Heaven

Night

" There's a fire in this November Sky - they'll remember me tonight in this town."

My mind was haywire. I didn't see reality anymore, or perhaps I was crazy. Strange things were happening in this town and everyone was blind to it.

"When this town was nothing but a village, trees spreading far there was a woman with a special ability," I stare at my biological grandmother silently.

It was just her and I, Isaiah had gone out. He was quiet around me, scared he might say something that'll break me.

It's been three days since he found me in those woods and I still didn't quite understand what happened.

I died

"Her name was Aurora, she had the powers of a witch. And than the day came where she fell for a villager named Henry." My grandmother says and I listen intently.

"They fell for each other, until she found out he had in fact fell for another, a preachers daughter named Mary."

Her words soak in as I continue to listen.

"Aurora destroyed the town, cursing the land that we call our home."

I suck in a breath and stare at her with wide eyes, "What happened after?" I question.

She looks at me and sends me a grim smile, "Strange things began to happen as this town grew, and few who experienced unnatural abilities," She whispers.

"After your father heard this folk lore he began digging for answer, any kind of explanation on why these tragedies happened. He became mad but he loved you kids dearly."

My heart nearly stopped and it suddenly felt hard to breathe, I had to think of something difderent. After a moment of catching my breath I ask, "Do you believe it?"

She sat there quietly before meeting my eyes, "At first I didn't, but after the tragedies with the Fisher family and what happened with you, I do."

My mouth clamped shut and I ripped my gaze away, I believed it. I witnessed the strangest things happen.

And there were no answers for it, not unless you believed every thing. The way the sun moves, or how the trees continue to grow. We're all made up of matter, and life and death both keep it going.

They use magic to keep it going.

Trust me, I didn't believe in wizards but Witches and Sorcerers. There was an explanation on why these bad things were happening, but it was an unnatural explanation.

"What kind of abilities?" I blurt and she looked over at me, her fluffy white cat named Seven sat in her lap sleeping.

She smiled, "Necromancy, a person with the ability to raise the dead and speak to apparitions,"

"Witches, but there's only one with the ability to control all six elements," She adds and I frown.