I watched in horror as my blood seeped through every page, until the book finally came to a new rest.

I read the title of the chapter and frowned in response.

The Prophecy

"You were the first daughter in Denver family who wasn't a witch, just like the prophecy had predicted." she said.

"Prophecy?" I repeated. I knew the meaning of this word because of all the supernatural thrillers I have read. And I can sense it was going to be bad.

"Yeah, prophecy. The prophecy done by your great, great, great grandmother. She was a legend in witches and she had predicted your birth." she said and her eyes told me that whatever she was going to say would change my life for good.

"What predictions?" I asked.

"The chosen one that will be born to a Denver witch. She will be one half of a whole, like a twin. Her hair will be silver, the first blonde in Denver family and her eyes will be like emerald. She will be born at exact midnight and she will bring a storm with her birth. She will be the first female born in this family with no traditional magical powers but when the right time will come, her powers will change the course of this town forever." she read from the book and by the time she stopped, I was trembling.

"This is a lie. I don't have any powers. I am a normal person." I defended myself.

"Are you sure?" she asked and the death of Roman made an appearance in my memory.

No. I am not evil. I didn't kill him. It was a coincidence, just a coincidence.

"Can I kill someone with these powers?" I asked and she stared at me, as if looking into my soul.

"I don't know. Your powers aren't defined." she said but I felt like she was hiding something. There was more, something else.

"You are hiding something. Aren't you? There is more." I said and wrinkles appeared on her forehead.

"Nothing." she said.

"There's something else. I can feel it." I stated calmly, despite the havoc inside me. "What about those wolves? I know you know about them."

She took a long sigh, after which she stood up and walked towards the window in her study. She looked out through it, her eyes fixated somewhere and her hands were balled into tight fists.

"Witches aren't the only weird things that exists in this town." she said and then took a long pause. "Those wolves weren't simple wolves, they were werewolves."

I gasped in response. I have watched movies and TV series about werewolves and vampires but never in my wildest dreams did I think they were real. I couldn't imagine a creature that can change into an animal or a man, whenever he wants.