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Once Upon A Spell
 
- Six -


Sorry this chapter's so short. Next chapter Kylie leaves town!

Noah’s Point of View
“So Kylie could die within the next year?” Evan spoke up, his voice strained and his eyes watery.
My dad sighed as a small tear rolled down his cheek. I’d never seen my dad cry before, besides the one time he cried at his mother’s (my grandmother’s) funeral.
“Where is she?” he croaked, “You didn’t tell her she was going to get killed, did you?”

“I had to, Jim! She had to be prepared and informed! I couldn’t just not tell her. She’s strong. She has the help she needs to survive, too,” my mother responded.
It was hard to imagine it all. I mean, I was never into those Halloween-y types of myths and legends, but now they’re all coming to life in my own house. What else is real? Vampires? Werewolves? I scoffed and rubbed a hand down my face. Now these fictional characters are going to try to kill my sister? I don’t think so.
“Kylie, honey,” my mother called, “Come here, please.”
I heard Kylie’s door open as she slowly shuffled down the hallway with her face in her hands.
My dad immediately got up and ran over to her, wrapping her in his arms.  Kylie uncovered her face, revealing her tear-flooded face. She was struggling to breathe, hiccupping and coughing. Kylie’s not much of a crier. She doesn’t exactly express her feelings like other girls unless you’re completely alone with her and beg her to fess up, which is why I felt terrible seeing her this way. It reminded me that although my family and I may look miserable about this whole thing, Kylie is really the only one suffering.
I numbly walked towards my dad and wrapped my arms around them both. I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope with all of this.

 

Once Upon A Spell
 
- Five -

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Noah’s Point of View

“Dad, you can’t do that,” I protested, squinting at him in disbelief.
“Oh yeah?” he challenged, “Why not? She’s acting like a lunatic.”
“Because she’s your wife…and my mom.”
He frowned looking defeated and stood up, looking my mom in the face, pointing a finger at her nose.
“You tell me the truth right now. I don’t need these kind of jokes right now.”
I couldn’t help but notice how nervous and helpless my mother looked, practically crouching underneath my father, who was now towering over her.
“Listen to mom,” Evan said to Dad, “Maybe you’re the one that’s gone mad, Pop.”
I didn’t even notice my brothers had joined us in the kitchen.
My dad’s jaw clenched. He sighed, ran a hand down his face, and took a step back from my mother.
“How could you ever say that to me, Jim?” he whimpered, her eyes almost angry, “You think I would lie to you about something like this? I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Kylie. I’m going to tell you the truth. I just need you all to listen to me.”
“I’m listening,” my father grunted, curling his upper lip.
“I’m a witch. Families, whose ancestors started out as male witches, or warlocks, pass the gene down to their sons. Families whose ancestors started as witches pass the gene down to their daughters, therefore, Kylie got the gene and now she has powers, too,” my mother started, looking focused and aware, “Kylie is the Electum. It means chosen one in Latin. Rose Kassandra was the first witch in our family. There’s a lot to explain. Long story short, Rose was in love with the most powerful warlock of all time, Patrick Coughlan. When she broke her heart, he cursed her and her family. If the curse were ever broken, her family would be set free. However, the curse can only be broken if a descendant’s heart is ripped from her chest.”
My father flinched, but Mom continued.
“They’re called the Investigators. They’re the descendents of Patrick Coughlan, the ones who know it all. They know Kylie’s the chosen one, and they want to kill her. But don’t worry, that’s the whole reason why Dr. Mage was at our door today. He’s going to bring her to Mage’s School of Witchcraft in Salem, Massachusetts. Of course, the school has been kept a secret for years since accusations about witches were made in Salem around the time it was founded. Mage’s ancestor was a good friend of Kassandra’s, so he’s going to try to help her. He’s going to make sure she knows how to use her powers so she can defend yourself when they come for her.”
It took us all a few minutes to absorb what she had just told us. Kylie. Dead. It was all too much to take in at once. My little sister, the girl I’ve looked after since she was born, the girl who always knew how to stop the fights between my brothers and me, the girl who had so many friends and family who cared about her, the girl who never did anything bad to anyone, the girl who doesn’t deserve to die. I never dreamed she’d be put in a situation like this. I never dreamed any of us would have to face this.
“You mean…you knew Kylie was going to die since she was born, but you never told anyone?” I shot.
My mother took a deep breath before speaking any further, “No. I tried to keep her hidden. I changed my identity, moved houses, started a family, got a job…everything I needed to do to escape from their grasps. But, when Dr. Mage showed up at my door today, I knew there was no escaping this mess.”
“What do you mean you changed your identity?” questioned Dad.
“Well, since I married you, I changed my first name from Anne to Alison and my last name from Kassandra to Hemlock. “
“All to keep Kylie safe?” he continued to press.
“Yes, all to keep my daughter alive. I’m sorry I failed you, but it would’ve turned out this way if I didn’t try to hide her anyway. I did the best I can,” she whispered, looking downwards, ashamed of herself.
 

