Fortunes |Book One|

Admit it, there's always a weird kid in the back of the class that nobody talks to. Don't pretend it's not true, because it is and you know it. People will always talk about how weird they are, but maybe that's because those kids are special. I'm not talking "Special help" special, or they have a mental condition, I'm talking special powers, abilities far beyond that of your imagination. These people are the weird kids in the back of the class for one reason only, they don't want anyone to know. When their secrecy is threatened, things can get...messy.
(EDITED BY Catz2345)


2. Chapter 2: Find Your Ability

Sorcellerie went into her room and closed the door. She had to find her talent by the time she turned seventeen or an unknown fate would await her. Every Magik has an ability, they just have to find it, because those who don't face a fate worse than death. Nobody knows the consequence for not finding their ability until it happens to them, it's different every time, specialized for each person. One person could be surrounded by spiders for the rest of their life, while another could watch their family be torn apart by wolves right in front of them without being able to do anything about it.

Sorcellerie walked to her closet, changing into a black cloak with a deep red dress underneath it. She carefully lifted a loose floor board on her closet floor, revealing a small compartment with a diary and a few lockets and trinkets. Pulling out the contents of this compartment, revealing yet another compartment, only this one had much stranger contents. Inside was an array of candles, oils, leather bound books, scrolls, wands, vials (some empty, others with strange liquids inside), herbs, and powders, as well as many other occult objects.

Sorcellerie grabbed four black candles and one of the leather bound books before once again closing her hidden compartments. She pulled up the small rug on her bedroom floor and sat down in the middle of the newly exposed circle of hardwood. She set a candle on the North, East, South, and West sides of herself before lighting each with a flick of her finger. She opened her leather bond book to a page near the middle and began to chant the incantation written on the page.

Then, suddenly she stopped. Her eyes began to glow a bright red, all white, blue, and black disappearing. She went rigid and seemed to have stopped breathing. The candles went out, the book's pages began to flip themselves, faster and faster as if in an ever increasing wind. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. 

Sorcellerie gasped, her eyes returning to normal blue. She grabbed a notebook and pen off her desk and began to write as if her life depended on it. She had had a vision, some people called them prophecies. Finally she had seen something even remotely useful in her visions. She had seen her ability. How could she have missed it? It was so simple.

She didn't even bother to change out of her magical robes before getting up and running out of the room and down the hall. Reaching her father's office, she stopped at the door overcome with a feeling of dread. A feeling that maybe she shouldn't tell her father about her ability. She lowered her hand, she was suddenly afraid to knock on the door. Sorcellerie didn't know what to do, she had never felt this way in her life. 

Deciding to trust her new found ability, she quickly rushed back to her room, closing the door behind herself. She changed back into her ordinarily clothing, put her magical things away and sat on her bed with her head in her hands. She could keep it from her dad for a while if she made minimal contact with him, but what about when she turned 17? He would know when nothing bad happened to her, but what then? Why did it have to be a secret anyway? What would he do to her? He was her father after all. But then again he had been Edmund's father too, and all it took was one mistake when he had been young and scared. He had panicked, used magic and he had been banished and disowned at such a young age as fourteen. How much could she really trust her father?

Maybe these feelings had only arisen because she had a subconscious fear of rejection. Deciding to go to the library and check her family's records to dismiss her fears, she locked her notebook describing her prophecy in a chest under her bed. She placed the key in her bra, keeping it from being lost or found, before going off to the extensive library in the tower of the mansion.

Upon entering the library, she weaved through a seemingly endless maze of bookshelves to a small door, almost hidden within the rows of books. A small plaque on the door simply read Family Records. She pushed open the door and slipped inside, gently closing the door behind herself so as not to make a sound. The room was small and lined with filing cabinets, each labeled with a time span and a country. The records labeled with the country and the matching time had "normal" family records with no trace of magic. Her family had come from France to America in 1831, after being nearly discovered by suspicious townsfolk, still clinging to the love of what they called the Witch Hunts. This was the secret to finding the magical records of her family, the cabinets labeled with a mismatched country and time were the ones containing magical information. The files were dusty, they hadn't been opened since her mother's death fifteen years ago, when the files had to be updated. She had never been down here before, she always assumed that if she needed to know something, her father would tell her.

Sorcellerie found the cabinet labeled 1960-1980-Russia. This was the cabinet containing the personal magical records of her mother, father, brother and herself. She opened the drawer with shaking hands, and took out her mother's file. She began to read:

Name: Antoinette Prophetie (maiden name: Bellamy)

Date Of Birth: 7/7/77

Ability: Prophecies

Date Of Death: 6/6/01

Cause Of Death: Murder (poison)

Important Information: Noble French Lineage. Mother to Sorcerelle and Edmund Prophetie. Wife to Edward Prophetie. Killer not found.


If her mother saw the future too, than why was she so scared to tell her father? And who had killed her mother? Her father always told them she had fallen ill, and the doctors had been unable to find a cure. Why would he lie about something like that when he had been telling them that they would suffer a fate worse than death if their ability wasn't found since before they went to kindergarten? What was her father trying to hide? And why?

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