The Hidden Life of Rowena Foribe

The life of a witch who had lived most of her life without knowing who or what she truly is. Upon walking into a classroom and getting a project she dives deep into her family history. Finding things that she didn't know and overhearing things that she shouldn't know about. Seeing things that she shouldn't. She is about to turn 15 years old and that is when the first sighs of a witch come out. She can choose to go with them and see where the journey will take her or she can be like her family and turn her back on the Goddess and magic and powers. Rowena is just a normal 14-year-old high school student. Slacking in a few classes but good on most of her classes. Rowena has a few friends but her best friend that she tells everything, Eva Flixnet, who is in most of her classes.


1. Prologue

          It was a spell that greeted me as soon as my mind was cleared from the fog of sleep. I turned over and tried to ignore it knowing that the spell was for getting me up and going early in the morning. 

          "Mom just let me sleep in for once," I groaned into my pillow. I heard her laugh slightly. The whisper for clothing moving and the sun hitting my face made me groan more.  

          "Witches don't sleep in Mivea," my mother sung. I groaned and sat up. "Besides, you shouldn't look gloomy. It’s the day before your 16th birthday," She said happily.  

          "Great," I muttered under my breath. The day before the one day that I can become a witch. Witchcraft had always scared me so I really wasn't into the thought that I was going to have to become a witch just to please everyone in this house. That means my older brother, my little sister, and my twin brother were all wanting me to use my magic for my birthday. My mom would be the most disappointed if I turned down the magic gift. Not everyone is born with it and clearly, it was a big gift to get. I had been trained by my older brother about all things magic when he had finished the school with the highest rank. So I didn't have to go to the school itself to know how to do magic. And according to my mother, she wanted me to carry the gift with me and my family to grow with the gift.   

           "Do you not want to be a witch?" My mom laughed at the thought that no one wanted to be a witch, and I was too scared to tell her the truth. She would learn soon that I was not going to be a witch. Of course, she thought that I had found it interesting.  

            "Of course, I do," I said sarcastically. My mom danced out of the room with her white gown trailing after her swift feet.  I had just tossed clothes on my bed slightly harder then I needed to when my mom came in again.  

          "Don't forget that you have a tour around your new school in a couple hours," She said before smiling her sweet smile and dancing out of my room once more. I groaned and wanted to just go back to sleep and forget about everything with being a witch. "So, dress nicely," She shouted up the stairs. Groaning once more I pulled out the best thing I could find in my messy room. A black and red halter dress hung from one of the hangers in my room. Slipping it on and tying the bow behind my neck to keep the dress up, I walked out of my room barefoot. No way was I going to put on this dress and shoes just to be told that it wasn't good enough.   


I walked down the steps into the living room where my mom sat on the ground in front of a bowl of water. Water was her element and she liked scrying with it even though it was known to tell you only what you wanted to hear. She looked behind her when I cleared my throat and smiled. "You look lovely. Breakfast is already made for you. Be out in the car in a few hours Mivea. I will call you if you're not in the car," She spoke softly before turning back to her bowl of water. I wish that it wasn't like this all the time. She treated me like I was the one she didn't want to have but had anyway, and felt she had no choice in taking care of me. I looked over at the stove top and saw pancakes laying nicely on the stove waiting for me with steam still coming off them.   


My mother, Aura, had a thing about using magic at every turn she could in her life. And It wasn't enough for that she already had a thing about another witch. She would see one and point them out and see if I had some kind of interest in them. I was her first daughter and she wanted me to be the strongest witch in the family. And now she had set me up to go to some witchcraft school thinking that it would be best to know what it was like a day before I was supposed to get my letter to go to the school. I looked at the breakfast premade and turned it down. I wanted something real, something that was made by hand instead of at the flick of a wand.  

          I sighed at the grumble of my stomach and picked up an apple instead of the breakfast. Walking up to my room I plopped down on my bed and took a bite of the apple. It was fine but I had always had it for breakfast. My mom called my name to get going to go downstairs and in the car. "Great time to go," I mumbled. I didn't want to go to this school and I most certainly didn't want to be a witch. I was old enough now that I had a choice if I didn't become a witch I was going to be kicked out of the house and I would have to live with a family relative. And the thought didn't seem half bad. No magic and most importantly, I wouldn't be around magic. I put on my best fake smile and got in the car.   

          "You look cheerful," My mother smiled with tears in her eyes. "My little witch is finally getting her magic tomorrow," She leaned over the set to hug me. I started out the window as the car started and pulled out of the driveway. My smile faded the closer we got to the school. I knew that my twin was waiting for me at the gates of the school. He got in when he turned 15. I loved my twin but I did not like the idea of magic.   

          "Something wrong?" My mom asked me.  

           "Nothing," I told her and smiled. The rest of the drive was in quite as we both thought about what we were going to be celebrating the day after tomorrow.   


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