 

Once Upon A Spell
 
- Five -

Noah’s Point of View
I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to know what my mother was hiding from us all; I wanted to know why I heard sobs coming from her bedroom. I got up from my chair at the kitchen table. Joey, Drew, and Evan showed little interest in what was going on around them. My dad, on the other hand, seemed nervous as hell, tapping his fingers on the counter and his hell on the floor beneath him.
“I’m going to see what they’re up to,” I told my dad.
“Now hold on a second there” started my dad in a tired voice, “ You might want to give them some privacy. It might take your mother some time to tell us what’s going on. Just wait a little while.”
“Wait a little while?” I yelled at him, “An old man that can levitate objects just came to our door and told us he was taking Kylie…and you want me to wait a little while to find out what’s going on? Please, dad.”
“Patience is a virtue,” he muttered under his breath as I started to walk away.
“Cut the crap,” I yelled, turning to face him again.
“Don’t you dare talk to me that way, Noah, or I’ll send you out of this house right now!” he backfired.
“Dad!” I retorted, “Don’t just go along acting like everything’s normal, because you’re clearly in denial that mom’s ‘old friend’ wants to take your little girl away from you for a reason we don’t yet understand.”
His eyes softened, but they still looked angry. However, this time his anger wasn’t directed towards my attitude. It was directed towards our current situation.
“Fine,” he said, “Go see what’s happening.”
I rolled my eyes and continued to stomp towards my mother’s bedroom door.
Before I could even knock, she opened it. There were tears streaming down both her and Kylie’s soft, red cheeks.
“Ma,” I said softly, “Can you please explain this? To all of us?”
She sighed and nodded, following me into the kitchen.
Kylie walked into her our bedroom and closed the door shut behind her.
“Alison,” my dad breathed once he caught sight of her.
“I know I have a lot to explain,” she told us in a shaky voice, “But first know that I didn’t want this for any of us, especially Kylie. I tried to hide her from all of this, but fate took control of her life instead. I didn’t think they’d ever find us, but they did.”
“Who?” I demanded.
“I’m a witch. My family is cursed because of an old legend from one of my ancestors. Fate found Kylie because she is the family’s chosen one. Our rival family, the Coughlans, want revenge. They’re going to try to kill Kylie.”
I stared at her in disbelief. Did she really think now would be a good time to joke about something like this?
“Have you gone mad, Alison?” my dad asked, “You’ve been way too into those stories lately.”
“Please,” she whispered, “Just listen. I’m sorry.”
“So, you’re saying you are a witch. You cast spells and make potions and can see the future.”
“Something like that,” my mom said calmly.
“Get out of my house,” he spat at her, “Now.”
 

