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The ally was dark as a young girl sat, patting a black cat that sat idly by her side. The only light that reflected in was from a street light outside. The girl leant against the wall and opened a large book across her lap as she patted her cat with the free hand. Brown eyes skimmed the page as the knowledge entered the girls brain, almost like a spounge absorbing water.

Thunder roared.

The girl looked up.

It was dark, always dark it seemed. People walked past her, never noticing she was a person, or even that she existed.

The cat beside her let out a small meow and looked up at her, its big gold eyes asking for something more then its usual left overs for dinner.

Sad brown eyes looked down at the pet, her only friend. "I'm sorry." She apologised. "We just don't have the money." The girls eyes traveled back to the book as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear, continuing her read.

The girl stood, a small smile on her face as she whispered a few words, a flash of lighting and a thunder clap made the girl smile wider. Rain began to pour down heavily, drenching her and her poor cat, who ran under the closest bin lid meowing to show its dislike.

But the brown eyed girl didn't seem to notice as she closed her book and began to spin, letting the rain soak her clothes and skin.

Staring out at the sudden storm another grinned and slammed open her window. Startling her dog. Slowly drifting out into the night air the grin grew wider. Tonight Things would happen.

The cat let out a hiss of Irritation, the girl sighed and stopped spinning.

"Alright, come on." She said with a motion of her head.

The cat nodded and stepped out of the bin and ran under the girls legs. The brown eyed girl picked up the small animal and hid her in her jumper. Protecting the animal from any more water damage.

Losing herself in the the gravitational quirks caused by the electricity in the storm the girl slowly rose into the lightning torn clouds. Smiling widely the whole time.

The girl placed her book in her jumper too.

She moved the wet strands of hair out of her face as she looked at the people rushing by, most of them holding newspapers above their heads. She grinned and ran out, it was almost as if no-one could see her as she zig and zagged her way through the people until she arrived at a shop titled. "Practical Magick."

The girl digged through her pockets for the key.

Creating small holes and bends in the gravitation Field around herself Kat made sure all lightning was deflected or merely passed around her. Slowly she opened her eyes to better take in her surroundings.

She promptly decided that had been a very bad idea as she saw the ground miles below and felt all the blood rush from her head.

Losing her grip on reality she starting dropping at an alarmingly fast rate. Straight towards a large derelict building. The girl only just was able to get hold of herself and slow her decent slightly before crashing into the roof and knocking herself unconscious.

The brown eyed girl whipped a piece of brown hair out of her face as she unlocked the door and pushed her way in. It was dry and dark, well the dark would need fixing.

The girl flicked on the switch and the room lit up to show row after row of books, candles, jewelery, and anything else you could think of. The girl didn't even looked around, she put her keys on the counter and pulled out her cat and book, placing them beside them on the counter.

A curtain showed the way into the back, it was purple and silky. The girl brushed it to the side and walked in.

"Xanthee?" Came a quiet call.

"I'm here." She replied, walking over to the bed in the corner. "I made it rain! Did you see? I made it rain, they say weather magick is the hardest magick there is and it rained!" The girl couldn't help but grin.

The woman in the bed laughed, lighting up her old features. "Yes, well done."

Xanthee grinned harder at her mentors praise, she turned and pulled a few objects off the shelf, mixing them and grinding them together as she spoke. "I'm getting better hold of my powers, no-one noticed because I chose the right place to practice! Not like before when you had to blow that memory out of the persons mind. But I am getting better, Open."

Xanthee held the bowl up to the old woman's lips, who complied to the request and drank the entire contents of the bowl, Xanthee grinned.

"Now get some more sleep."

The old woman again complied.

Xanthee left the room, smiling at her friend and mentor.

((Sorry! I'll throw something together before bed! Ermm...))

