The Witches

06 January 2015

Being here is strange, I still don't believe that I could be a witch, but holding my wand says something else. I haven't been blessed with magic yet, but I can already feel the power when it's in my hand. What does one do with all this power? I wonder at times.

Also, it's strange here because I'm having bad nights. Not that I can't sleep or anything but that I get weird dreams. I'm always surrounded by black and can hear distinctive chatter but I can't hear a word that's being uttered.

The voices are many and maybe that's why it's so hard for me to focus on what they're trying to say.

It's been a couple of days that I've been here. I spend my days reading up on this place's history.

It is two magical words that melted into one big world. It used to start as one big world but the witches difference broke them up.

They were all forced to learn dark magic and it was fine, but a group of people hated that. They fought the system for centuries but no one could have that change since the vast majority wanted to learn the dark arts.

That's when the council came together and decided to split the two groups up and then they had 'San and Mele.

The white witches had to start from scratch and it was difficult in the beginning, having to adjust and also create a new style of magic altogether. But they did well nonetheless. However, the two group's hate for each other grew and they fought for years.

They've concluded that surely good and bad just don't mix, until last year. Sindra and Bethany have been friends ever since they were three and they've gotten along pretty well. They have a true and beautiful friendship. They showed both the white and black witches that a union between the two is very possible.

Sounds like a wonderful ending. How would we know? We are only at the beginning of that part of the whole thing. Reading up on the town's history only made me want to meet Sindra and Bethany.

A knock took me out of my reading. I still have no roommate so I had to get the door, which I did. Behind it stood a happy Margot with a beautiful dark-skinned girl with a round face. Her black hair is tied to the back so that her long coarse hair could make a bomb afro.

"Tam... This is Aaliyah," she placed her arm around her shoulder and looked Aaliyah in her eyes, "this is Tamzyn, your roommate,"

I couldn't help but smile, I hated not having anyone around me. The silence that filled the room, particularly at night was the worst.

the room and walked up to look through the round large window. Besides, it is two beds, she chose the one on the right and placed her brown

rules. "No one follows the rules but when the adults come for regular check-ups, please at least

spacious, I love

a bigger open area, this is where we watch tv. There's a large yellow couch with a redwood coffee table. The part of the wall that the couches face towards is magical. It has a name, it's called Yalona. You greet Yalona and she shows you anything you

part where we sleep. The first thing you pass is a desk on one side of the room, on it are two computers and two chairs, each side has two draws. On the opposite of that desk is another, the dead same. Next to that desk, like with the other, are the first two beds. Next to them are their bedside tables followed by the other two beds. It's bland. I have no matter to decorate my room, and I don't even

enjoy each other. I'm out and if you need me my room is next to you guys. On the

and opened both her arms. She had a huge smile on her face, one that looked like

years, Tamzyn, and I finally get the calling," she chuckled, "I was the only witch left

was left just starring. This is

think Meledsan is alive or something?" I asked but couldn't contain the small laugh that

seemed offended. "Of course,

"How do you know?"

Silence.

earth, they all told of stories of Meledsan speaking to them. Sure we normos never experienced that, but are you trying

I shrugged.

know them,

go grab

skinny frame paired with short boots. She led the way, she seems to know this place. She says it's because she still studied magic,

lot, which I loved because I barely speak. In other words, she's the perfect

grape flavoured milkshake, she ordered coffee. We both had

about her studies when I started dissociating. I hate when that happens during conversations because I normally am very into what the other person wants to say,

reminded me of my blank dreams but

The whispers became louder.

"Tamzyn,"