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Once Upon A Spell
 
- Four -

Kylie’s Point of View

“You’re the Electum," my mom told me, "It means chosen one in Latin. Rose Kassandra was the first witch in our family. There’s a lot to explain. Long story short, Rose was in love with the most powerful warlock of all time, Patrick Coughlan. When she broke his heart, he cursed her and her family. If the curse were ever broken, her family would be set free. However, the curse can only be broken if a descendant’s heart is ripped from her chest.”
My hands began to shake and sweat started to appear on my hairline.
I took in a sharp breath.
“So, what does being ‘the chosen one’ have to do with anything?”
A tear fell down my mother’s cheek before she looked me in the eye and frowned deeply.
“It means fate worked its way into your life. You’re supposed to break the curse, Kylie. They’re going to try to kill you, because once you’re killed, they’ll get they’re revenge. You see, he cursed his own family to make sure they fought for revenge until they killed the Electum.”
I tried soaking in her words, but the only one that kept repeating in my head was “kill”.  I was going to die? I quickly thought of my family and friends, my boyfriend, my teachers, all the places I ever visited, the places I’ve always wanted to visit, my future, the family I wanted to start, my wedding…it all seemed so distant and surreal now. I have real things to worry about now. I can’t just worry about my looks any more, I can’t worry about what my boyfriend does at parties alone, I can’t worry about what my grades are right now, I can’t worry about how messy my room is.
I have to worry about myself, because “they” are going to kill me.
I shook my head repeatedly and muttered the word “no” over and over again, hoping that this was all a dream.
Maybe being a witch wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
“Who?” I managed to choke.
“The Investigators. They’re the descendents of Patrick Coughlan, the ones who know it all. They know you’re the chosen one, and they want to kill you. But don’t worry, that’s the whole reason why Dr. Mage was at our door today. He’s going to bring you to Mage’s School of Witchcraft in Salem, Massachusetts. Of course, the school has been kept a secret for years since accusations about witches were made in Salem around the time it was founded. Mage’s ancestor was a good friend of Kassandra’s, so he’s going to try to help you. You must listen to everything he tells you to do. He’s going to make sure you know how to use your powers so you can defend yourself when they come for you.”
“You looked so unhappy when you saw him.”
“That’s because I knew they had come for you. I tried to hide you from them, Kylie, I really did. So, when he appeared at our door, I knew there was no way out of this curse. I tried Kylie-“ she said before bursting into tears along with me.
“W-When am I g-going to d-die?” I stuttered, choking on my tears, “When are Patrick’s d-descendents coming f-for m-me?”
“I don’t know, but I do know they planned on killing you the first year you gained your powers” she barely whispered.
“So, h-how do you know they’re not in this v-very apartment building r-right now?!” I demanded, my voice struggling to remain clam.
“I…I don’t.”
“H-How come you k-kept this from me u-until now?”
“I j-just wanted to keep you s-safe,” she said, looking up at me from underneath her teary, dreadful eyes.
 

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Once Upon A Spell
 
- Three -

Kylie’s Point of View

“Mom, what aren’t you telling us?” I whispered, placing my hand on hers as we sat down on the edge of her bed.
She took in a sharp, shaky breath before looking at me with pained eyes.
“Before I tell you anything, I just want you to know how much I love you and how hard I tried to protect you from them, Kylie. I didn’t want this for you. I tried to hide from them; I wanted to keep you safe. But obviously, my plan didn’t succeed. I’m so sorry Kylie.”
“What is it, mommy? Please, just tell me and get it over with,” I begged, tearing up, terrified at what was to come.
She sighed and closed her eyes with a concentrated look on her face. “It started way back during medieval times, when your ancestors lived in Ireland, one of whom was Rose Kassandra. She was cursed, just like all the others.”
“I don’t understand-”
“You come from a long line of witches, Kylie.”
My heart stopped in my chest. My mother couldn’t be serious, could she? It clearly was not the time to be playing silly games like this.
“Mom, be serious.”
“You’re a witch, honey. Families, whose ancestors started out as male witches, or warlocks, pass the gene down to their sons. Families whose ancestors started as witches pass the gene down to their daughters. You’re a witch, Kylie.  You have magic in your blood.”
My eyebrows pulled together and my mouth hung open a bit. I looked at my mom, waiting for her to say “just kidding” or “it’s all just a joke”. But, even if she did say that, it wouldn’t make sense because that still wouldn’t explain the strange man at our door or the anxious look on her face.
“A-Are you serious?” I stuttered.
She nodded and gave me a careful stare. “Watch,” she whispered before closing her eyes and clenching her jaw.
Suddenly, I heard Noah call my name. My mother hadn’t moved. Her eyes were still shut.
“Kylie!” he called again and again, “Kylie! Kylie!”
“Mom, could you hold on for just one sec?” I asked.
She nodded but remained on my bed with that concentrated look on her face.
I ran out to the kitchen to see Noah, Drew, Evan, and my dad sitting at the table, looking eager to hear mom’s secret.
“Noah, you called?” I asked with my eyebrows arched.
“What? No I didn’t…” he responded, looking confused.
“Yes you did…oh!” I exclaimed when in hit me. I smiled to myself and ran back into the bedroom, feeling their puzzled eyes on my back as I ran away.
My eyes widened.
“Mom! That’s so cool!”
She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “You figured out it was I who called you?”
“Well, I kind of figured. How did you do that?” I smirked when I sat back down next to her on the bed.
She sighed and looked serious again. “Magic. I know that was exciting, but there’s really nothing exciting about witchcraft. It tires you out, it’s dangerous, and you have to know how to control it or else you can seriously hurt yourself and others.”
“I understand.”
“But, honey, there’s one more thing I need to tell you, and I just want to give you my apologize in advance. I tried to keep you safe. I really did. Just, please, don’t hate me after I tell you what’s going to happen.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, preparing myself for what she was about to say.

