The Wiccan Chosen One (The Sequel for A New Life)

The Wiccan Chosen One (Chap. 3)

Chapter 3

~~~Katheren's P.O.V. ~~~

"Ow, that hurt!" I moaned rubbing my throbbing temples.

"That's because you did it wrong," Daren and my grandmother said simultaneously.

They had been criticizing my magic all morning. This seemed to be their favorite phrase. "Okay, so I suck at being a witch, give me a break already!"

Daren chuckled and helped me up from where I had landed when my transporting spell backfired and sent me flying across my grandmother's backyard. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just peachy," I said sarcastically. "Hey, aren't I supposed to have some chosen one/ancestry power boost thingy that makes me a better witch, 'cause at the moment it sure doesn't seem like it."

My grandmother smiled kindly at me and pushed her silver hair behind her ear. "Yes, the ancestors have chosen you dear, and you are more powerful than any of us, but you don't know how to use any of that power. Now try the spell again."

"Heck no Grams," I protested. I knew better than to swear in front of her, you did not want to get her mad. "I would rather not die today."

She laughed. "You are so stubborn Kate, just like your mother." A shot of depression-and happiness that I was like her- ran through me as she said this. I envied her ability to put the past behind her and only concentrate on the good times. "Now try it again, but don't use as much power. If you do, you'll either repeat what just happened or you will overuse your aura." And that could end in death.

Two years ago, Daren had taught me that every living being had an aura. Aura was your life essence, what kept you alive, it was said that aura was what kept your soul in your body, but some believe that your soul and your aura is the same thing, and in others the ideas weren't even loosely related to what the witches believed and what warlocks believe. Witches, who were good, thought we got our powers from our aura, warlocks had completely different ideas of how we got our magic, being evil, they believed that we got our magic from the gods to do what normal humans could not.

I had also learned that the only people who could truly use their aura were the people with single color auras-witches and warlocks. Each color of aura- there were many different colors ranging all through the spectrum- had a different level or intensity of power. For witches blue auras are the most powerful, light blue is the most powerful of all. Then comes green, purple, red, pink, yellow, then the least powerful is white. For a warlock is black, then their least powerful is brown. Daren was one of very few witches alive today that could naturally see auras. Mine was light blue and Daren's was electric blue and my grandmother's, as I had learned recently, was a deep forest green.

I had also learned that I was the 'Wiccan Chosen One' when was fighting against a demented warlock, Sara, for my life. The Wiccan Chosen One was someone in which the ancestors- the first witches and the most powerful- could posses and enhance their powers. There was only one chosen one every couple of hundred years and there was never more then one chosen one alive at a time.

I didn't want to be the 'chosen one', hell, I didn't even want to be a witch, but I couldn't change who I am. I knew that, but at times like this, I really wished I could change who I am. "Ow!" The spell had backfired on me... for the third time today and this time I had landed in my grandmother's rose bushes and let me tell you, those things hurt like hell!

Daren rushed over to my side and pulled me to my feet. "I think that is enough for today, don't you think?" he asked my grandmother over my head as I was pulling thorns out of me.

I saw her nod her head out of the corner of my eye. "We'll so something lower key like meditation tomorrow, but first, I think that she has gotten quite a few cuts from the thorns..."

He smiled. "I'll take care of that. Guérir." Heal. Just like that, I was healed, I still had the headache, but at least I wasn't bleeding from multiple places anymore.

"Thanks," I said and gave him a peck on the cheek; he smiled at me and wound his arm around my waist.

"Grams, how were you ever able to keep being a witch from me so long, I get how you were able to do it when we visited but, I lived with you for a whole year." I wasn't sure of what made me think of this now, but I did and it was eating at me.

"You weren't in much of a mood to notice anything then dear and our powers are tied to our emotions. I wasn't able to use my powers then unless I concentrated with every part of my mind and I wasn't able to then. You had just lost your parents; you had the right to be a little unobservant."

I nodded and started to play with my mother's necklace that always hung around my neck. "Did you help her make this?" I asked, my voice broken but at least I wasn't crying.

She stepped closer and her wrinkled hands gingerly examined the crystal heart. "This is the most powerful protection spell that I have ever seen; I don't even know how she came across a spell this strong let alone found the power to cast it." Within the gold chain there was a protection spell, it have saved me on more than one occasion.

"Did she buy it then?"

"Dear, no one would ever give something as valuable as this up, don't take it off," she said mirroring what Daren had told me one time. "How did you come across it?"

"It was one of the only things that didn't burn in the fire. Grams, if she was so strong as to make this, then how did the warlocks...kill-" I chocked out the word "-her?"

"The only way that Clarissa would have given up was if someone threatened you or Cole, she was an honorable woman, a strong woman. I can see a lot of her in you."

I felt the tears in my eyes but I had to say this anyway. "But I am not strong."

"Oh, you are dear, but you will just have to find our how by yourself. Come on, Gramps has been wanting to talk to you."

"Shannon!" I heard my grandfather's voice shout in the house, "Where did you put my glasses."

"Ashton, they are on your head, again," my grams rolled her eyes and Daren and I laughed.

"Where- oh never mind, I found them. What- Scout!" he broke off in midsentence and came over to hug me.

"Well hello to you to Gramps. How many times do you forget that you already have your glasses on?"

He grinned. "I must losing my memory in my in my old age. Why don't you come in side and play some cards with me?"

I laughed again. "I take it that your memory isn't bad enough that I might actually win?"

"I don't think so Scout, you'll only beat me in a game of cards when I am dead and buried and I am not even sure that you will beat me then."

"We'll just have to see about that now, won't we Gramps." We laughed, forgetting the sad conversation that we had just had and went into the house to play cards like any normal family would.

{Author's Note: Sorry there was so much recap, but most-if not all- of the recaping should be done now. :D Please vote and comment!!

-Katie}