Okay now on with what I was saying. Over the next four years not a lot happened to me that didn’t happen again and again. I was attacked quite often and I defended myself. It just became a part of my life. I didn’t have any adventures like I would have later so in that sense those years were relatively boring. But that’s not to say that they weren’t complicated because they were. I was still convinced that my birth parents had rejected me because of my powers, because I was a freak. So I was determined not to let that happen with my adopted parents.
So I dedicated myself to being perfect. I didn’t want to give them any reason not to want me, however slight. I was a straight “A plus” student not that it was hard. I did every extra curricular activity I could and I made a lot of friends, sort of. In that time I felt utterly alone. I didn’t know any other magicals and I never saw Kite again. I kept the secret like I had been told and this secret kept me at a distance from everyone else that I knew. As many friends that I had I was never very close to them - I was always separated.
Other than school studying, which as a four year old was anything but a challenge for me, I tried to get more answers about who and what I was. I began to read all sorts of books including the dictionary, which I memorized. I was eager mostly to read religious texts any that I could get my hands on really, more than one version of the bible, the Qu’ran, the Tao, Theravada, the Vedas, Kojiki and more. And other things like the works of Dante and Paradise Lost. For one thing I had an obsession with Hell. Any legend or story about demons and hell I could find I would read. They fascinated me more than scared me at this point. I also completely mastered all of the spells in the book that Kite had given me and I started to use them in new ways.
The night after I cast my first spell I began to have the dreams. I dreamt of Kita at first, just her. The others came in slowly as the years went on and I progressed farther and was able to handle the knowledge that they would give me. I learned a lot about how to survive in the magical world from the dreams. I know now that they weren’t just dreams but memories from my past lives that my subconscious was bringing up in order to protect me. I guess the dreams prove that Kita has always been watching over me. And even from the beginning they meant a great deal to me. On fifth birthday my received a kitten. He had short, silky grey fur, I named him Cair, after you know. I learned later that he was my familiar sent by The Powers That Be to protect me.
Slowly those first years with magic began to pass. I learned from my mistakes and I got better at protecting myself. I learned from the demons too. I studied them even as they attacked me and I began to figure out how they would attack me next. I did as I was instructed by my dreams. I took their weapons, knives mostly. I kept one on me at all times although I was uncomfortable with the idea and I was completely unskilled in using them. I did practice with what I had learned through experience, developed my aim quite well. I got hurt many times. At first I lied about my injuries to my mother but when began to notice how often and how badly it was happening I learned to treat my own wounds.
In that time I also encountered my first demon whose body wasn’t consumed by flames after I killed it. Cair, my familiar, helped me dispose of the corpse. It was an odd scene if you could imagine it: a little girl and her cat dumping a body into a lake - it was a struggle. But I was in for another major life change on my eighth birthday.
 Zegwarian310 · Fri Mar 14, 2008 @ 04:25am · 2 Comments |