He lay down on the roof as the rain began to drip onto the bare concrete, softly at first. He lifted his hand and held the thin veil of drops as well as he was able, watching them drizzle onwards down his arm. He sighed in contentment. Rain always cheered him up. The drops grew larger as the storm intensified. Drake lowered his hand. Drops now gathered in his hair, to drip down the back of his neck. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the moment, a brief respite from the world around him before he was plunged back into the chaos and strife that had plagued him for so long now. He opened his eyes briefly at the precise instant the lightning flashed, and then he was still again.

The storm gathered strength.

The rows of books and objects were like a well known maze to the young witch, twisting and turning with hidden places that could help or trap a young mind. Xanthee looked at the books in her hands as she began to place them in their proper places.

You know shes dying right? Came a quiet voice from her feet. The girl looked down at the owner of the voice, its golden eyes bearing into her soul.

Xanthee sighed.

"I know Shanti, but if I can find the right spell, the right combination of ingredients maybe I could post pone it, maybe halt it all together."

Even as she said the words, Xanthee knew it was hopeless. The old woman was well, Old.

Her time was to an end and, no matter what she did the young witch wouldn't be able to stop death. The cat seemed to show sympathy as it sat, trying to make its master understand.

Death is not something you can change, you need to learn this. Shes dying and nothing we can do can stop it. Nothing.

Xanthee nodded and looked towards the purple curtain. "I know, I know. But.... I'll miss her you know. Shes all I've got."

The cat seemed to nod as it stood back up to nuzzle against its owners leg. Xanthee smiled at her pet as it walked away, maybe she wouldn't be alone after all.

Kat groggily sat up, clutching her head in her hands. She had a splitting headache.

Dimly she relised she was soaked to the bone, Her leg also seemed to be bleeding badly.

"Damn!" She cursed.

Looking around the girl soon deduced she was on a warehouse roof, crawling to the edge of the building she cursed again. She did not think she could cliimb down, and that meant she had to use her power to get down. She really didn't think she should be using her powers right now, Kat was pretty damn sure she had a concussion.

Sighing she mustered her strength and concentraed really hard on teleporting to th ground and not, say, that telephone pole two streets over.

Feeling the world shift around her and feeling her feet still on the ground Kat opened her eyes again.

"FUCK!" She snapped before collapsing on the floor of a musty old shop.

Xanthee jumped and dropped all the books in her hand when she heard the swearing. She noticed her pet Shanti had returned and was sitting behing her. "You hear that?" The witch asked her familer, who nodded.

Xanthee poked her head out from behind the book case, after putting the books down on a random shelf of course. The girl looked around, for the source of the racket.

Kat was still passed out on the floor

((keep the juices flowing jess im out cold))

There was... a girl?

"Shanti, is that a girl passed out cold by the candles?" Xanthee asked, casting a look at her pet. Shanti nodded, before walking over to the unconscious girl.

"Thought so...." Xanthee mumbled as she walked over to the girl. "Oi!" She said rather loudly. The witch bent down next to the girl and poked her neck.

((Sorry to come in so abruptly.))

Viola looked around. She knew nothing but her name and her age. "Where am I...?"

The world was black and all sound was muffled. kat could vagely feel a sensation in her head and arm that reminded her somewhat of pain, but could not focus on that feeling. Instead she focused on opening her eyes.

It was difficult. Nothing wanted to work.

"mmf" she moaned as something prodded her neck. This was not fun.

"WHOOP!" Xanthee said, jumping back when the girl groaned, knocking a few candles off the shelf.

The cat rolled its eyes, Well done smart ass. You just woke her up.

Shanti walked over and licked the girls face.

"What a very.... Cat thing to do." Shanti shot a glare at Xanthee

Kat slowly opened her eyes and stared at the shadowy figures above her. One was quite large and slightly further away and the other was small and very close. Infact so close it seemed to be licking her face.

"GARGH!" Kat shreiked as she bolted upright, accidentally throwing the thing off.

Shanti snuffed the girl before walking away. Walking in between Xanthees legs to do so. The witch looked at the girl in shock.

