The Witches Past, Chapter 1

The Witches Past, Chapter 1

Eden Medlin, Writer

CHAPTER ONE:

I look around the empty room; it’s dark, there is a light in the middle of the room, and to my left, there is a wall. I run to it and open it, terrified of what is in this room with me.

“Stop.” A voice bellows. I hear the door click behind me, locking me in; I freeze. The place I had entered illuminates around me, and I see a table and two chairs. He pops out of nowhere as if he just appeared.

“Sit.” He says, as he slides a chair out from the table and sits in it. Shakily, I take the seat opposite to him. “I need you to listen, okay? No being stubborn or mean, you have to listen.”

“Why?” I ask, looking around and noticing that there is a void around me. It’s only us, and the table and chairs, of course.

“Because it is important to my future and your brother’s past.”

“What does this have to do with Owen? How do you even know him?” I realize I should be studying him, making sure of who or what he is. He has dark hair, a mixture of black and brown; his eyes are a dark green.

“There isn’t time for questions, Alex, you need to listen-” Cutting off the mysterious boy, I stand up and head for the door.

“Let me out of here!” I say as I jiggle the knob and try to open the door, but it appears to be sealed shut.

“Why? Is your brother a touchy subject?” I glare at the boy and he rolls his eyes at me. “Quit being so dramatic, just sit down, and I will explain everything,” he tells me.

“What if I don’t want you to explain?”

“Will you just trust me? We don’t have a lot of time here-” An alarm goes off inside the room, and he curses under his breath. “Owen, he sent me, and he wants you to know you are in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Life or death kind of trouble; do not trust anyone in your current time, understand? My time is up, see you next time.” The dark room fades and I see light.

I wake up to see my parents; they are standing over me, both looking agitated. Mom spoke, breaking the silence.

“Get up, it’s your first day of school.”

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