City Spells and Celestial Embrace A Tale Beyond Reality

We dance to the songs of the birds, staring deeply at each other. Slowly I lean in, caressing his cheeks as his breath fans my lips...

"Hermio-neee." A distant voice calls

Just a little more, our lips saunters closer

"Her-mio-neee! Don't make me come get you! get your lazy ass off that bed and come do the chores." My grandmother hollers, disrupting me from the fantasy.

"Argggh! Why every time!?" I mumur unhappily, palming my face as I make my way off the bed.

"Good morning ma'am." I greet, on reaching the dining room.

Ketura, on the other hand, is fully dressed for school and is having tea and pancakes laced with maple syrup for breakfast.

She looks up only to smirk at me.

"Hermione do tell, why are you are waking up just now? Would you rather I do the chores for you or Ketura does it?!" My grandmother ask sternly, plopping her hands beneath her chin.

I gulp, looking from Grandmother to Ketura. "No, I'll rather do it. I really am sorry ma'am." I say shakily, for fear of what's to come.

My grandmother by name; Tabitha Crofus, is one of the most revered witch in the Showek High School of Spiritual Creatures [SHSOSC].

By Prowess and experience, all defense I make to counter any attack from her is fruitless.

Worse thing is, she takes Ketura on special classes; making her more knowledgeable beyond my sphere and rank.

"Tabi, let's just let this slide..." Ketura tells grandmother "After all, today is the full moon ritual day, lest we defile ourselves with any impure or filthy thing..." Ketura scorns at me.

"Hmmm... quite true." grandmother nods in consent, lovingly patting Ketura's shoulder.

Sometimes I wish the bond Ketura and Grandmother share, I have it too. My life would have been so much better.

I remember being two years of age when my father brought me to grandmother. Ketura at that time; a three year old child and a child of my grandmother's late daughter was living with grandmother.

The only crime I committed was been birthed by my father -a witch born, and my mother- a werewolf born. They had a one night fling which resulted to me, and mysteriously found their fated mates two years after.

The Werewolf tribe rejected me saying; that I was something that shouldn't exist. A taboo.

The warlocks and witches of the black cat coven, at first sight denounce me but slowly allow me into their fold; but with the promise of staying away from the werewolves tribe, as a witch can't be a werewolf at the same time. It would rip me apart, making me to vanish entirely from the universe. Hence I must permanently have on the Kwazuac neckpiece to stay alive.

"Oh thank heavens, today is a good day..." grandmother turns to me coldly "but the next time, you let me holler your name umpteenthly, I'll make sure to detach your spinal cord, put it back and do it again and again." She threatens.

I nod hastily. Grandmother doesn't give sly threats, she go for it.

"Tabi, we are so going to be late for school." Ketura whines.

"Sorry love, I'm almost done already...just have a little more patience." Grandmother says throwing a piece of pancake in her mouth.

She points to me "Come clear the table... Ketura and I need to get going," She slowly stands, reaching for her big bag on the third chair "Make sure to finish the chores, and come to school on time."

"Okay ma'am." I answer

Ketura stands with the skimpy skirt that makes Principal Eldor rolls his eyes at intervals, she catwalks to the door with grandmother following behind her.

One look at them and a person would conclude that they are mother and daughter. My heart constricts painfully at the thought.

I felt a movement on my leg, only to see Ezra, snuggling close.

"Hey, Ezra." I bent to pick her up. She meos at me, making me giggle.

"How is my little cutie doing?" I ask, gently caressing her. She purrs in pleasure.

Ezra is one beautiful black cat, with blue eyes. I found her seven weeks ago, lieing in a brown carton, close to the forest.

Grandmother had sent me to cut some plants to make herbs for Ketura who had fallen ill.

Sometimes I feel grandmother intentionally shuts me out from all teachings, spells and recipes, otherwise she would never had made me know the herbs particular for food poisoning.