Chapter 11: Part 1

A few weeks had passed by since Reeceson began to guard me. During that time we chatted amongst ourselves. He began telling me about his life. His mother was killed by natural causes. His father was killed in war. His younger siblings lived with him. A girl named Kenndy and she was 19 and a boy named Kenny who was also 19. Reeceson told me how he had been a soldier for two years now. He became one to support his family.

Once he had enough money that's when he adopted the family in the slums last spring. Out of all the families he had talked to they felt the most like home. His life to me seems almost perfect. But because he worked so hard he was never really able to find a wife and settled down. Reeceson also hasn't found anyone that held his interest long enough. That was at least until he met me . He told me how nervous he was to start up a conversation with me . Of course I had to laugh at the thought when he told me.

As we shopped around I noticed the familiar faces from that night. The men that were with the General. Reeceson noticed them as well.

"They didn't have enough proof to arrest them as long as the Genera-" Reeceson said, feeling apologetic towards me.

"Don't apologize. They can't do anything without their leader. They are useless. "I reassured him. Reeceson smiled and nodded

This feeling felt odd to me. It wasn't the uneasiness i felt when i first came here. It was more like how I felt growing up with my aunt. She taught me to enjoy the little things. Because I never knew how much longer I had left to live. My aunt was always a simple woman who enjoyed simple things. Just like her mother, my grandmother.

It was somewhat clear to me that I needed to be a little more open with myself again. I needed to be less afraid. Even though it was less than two weeks ago I was kidnapped. Unable to do anything at first. Once I was able to escape or at least a bit of my power it felt unbearable.

It was like I could feel a sharp pain after I used my powers. Of course after a few days I was able to tell my grandmother how I escaped. She explained to me that the pain I felt was normal; If a witch hasn't used her magic in a while they build up all of that magic energy. And it causes a sense of pain throughout the body.

Even to the point of us using our powers without realizing. I decided to start using my powers a little more often again. Just to keep from the uncomfortable feeling I felt. To let loose as one would say. I just couldn't risk being caught after my Aunts hard work would have gone to waste. It felt slightly pointless. Things were pretty quiet. Sometimes I wish it always was.

After we came from the MarketPlace Reeceson decided to head home for the evening. He said that he couldn't spend all day with pretty women. Of course he winked in my direction and I rolled my eyes at him.

Once we headed to our little home Layla put the shopping away while I went to my room. I had done quite a lot of thinking. Using my powers at home couldn't hurt. Just had to make sure no one besides Layla could see me. Practicing in my bedroom was safer because I only had one little window. And that could easily be covered up.

I had come to acceptance with myself. It just wasn't easy since I had to hide a big part of myself. My grandmother had said that I could no longer put my magic off. Once I came to the deacon I let Layla know. She was rather supportive about it. She really was a grand friend to me. Before I focused on anything else I needed to focus on bettering myself.