 

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Once Upon A Spell
 
- Two -

Noah’s Point of View
The hot cocoa started to spill out of the teapot, threatening to scold my mother’s thin, tired legs. But, before the piping hot beverage could even touch her skin, the pot stopped moving. The spilling liquid seemed to cease its falling action, like it was being levitated somehow. It was frozen in midair, unable to touch her legs.
It’s impossible for liquid to just stop moving in midair. It’s impossible for anything to defy gravity like that. Was I hallucinating?
Everyone in the room was as frozen in shock as I was, staring at the pot, airborne. I thought I was going crazy, until the pot immediately flew back up to the stove, not a drop of hot cocoa spilled on the floor, then I knew I was really going crazy. It all happened with the swift movements of the old man’s outstretched arm, guiding the motion of the pot, which was now back in its original place…like magic.
“H-how did you-“ I stuttered, staring at the stranger in our doorway, my eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
“Please, Dr. Mage,” my mother said firmly with a pleading look on her face.
“What’s going on here?” my father shouted angrily at the mysterious man, his face reddening, like it always does when he’s either angry or embarrassed. I assumed, in this case, he was quite angry. My mother was clearly keeping something from all of us, especially Kylie and my father, who looked completely panic-stricken.
“It looks like you have some explaining to do, Mrs. Hemlock,” said the man with a playful smirk on his face.
“Alison, who is this man?” my father yelled, pointing in our direction.
“He’s…he’s just an old friend-”
“Alison! Tell me the truth, damn it! What’s going on here?”
“Luckily for you, I’m staying in town tonight. I’ll come back tomorrow, Alison. Make sure Kylie is prepared. Just keep in mind she’ll be a day behind the other students,” informed this so-called Dr. Mage.
“Students?” Kylie said quietly,  “Mom! W-what is he talking about?”
“See you tomorrow,” Dr. Mage smirked before exiting our apartment, ignoring each and every one of our confused comments. We all stared at my mother, angry and confused.
“Please, let me speak to Kylie first. Then I’ll explain everything to the rest of you. Kylie, follow me into my bedroom,” my mother said calmly, but her eyes where stricken with fear and uncertainty, making my urge to find out what was going on even greater. My mother was never afraid of anything, until now, it seemed.
“No, God damn it Alison, what is going on? Explain the levitating pot,” my dad ordered.
“Daddy, just give us a minute. Please?” Kylie said smoothly.
My father’s glare softened and his jaw went back in place. He sighed and ran a shaking hand through his messy, bed-head hair.
“Hurry. I need to know what is going on. Now.”


 

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Once Upon A Spell
 
- One -

Noah's Point of View:
I was watching the snow hit the balcony of our apartment when I felt my mother wrap her arms around my shoulders and kiss the top of my head. She was warm and smelled like, well, herself. She wears a perfume that my dad bought her a few years ago for their anniversary, and now that smell comes to my mind when I think of her.

