My Grandma is a Witch, and so am I

Prolouge

The girl sat on the porch with her hands in her lap. To those that saw her, she looked like an ordinary thirteen year old. Her dark brown hair, cut of at the ear lobe, was curly at the tops. But her eyes wore a strange colour, it was purple, and in some lights it looked like it blazed with power. She was dressed in a thin summer dress, despite it being august, and chilling winds creped down the mountain.

Her name was Miska and she was a witch.

The old house belonged to Miska's grandmother, Kathleen, even thou everyone called her Kiska. As a three-year old Miska had been abandoned by her father, just days after the death of her mother. Grandma Kiska took her in, seeing the potential in the child she was learned the basics of witchcraft. Grandma Kiska once admitted that Miska was one of the strongest she’d seen, even stronger than Grandma Kiska herself.

Miska didn’t believe she was strong, and she only used her powers when she needed to.

And now she needed them. She was staring towards the sky, her eyes becoming lighter for every second, like they stole away the light the sky fell dark, and darker still.

It hadn’t rained in months. Grandma Kiska, being the Witch of Long Burrows Trail had tried to stop it, to make it rain again. But no matter how many potions or spells she cast, the sky remained dry.

Miska couldn’t do spells, her powers wasn’t on that level, she just had to think of something really, really hard to make it happen. Most times it worked.

And now she wanted it to rain. She wanted it really deeply.

Her eyes shone so bright that they seemed almost white. She didn’t move a muscle, but gave the pretence to be filled with energy.

The door behind her opened and Grandma Kiska stepped out. Her light blue eyes where wide with excitement, and pride could bee seen floating around. Her short mass of curly hair was white as snow. She was short, and shrunk more for each year. In one hand she bore a stick, it gave others the impression that she was a harmless old lady, but with the thick stick she could brake bones if she wished.

Miska did not see her, even thou that deep in her mind something told her that she wasn’t alone. It also told her that it was her adorable grandmother, and that the old lady was proud.

Miska's eyes darkened until they where their old self. She scrambled to her feet and ran into the waiting arms of Grandma Kiska.

“Blessed child, you have become so strong!” said Grandma Kiska and kissed the child on the cheek. Miska smiled.

She had only done it due to Grandma Kiska's bad sleep. Not being able to turn the heat into rain, had made Kiska doubt her self and sleepless.

Behind them the rain started to fall. They both watched from the shelter of the porch roof as the rain fell, still embraced in a hug.

If they had known what lay ahead of them, they would not have feelt happiness, but sorrow.