The Witch of New York A novel

Ellie Davies is a ten year old girl who lives with her parents in New York. When she finds out she's a witch, her own life is changed forever.


7. Ellie-Part Seven


The following morning, November 1, 2017, was raining heavily. Ellie grabbed onto Candle, as the cat purred. She had a quick shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs towards the kitchen. "Good morning, Ellie", her mother said. "Good morning, Mom. Where's Dad?", she asked her. "He left for a business meeting. He'll be gone all day", she answered. Ellie, who was wearing a red sweater, nodded. She stared at the window. She shifted in her comfortable blue jeans; she relaxed. Then she ate her cereal. Once she was finished eating, she saw Mrs. Harp, their neighbour, attending to her vegetable garden. Ellie waved at her. The middle-aged woman smiled. She opened the front door. Then she walked down the stone path, and watched her water the garden with a large hose.


Edward awoke. 

"Ellie! Ellie! Are you there?", he asked. Ellie walked back inside the house. She walked upstairs to her bedroom. She opened it with her right hand. Then she smiled at the elf. "I didn't think you'd be here this morning, Edward", she answered. The elf grinned. "I serve all witches. You're a descendant of The Witch Queen". Ellie blinked her eyes. She hadn't thought of that. She had read a lot of books about witches...and wizards. Some were nice; some were dangerous. She watched Edward was clapping his hands. Purple smoke appeared. Suddenly she saw Edward was holding onto a warm cup of coffee in his right hand. He breathed into it. "It's going to be a cold month", he said. He looked at the witch. Ellie smiled at him. "Candle, come here", she said. The black cat wrapped its tail across her legs. Seconds later, she saw the closet. There was more banging inside it; there were other voices yelling. "It's the dark elves of New York. They've been here for a long time", Edward told her. "Dark elves! They could be scary". She opened the door; she saw six Dark Elves holding onto small daggers in their scarred hands. Edward grabbed onto his own dagger in his right hand...and they were prepared for battle.


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