Young Writers Society

This is new...still working on it. Any type of suggestions are welcome. And any type of criticisms are welcome as well. Harsh works!!!!

Tenth grade at any normal high school would have been different. The worst thing is a pimple on picture day, or loosing your best friend. My tenth grade year, however, was much much worse. You see, I don’t go to any normal suburban high school. I attend Triarach Bandia Academy or Triple Goddess Academy to those of us who understand Elvish.

I live amongst a family that I consider my own, although I am not blood related to any of its occupants. I was adopted into the family when I was a little girl. My birth mother couldn’t handle the fact that her daughter was a witch. When the head priestess of Triarach contacted her about my attendance to her school when I was ready, my mother gave me up. I’m not complaining though, I love my new family.

I became very close to one the brothers of this strange new family. His name is Mica. Mica is the youngest brother, however he is just as powerful as Peter, the eldest.

Their mother and her sister are the strongest coven in all the worlds. Even before their birth, there was a prophecy of their arrival into the mortal world. However, that is their story.

When Peter was just a baby, the Demon King, Sammael, sent his minions after the coven to both kill and try to turn Peter evil. The coven dedicated their lives to helping Peter with his troubles, but he never needed it. Peter could indeed defend himself with his active powers. Remember when you were little, and you saw a glass orb with electrical currents dancing around in pretty blue and purple colors? Well, for Peter, he can conjure them into the palm of his hand from the energy around him and throw them at an opponent. The plasma globes can engulf the demon in fire then they would disappear in dark black ashes. We learn in Triarach that it is called vanquishing a demon. Some demons would leave black soot or scorch marks on the floor.. The coven tried spells charms and poisons to protect Peter but nothing worked. Peter had to kill them by himself.

Peter’s mother selected the human name Mimi for herself. Philip is her husband’s name; I don’t see him much. They own a little café down the street from their house that Mica and I both work at after school. Being a waitress doesn’t pay much, but it was something to do other than magic.

Her sister named herself Naveah. She hadn’t chosen a mate for herself due to lack of personal life. Naveah is a professor at Triarach. She teaches Elvish at all levels. I have the privilege of taking Elvish all eight years of attending the academy.

They were given birth names that would be strange to the human world. I don’t even know how to pronounce them. They decided that since they were trying to blend in so that Peter and Mica could have as normal a life they could, they should have normal names.

I, on the other hand, have a normal birth name. My birth mother named me after her mother. Phoebe. Being half human, I have one small active power, which, in a house with the most powerful witches in all of the astral worlds, kind of takes a hit on one’s self esteem.

Luckily, I found a friend at Triarach that is also half human. Cassie is my best friend and the biggest gossip queen at the academy. She would be popular if she had powers. That’s how they judge you at school, how powerful you are.

Oh, you could be the richest, pretties, smartest, person at school and have absolutely no active powers and you wouldn’t even be noticed. That’s where Mica and Peter fit in. Mica had found himself a girlfriend in Beonca. She had it all, the looks, the powers, and the snooty bitch attitude. She was perfect in every aspect one could be perfect in.

Naveah and I were working on my active power that night. I can levitate, big deal. That’s when Mica and Beonca came barging into the room and starting me and I fell to the ground. I tried to swing my legs out beneath me to land on my feet, but I didn’t have enough time and crashed on my ankle. Starting at my toes and working its way up to my knee, sharp pains that felt like sticking my leg in a box of nails started throbbing. Mica rushed to my side to pick me up and place me gently on the couch.

Naveah, racing around completely frazzled, went into the kitchen to get some ice. Mica, not saying a word, grabbed a throw pillow to elevate my leg. Then he put the slightest pressure to lift my foot, I screamed out in pain. Everywhere his skin touched mine intensified the tingling feeling.

Mica backed away with his arms raised in surrender. He tried to smile at me, his way of apologizing, but it turned into a grimace as a tear rolled down my cheek. I was in too much pain to realize I was even crying.

Beonca stared at him the entire time he catered to me. I knew she never liked me being around. She was jealous of the relationship Mica and I shared as we grew up together. It showed in her face. She was tall and tan. She had long brown hair that flowed straight behind her as she walked like a veil. She never had to wear much makeup to intensify her eyes. They were already a striking green. She is part wood nymph, and they all have almost neon green colored eyes.

Once I was settled on the couch, she took him aside, not knowing I was still in hearing range. She was clearly upset.

“What the hell are you doing?” She asked, shoving his arm.

He stared at her bewildered. “You don’t feel one ounce of guilt?” Beonca shook her head. “That’s disturbing. She could be hurt.”

Beonca scoffed. “She’s pathetic. Phoebe knows you’ll run to her side the moment she needs you, and she uses that to her advantage. Are you seriously that blind?”

“She is my sister!” he snapped. “Phoebs and I have been siblings since we were kids, Beonca. You know this. I’ve told you a million times there is nothing between us.”

The pain in my ankle was growing at the peak of their conversation. I didn’t want to, but I screamed out and sat up to examine the ankle. It was swelling and a ring of dark purple formed like a ankle around my foot.

Beonca and Mica came closer to the couch.

“I’ll be right back, Phoebs.” Mica said, gently wipping away yet another forgotten tear. As he was walking away, he said, “How difficult could it possibly be?” More than likely, he was talking about Naveah’s reputation for blond moments.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Beonca said, he back to me and the couch. “It won’t work.” Her voice turned into a harsh whisper.

“Shut up,” I snapped back at her. “This has nothing to do with your boy toy.”

She scoffed. “You want him,” she said as she turned to me. “Everyone wants a piece of him. He will be the greatest witch in the entire world. Who wouldn’t want to be a part of that?”

“You know,” I said, trying to smile. “I would be a part of that no matter what. Since, he would of course take his sister with him on his journey to fame.”

I knew I had won the fight when Beonca’s eyes widened with recognition of the truth. Even if Mica and I weren’t together, I would always be a part of his life and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Then I’ll just have to kill you.” She shrugged. “Works for me.”

I rolled me eyes. “He is going to realize that you two are playing different sides. And when he does, I hope he kills you.”

She let out an evil laugh. “So naive.” She knelt down beside the couch to be more my eye level. “I will kill you,” she said in a dark tone.

Then she did something that only evil witches can do. She astral traveled. Something I had never seen done, but have heard of many times. One second, you are staring at you’re opponent, the next, you can see right through them. They just disappear without a trace.

Mica walked into the room just as she astral traveled. Naveah was skirting around the furniture to sit beside me before Mica had the chance.

“Give me the ice, dear,” she said to Mica.

Mica handed her a lumpy towel and she placed it over my ankle. She hesitated then looked at Mica. “Hold her hand.” He did as she was told. He slipped his rough hand into mind. “Hold it tight.” Mica put only the slightest amount of pressure on my hand.

Naveah, as gently as she could, placed the towel on my ankle. I hissed in pain and tried to recoil my leg but she held it firmly. She pulled a vial out of her jean pocket and opened the lid. The air around us turned into swirls of purple and pink. I could no longer feel the pain in my ankle or the pressure of Mica’s hand.

“She’s gone,” I heard Mica say. It was a distant sound, like he had walked across the room.

I saw the swirls. I wanted to touch them, but my arm felt too heavy and limp. I knew she used some sort of potion to cure the pain. She was a good substitute mom like that.