Kira ~ It All Started With A Package

A simple brown box with my name on it, that's what started it all. But it was a gift from my grandmother. Was I supposed to throw it out? Even if that gift was, of all things, a stupid spell book.

Stupid or not, I owned it. It was mine, clever gift though it was. Grandma Suzette was always tossing hints. I was going to be a witch whether I wanted to be or not, and I definitely didn't want to. But, the choice had already been made for me. Or, it seemed that way to me at least.

Such was the notion that forced my hand in the first place, and brought me to condemn the book to the Realm of Lost Things, or under my bed for short. There it would remain for the rest of eternity or until my second semester at Tri- Hunter Academy, my boarding school of choice, came to a close, which ever came first. Then I'd simply return the book to grandma personally, and tell her that I was uninterested for the 1,000th time.

In hindsight, I probably should have just mailed the book back to her with a kindly written yet slightly threatening not declining her offer to give witch craft another try. But Grandma Suzette beat me to that, no doubt knowing exactly what I'd do. So she'd sent a little note of her, kindly written, persuasive, and worst of all, it made me feel extremely guilty. Way to go Grandma, score one for you.

Attached to her gift, the letter wrote:

Dear Kira,

The long months that you've been away have been incredibly rough on our family. We all miss you terribly, especially your sisters, who would burst into tears whenever your name was mentioned during the first week. And poor Dylan, he seems so lost without the ability to contact you. Do send him word on your status as soon as you can. When I last spoke with him, he sounded quite worried about you.

Sweetie, I know you were very upset when you left and you made the decision to attend a normal school rather hastily. As stubborn as you are, can you at least mull over the possibility that you might have made a mistake? Well, even if you don't think so, I still want you to consider all that you've left behind, as well as what and who you're willing to give up.

But of course Kira, I can only offer you my advice based on personal experience. I have no way of knowing what thoughts are going through your head or what emotions you feel in your heart. I give you my blessing either way as your parents did. If they are willing to support the choices you've made, then I suppose I should too. You know I'll always love you dear, you matter what you do.

Enclosed is a little piece of home that I think might come in handy for you. You never know after all. Call it my gift because I couldn't resist.


Grandma Suzette

P.S. Kira, I'm hoping you'll just thumb through the book. I don't expect you to perform any spells. I'm almost certain that you've forgotten a lot since you've left. No offense dear, but your skills will be rusty, at best. : )

Only Grandma Suzette would find it suitable to present a challenge at the end. Surely she knew me better than that. I wasn't Amanda after all, my impulsive younger sister who was always ready to prove the world wrong. I was a lot tamer than that, and I chose my morals over an insult towards my skills any day. But at her request, and no one else's, I'd done what she'd asked and flipped through the book.

Admittedly, there were a lot of very interesting spells in it, but I wasn't interested enough to try any of them out. I read through the letter one more time then folded it up, stuck it in my desk drawer, and kicked the book under my bed.

I sat back on my bed, resting against my propped up pillows. I absently brought my hand up to touch my necklace. I rubbed my thumb over the heart shaped pendant with sapphires going down the right side. It had been a gift from Dylan. I twisted it around on the thin silver chain with my left hand, and absently twirled a strand of my long, black hair with the other hand. The letter had me thinking about him again. I knew that Grandma wasn't lying when she said he was worried, he probably was.

Knowing Dylan, he most likely thought I was angry with him or something, that he was the reason why I had decided to leave home and go to Tri- Hunter. He possibly also thought that he was the reason why I had decided not to be a witch anymore. For that, he might be half right. He was the one I was destined to someday wed, hand picked by my Grandmother herself, as was traditional. But for me, always the rebel, I, Kira Allborne wanted nothing to do with an arranged marriage to the prodigal warlock, one Dylan Lockhorne of London. For that, I was willing to give up witch craft for good.

"But how just of me would it be to let him continue to worry about me?" I muttered aloud, then sighed, "What harm could one phone call do? It's just to ease his nerves." I got up off my bed, sliding my feet into my school shoes. I straightened my uniform skirt, plaid in various shades of blue, and walked over to the dresser on my side of the room. The other half belonged to my roommate and one of my best friends at Tri- Hunter, Aubrey Silverstone.

Walking over to my dresser, I picked up my eye liner, applying a fresh coat of navy blue under my eyes. My eyes, a vibrant light blue, seemed a lot more dangerous when darkened around the outsides. That way, the guys at my school would get the hint when I gave them my signature icy stare.

I'd just take a walk down to the phone booth closest to my door room; the one near the café would have to do. I grabbed a couple of quarters off my desk and shoved them in my pocket along with my address book. Flipping through the book already, searching for Dylan's number, I couldn't help but wonder why I was doing this. Before I left, I glanced back at my bed, and mentally willed the spell book to stay there.

But that brings me back to the point. It all started with a package, well, that and wishful thinking of course, both on my part and that of my Grandmother's as well. She wished I would change my mind and be a witch again. I wished that her gift would remain under my bed forever. Wishful thinking, right?