Kat stared blanky at the girl infront of her.

"Who're you" She mumbled clutching her head in her hands. Noting that she was still bleeding ((Hint Hint))

((I explained this to you.))

Xanthee squinted, the girl was hurt. But still. The girl had broken into her shop. "I think the question is who are you?" The witch asked, turning around and looking for a cloth.

"I'm-" She groaned and collapsed back onto her back "Im...Kat" she muttered, eyeing the other warily.

"Where is this? Who are you?" She asked again.

Xanthee looked at the girl before walking over to her and picking her up.

"Xanthee, and you are in my shop." The witch explained as she took the girl called 'Kat' into the back room, past the old woman and into the young witches own room. She sat the injured girl on her bed.

"Oh...whoops..." The girl muttered, before sighing and leaning back into the pillows "Sorry"

Xanthee sighed and walked out, stepping back in moments later with a bucket. She dipped the cloth into the water and patted it on the girls wounds.

Kat smiled sheepishly at the other girl, "Thanks" she hissed as cold water was applied to her cuts.

"means a lot to me"

"Yeah, yeah. Now be quiet and let me assess the damage...." Xanthee mumbled as she looked at Kats arm. "You got it good, its pretty deep."

The young witch grabbed her book and flipped through until she found the right page. "Vigoratus is incidere ex telum infractus, Vigoratus is vulnus ex vicis captus. Sinus tergum quod ventus viscus, Addo is una quod planto is mesh. Meus mos is fio, Beatus exsisto."

Xanthee looked up from the book, Her hand touched the arm gently, the blood stopped and the skin healed, only a scar was left.

((real Latin!))

kat stared dazedly at her arm, then at Xanthee.

"So you can do stuff too..." She muttered before promptly passing out from bloodloss.

((Real Latin that... well as close as I could get to real Latin... Toook forever!))

Xanthee was confused, was this girl a witch too. Like a real witch, with power and stuff? Well, the questions would be answered when the girl awoke.

Strange dreams filled Kats head the moment her eyes closed and her head smacked the pillow.

Dreams filled with lightning and fire, water and earth. Weaves of spirit and air. And powers behond anything the mind could ever comprehend.

There were faces that came and went, Kat could only reconise two. Herself and Xanthee. The others were strangers, but she knew she'd reconise them the moment they met.

Battles waged, and friendships were formed. And under it all came an overwhelming sense of dread, an forecoming bleakness.

Only when Kat will awake she will remember nothing of the dream. Only the feeling of dread, and a need to find something.

Xanthee looked at the girl strangly, wondering what strange dreams filled the girls head, But since the girl was asleep, Xanthee had a few things to do.

The witch stood up and grabbed a few items, and of course her book. Stepping out the girl looked around, what a mess. She would need to clean that, great.... More work.

Sighing Xanthee walked up to the roof. The rain had stopped and the city was cleary seen, it was breath takingly beautiful. Like little stars in every ones window. Different colours and shapes, it was just... beautiful.

Xanthee took out her candles and lay them in a circle around herself. A bowl was placed in front of her filled with water as she sat, incense on her left and a jar of dirt on her right. Looking at the candles Xanthee only thought one thing. "Fire." And they burst into life.

"Alright water. Tell me what I want to know." The witch said, looking into the water.

Kat bolted upright, sweating and gasping for breathe.

"What...what was that" she whispered to herself.

Waiting a few minutes to get control of herself again, Kat sighed and climbed out of the bed. Xanthee had said she was in a shop, but it didn't look like any shop she'd seen before. Actually it looked quite occult. Kat grinned.

"Cool."

Images swpet through Xanthees mind, Her shop, the old woman... Only the woman was... dead? Yes dead, Anger filled Xanthees heart.

The image changed, a funeral... The old womans. Kat stood beside her, trying to comfort her, help her. But Xanthee didn't care, she would kill the men who did this. She stormed away

She saw herself, she had grown, gained more control of her power, she also saw... Kat? Yes Kat, They were talking to... Obviously someone she hadn't met yet, and they stood somewhere she hadn't been before for those Images where not seen.