“Does my princess want some hot cocoa?” she asked, smirking. She always calls me princess, as some sort of joke because I was supposed to be a girl, based on what my mom’s doctor told her before I was born, but she was blessed with me, her oldest son. Now she calls me her princess.
“Sure, thanks ma,” I said while rolling up my sleeves and standing up straight, walking away from the window.
I had planned on being out of our apartment sooner, but for now I’m just working on paying off the loans I had to take out for college. I work at a bakery a few blocks down the street. I love my job. My boss, coworkers, and customers always seem to be a good mood there. Plus, it’s where I met my girlfriend, Janie. We’ve been together for about two years now, and I plan on marrying her one day if everything works out after she graduates. Besides, I need the money, and based on how things look for the economy five years from now, nobody’s going to make it.
I walked into our tiny kitchen where I found Drew and Evan fighting about the last Yankees game shown on television, Joey looking over my dad’s shoulder while he read The New York Times, my mom pouring cups of cocoa, and Kylie sitting with her head in her hands, looking up at the ceiling.  I walked over to my sister and slung my arm around her bony shoulders.

“Whatcha doing?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she sighed, braking out of her daze.
“What where you thinking about?”
“I don’t know…”
“You know you can tell me anything, Kyl.”
“I know…I’ll just tell you later,” she said, avoiding my stare.
“Okay,” I shrugged, moving towards my mother.
“Need some help?” I asked, taking a few cups of hot chocolate from her hands.
“Oh sure,” she said in a calm tone and then turning back to the stove.
I handed one to my dad, Evan, and Drew, but when I walked back to my mother to get a few more cups of cocoa, there was a knock at the door.
My family and I exchanged a few glances before turning back to the door.
“I’ll get it,” I offered, walking towards the door and turning the handle.
Standing in the doorframe was an elderly looking man with a long, white beard and tired, saggy skin falling around his face, which showed an unreadable expression.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hemlock,” he said sternly, “I’ve come for Kylie.”
I didn’t understand what he meant. In one quick movement, my mother gasped and the pot of hot cocoa escaped her shaking hands, falling towards the ground, threatening to scar her dainty, withered legs.


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Once Upon A Spell

- Prologue-

The most frustrating thing about being a human is not getting any answers. I have too many questions that I know nobody can answer. What if life is just an illusion? What if I’m dead and this is just a recap of my life on earth? Are mythical creatures real? Is love real? I guess it’s a part of our nature to try and figure things out by ourselves, which is why we feel the need to learn new things everyday.  Sometimes I feel like I’m wasting time here, alive. Time for myself, my family, my friends…and that feeling is all because I don’t have the answers I want, but I’m not giving up. I know there’s something out there for me, and that’s what I’m after.

 
Noah’s Point if View:
It was snowing outside, but when you live in the city, it doesn’t exactly stick to the ground when cars are constantly running through it all. The only place in sticks is on our balcony, because nothing hits it too hard all the way up by our window on the twenty-fourth floor of our apartment building in Harlem. It’s got three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a mudroom, and two bathrooms. It would be a great three or four-person apartment. Too bad there’s seven of us, including my parents.
I’ve got one sister and three brothers. My sister Kylie is the youngest; she’s sixteen. My name’s Noah; I’m twenty-one and the oldest of all my other siblings.  Evan and Drew are twins. They’re both eighteen. Joey’s twenty. My brothers all share a room together while I share one with Kylie. My mom thought it’d be best for us to be together since we’ve always been the most mature.
As you can imagine, my parents are pretty old and tired. Raising five kids isn’t exactly easy, not that I would know, but I’ve kept a close eye on my mother all these years, and she’s done one hell of a job trying to bring us up as bright, young adults. She’s got curly, grey hair, soft, wrinkly skin, and a contagious smile, one that I could never blame my father for falling in love with.
My father is slowly balding, his muscles are stiffening, and his voice is loosing its fire. If you look at his old pictures, you’ll notice the scary resemblance between him and Kylie. Although Kylie has my mother’s delicate, small body, she has my father’s eyes and nose, still delicate, but extremely similar. My dad adores Kylie. She’s his only girl, after all, and his youngest. He loves her to death and would do anything to make her happy. In a way, Kylie’s a bit spoiled, but like I said before, she’s very mature. My dad has reached his boiling point with my brothers and me, though. We can never do anything right in his eyes. We’ve never been perfect enough for him, whether it be our grades, integrity, leadership, or whatever else would make him proud. It’s like we always seem to be lacking something, which disappoints him.

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