My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

2-107 We did mention my great grandmother’s twin sister’s ties to the earth and the forest so that is where Elena started. She is everything I thought a witch would look like. She is a fiery red-head with emerald eyes. Her hair is so deep burnt orange it looks like it’s on fire in the sunlight. She has different braids flowing through her medium length locks. Some with beads or feathers attached, some just braids tied off with thin leather straps.

She is taller than me, like pretty much everyone, but only by a couple inches, but her personality precedes her into a room, like an Alpha or Beta of a pack. She is very calm, but I feel like it’s a calm she works hard to maintain and if someone presses the right button she could shoot fireballs out of her fingers. Her build is womanly with curves in all the right places, but she doesn’t hide behind frumpy dresses or dress like a sl*t either. She is classy and natural. It’s hard to tell her age because of the way she carries herself.

“Sit straight and place your palms flat on the ground. Tell me what you feel.”

“The dirt is gravely but soft. It’s warm from the sun.” I press my palms further to the ground and take a deep breath slowly in and slowly out. Concentration has been the hardest thing for me. Sitting still and just being quiet isn’t something I ever thought I would have trouble with after spending so much of my life secluded and alone, but I don’t like the not moving, not thinking part of this whole thing. Another deep breath in and then out. The grass is cool and silky under my touch. I concentrate on feeling further below the surface. “It’s buzzing! Why is it buzzing?” My eyes shoot open and I look up at her. “Close your eyes and feel, try to listen with your hands.”

is a thing that was passed to me. This thrum is the first time I have

get too far with it, I lose the whole sensation and everything snaps in me like a rubberband. My eyes

other through their root systems.

I ask just as a loud clap of thunder rocks through the sky and I look up. How long have we been out here? The sun was burning on my face not

says dryly. I think that is the first joke I

back to the castle trying to beat the rain that is now chasing us down and sweeping over the open yard. We get inside the doors of the balcony, but not without getting soaked

came to us with

still might not have magic, but if I can detect it, if I can feel the difference between good magic and bad magic, I could help with our missions. Maybe find the witches that have been

to see he did not exaggerate. Your education will go faster outside with the elements. It would be best if I could bring you to work with the coven as a whole, in our space of learning, but you are needed here as well. Come let’s go find the study and we can do some magic history so you can understand what and why you are