Witchin’|| Writing Wednesday

Hey guys! For today, I have planned to let you guys read my (unedited, mind you) first chapter of my WIP! I hate the name for it now and will definitely change it. So, here we go!!

Winona sat in her room. “Hey, Win, will you help Jared with his lunch for school?” A voice boomed from downstairs. “Why can’t he do it on his own, dad?” She yelled back. “Because he’s ten and you said you’d teach him how you make your sandwiches, Winona Jean.” He yelled back. “Fine.” She yelled. Winona finished brushing her short black hair and went downstairs. “I’m off to work. Your mom will be here to pick up Jared after school to take him to soccer. You can take him to school, right Win?” Her father quickly opened the front door. Hearing that word just made her feel sick to her stomach. “Ugh, mom. I haven’t seen her in a long time. Are you sure she has to come? I can take him.” “She wants to see him.” “But not me, like always. What does she have against me?” Eric looked at her with remorse. “My car’s been acting funny, again. When can uncle Ronnie look at it?” She walked into the foyer of their large house. “Probably when his divorce papers are settled. I’ll look at it when I get home, okay?” Eric Vangello looked at his watch. “Got it. Bye, dad.” “Bye, dad!” Ten year old Jared yelled from the kitchen.

Winona walked into the kitchen “‘Kay, let’s do this. Are you sure you can handle this?” She joked. “Super Jared can do anything!” Jared said as she noticed his green and orange cape on around his neck. “There we go.” she said with a giggle escaping her lips. The two began to make a ham and cheese sandwich. Once the sandwich was finished Jared asked “Why does mom like me, but not you, Winnie?” Winona sighed “I have no clue, Jar. Ever since I was young, she just hasn’t liked me. She’s tried, but something seems to be stopping her.” She placed her head into her hand as she leaned on the kitchen counter. “Well, dad and I love you.” He hugged his sister. She laughed “Thanks little buddy. Now, it’s time for us to go to school!” He ran out of the kitchen zoomed away. She could only smile as she closed his lunchbox.

Perry walked up to Winona. “I put too much creamer in my coffee.” “Oh my god, boo hoo, nerd.” Winona joked as she pulled a notebook out. “It’s no laughing matter!” Perry pushed her. “What isn’t a  laughing matter?” Sam asked as he walked up to the lockers. “Perry’s coffee being too sweet.” Winona said as she looked at Sam. “Per, you always put too much. I have an idea, put less in.” He finished with a sarcastic gasp. Sam and Winona laughed as Perry took a sip of his coffee. “You two are so mean to me. I wish I had better friends.” He pouted as he opened his locker. As Perry’s locker door swung open, a piece of folded paper fell onto the floor. “Ooh, a love letter! Who’s it from?” Winona said as she flung her body towards the floor. She picked up the note. “It doesn’t say anything.” She opened up the paper. “What is this?” “Coordinates.” Sam looked over her shoulder. “It’s probably nothing-.” The bell for first period rang. “We gotta go.” He closed his locker. “We can go after school, right?” Winona asked the two. “I’m free.” Sam said as he closed his locker. “I guess so.” Perry said as he walked to class. “Let’s look to where they go.” Winona told Sam the numbers as he punched it into his phone. “The library?”

“Are you Perry Thronwell? Someone said you’d be coming in.” the receptionist sat up from her chair and grabbed something from behind the desk. “Here you go.” A small piece of paper slid onto the counter. The three walked away and peered at the note. “What am I looking at?” Sam stated impatiently. “They’re dewey decimal codes.” Perry read the code and looked at the shelves. “Haven’t you ever read a book before, Sam? Or are you on your computer all the time?” “Shut up. I haven’t been here before.” “Over here.” WInona and Sam  hurried past others nearby. “This is the local history section.” Winona stated. “That’s where whoever sent this led us to? Why?” “No clue, but it might have to do with this note hidden in ‘Town History and Lore’.” Perry took the book off the shelf. He opened it up the marked page. “‘The Coven of Chene’”. “Read it, dude.” Winona smacked him playfully.

Before urbanization existed, there were two small villages not too far from each other. One was the large, prosperous Chene, the other was the smaller, Sonne. Sonne was the type of village that hated anything different from them. They were sheltered, conservative, and angry. Chene was the opposite. They were happy and bewildered at the creativity of life.

The prophet of Chene was a magical being. Filled with wonder, the Prophet wanted to fill their mind with the knowledge of life. The prophet had four magical abilities: Growth, Control, Telekinesis, and Morph. Once Chene learned about their prophet, they gave four children to the magical being so they could have these abilities. As years went on, the prophet aged with the children beside them.

Sonne soon learned about the children and the abilities and murdered all of Chene. The angry village took the land of Chene and combined it with Sonne. the city grew and grew. It became a sheltered, power-hungry community. They felt they were superior to every village nearby. They had the world.

But what they didn’t know was that the five Prophets survived. They were away for the slaughtering. The hid in the village and continued to learn their abilities. No one knew about them. Until the Prophet passed and the children had no one.

They were split up from each other and went to other parts of the village. They were forced to go to school, forced to leave their friends, forced from using the powers.

But a stroke of luck appeared. A baby appeared in the middle of the village, wearing only a black cloth with a name tag around its wrist. The four Prophet found the child and alerted the other. It was their fifth half. The missing prophet.

The death prophet

They were told by the Head Prophet about this one. That on their passing, a baby would appear and become their fifth. The final prophet would bring death to whomever they felt. They would stay young forever as the others aged. The others were taught, but this one already knew what to do.

The five of them ran from their families and hid in the woods. They grew up and raised the fifth together. They would be a team in the end.

The rumor of them running away together spread through town, and people had heard of their powers. Once they were all grown, they decided to go back and have families to continue their bloodlines.

Their powers spread through the generations.

The three of them looked at each other as Perry put the book back. The silence settled in before someone crushed it. “Who would send us on a wild goose chase just to read a bogus story?” Sam said frustratedly. “Well,” Winona sighed “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because they think we’re hooligans?” Perry shrugged. “Maybe they thought we wouldn’t do it. We have to go, Win. Jared needs you to save him from your mom.” Winona grumbled “Stupid mom. Dammit, let’s go.” Sam and Winona walked together as Perry slowly walked behind them. “Per, what’s taking you so long?” Winona asked. “Just walking really slowly.” He said as he put his phone back into his pocket.