The pictures changed, crimson, Black and red. Blood, burning and fires. Villages, cities town. All going up in flames. The pictures collapsed into one, a smirking face and bright red eyes.

BOO!

Xanthee knocked the bowl over, spashing herself as she did so. Breathing deeply she looked at the water. The future was known to lie right?

Kat stared down at the large tomb before her. ((book 'tomb' not grave 'tomb' ))

It was a large book filled with occult magics, she doubted any of them really worked, but it was an interesting read nonetheless. The shop was filled with book like this, as well as other things; herbs, candles, statuetes.

Anything a magic user could hope for. 'Which' Kat thought to herself 'is what Xanthee seems to be'.

Rising from the slightly dusty chair she had cleared for herself, she continued to wander throught the shop, stopping to look at the things that happened to catch her interest, and passing by the things that didn't.

Soon she crossed paths with a small bell, it was a pale siver and completely unadorned.

Kat couldn't help but pick it up, it seemed to glow a second and Kat yelped as it burn't her hand, dropping it.

Scowling she bent to pick it up, only to come face to face with a very old woman.

The old woman looked down and grabbed onto Kats arm.

"Touching it will only make it burn more." She said in a raspy voice, her eyes widened and she turned the youngers hand over, running her fingers over the gilrs palm.

"You have many dangers ahead of you, many people who pretend to be your friend when their not... Danger, and blood. So much blood." She rambled.

Kat gasped and jerked her hand away from the woman.

"Wha-what!?" She gasped "What do you mean?"

The womans eyes grew wider.

"Death, so much death. But love and friendship will bloom. Take it, take it!" Grabbing a cleaning cloth the old lady picked up the bell.

"Look after it. Never let it off your person." She warned, looking at the bell before her head snapped to the upstairs door.

Xanthee stepped out but didn't look down as she locked the door. The old witch went back into her room.

Kat stared after the woman, eyes as wide as saucers.

'What was that all about'

Looking behind her to the other girl, A grin bloomed across her face.

"MORNING SUNSHINE!" She called in a singsong voice, before prancing over to Xanthee. The old woman obviously didn't want her to know she had been up, so she wasn't going to draw attention to it.

"Yeah... Morning." Xanthee mumbled, walking down the stairs to put her objects back. She walked past the case the bell had been in. "Wheres the bell?"

Sighing, Kat launched into an explanation about the woman. Shame she couldn't think of a lie, she was usually quite good at creating false tales.

After finnishing her story Kat showed Xanthee the bell.

Xanthee broke out in laughter.

"Shes been imbobile for years. So it wasn't her, it would have been something else... Keep it close. Its very powerful. It will only chime when those that have bad intentions towards you are near. It will also grow hot when Magic is being preformed."

Kat smiled up at the other girl. She was tired. Very tired.

"If you don't mind...I'm gonna borrow your bed" With that she stumbled back into the other room and collapsed...again.

Xanthee watched the girl go opened mouthed.

That was just rude.

Viola looked around as she wandered the streets.

She sighed and climbed the side of a fence to get to an abandoned house. Finding an empty room she settled on one of the beds and fell asleep.

The next morning Viola woke with a start. She slicked her hair back, breathing heavily as she tried to recollect the memories of the dream that had come to her. Yellow eyes. Bright yellow eyes. She had seen them. It was chilling, but she had seen them before. She was sure of it!

Snuggling deep into the comforter, Kat mumbled something completely incoherent into the pillow, This seemed to wake her up. For about 3 seconds she suddenly sat bolt upright.

"Crap!" She cried. Under the circumstances of the u night she had completely forgotten to call her mum to tell her she wouldn't be home. Running out into the main section of the shop she frantically tried to find a phone. Her mobile had mysteriously disapeared, she had probably left it at her house.

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