DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Chapter Seven: REMEMBERING A CASTER
“In the October 1st, 1760, I your mum Evangeline Avageline Lazaron was born. Your grandfather Kadamba Morelle Lazaron and your late grandmum Celine Arila Vambroom met when the two families were battling it out for ancient artifacts that were found on the borderline of the two lands. The artifacts in question were powerful devices forged by ancient casters meant to contain mass amounts of magic. The opposing family the Vambrooms were popular casters believing fame and glory were the best way to win the hearts of the Council of Casters. A high authority figures that gave rules and laws to all casters and warlocks including magical totems created by them. They were powerful casters and warlocks that were the children to the High Council. Believing that our ancestry needed a way to modify its image. My grandparents commissioned a way to have my father marry the Vambrooms’ daughter. So that our family could gain access to the lineage and their image. A plan that has failed countless times over the next one hundred years. Unbeknownst, to my grandparents was that after their first attempt at marrying the two covens together. My father and my mum would meet each other in secrecy throughout the nights. They grew fonder of each other and over time the connection the two had was so powerful that their magic could read one another. Years has passed and my parents continued their secrecy far into their young adulthood. Their parents remained in the darkness with my grandparents moving their estate from the magical community to Central London by late 1699. They reunited our lost coven with our family that has already been living in London. Inheriting our current home from Jamie Lazaron a white caster and an unnamed warlock from an Irish coven. When Jamie died during a demonic attack on the home. Jamie left the home to the next of kin. Meaning anyone capable of living in the home without being discharged by magic. My grandparents would live here for years before my mum would come looking for my father. Her parents were aware of her disappearance, thus creating a stir throughout the magical community. Going into hiding, my mum left to the human world in hopes to find my father again. While traveling to London, my mum would come across my father while he was out with friends along the Thames River. The two picked up where they left off with their love. This time, my father wanted their love to be out in the open. Believing that she has ran away into the mortal world. The Vombrooms came looking for my mother. The first place they would check would be at my grandfather’s house. This home that we are in today. Furious that the Vombrooms accused them of taking their daughter. My grandparents launched a reckless war against the Vombrooms. Between magic bolts to flame throwing. This war would last for nearly two hundred and thirty one years. It ended when the Caster’s Council would intervened. The Caster’s Council had the two fight for their love. Through several tests the two would conquer each challenge without breaking a sweat. On the final test however, the challenge was to choose between family and the love of your life. After spending the night together. My parents came to the conclusion that one should never turn their back on family. Even when the most powerful love is at risk. The following morning, my mother and father approached the Caster’s Council with their decision. They offered to give up their love for the sake of their families. Believing that true love will always find its way back to each other. The Caster’s Council adjourned that the two can remain together and that the two convents could not break them apart. My father married my mother a week later. Over the course of adult years. My parents enacted on their hearts to make important decisions. Something that both had previously rejected being raised in predominately cold war minded families. My mother’s family had reasons to enrich their social connects while my father’s was to give the family name a new image. The two promised that such a thing would not happen in their conjoined family line. However, it would not come easy for them.
In the coming years my parents would go through many trials set in place by them for various reasons. Since the very first covenant, casters have had little interactions with outside covenants. With the birth of my first sister Madia Lazaron. My parent’s overprotected nature has grown considerably. She exhibited very strong powers. The power to create illusions out of thin air and then overtime she managed to manipulate them. My brother Dominick Lazaron was not gifted with such incredible power. Because of his weakened state, my brother was cursed with power over the heart. A rare ability that has since only been the possession of the cupids. My brother’s heart was weak because of a deformity at birth. The only thing keeping him alive was consisting love from us which fueled his own heart. Today he alive and well. I, the youngest of the children. Have always been somewhat of a wild child at first. Constantly getting into trouble whenever I saw fit. I could barely speak when I cast my first spell. My parents although very furious at me more often than none. Considered me a prodigy when using magic. What I lack in discipline I mastered in the arts of sorcery. I exhibited the powers to first slow down time and then later to slow it down to appear as if objects would freeze in their places almost entirely. It was a gift that has been absent for nearly three hundred years. When the entire family would gather. Peace was never an option. Both families argued. Magic flew dangerously across the air and of course darkness loomed over our family because of ill-fated intentions by both sides. But neither my mum nor father would allow either to influence my siblings and I. Growing up everything from witch trials to killing of demons on Earth. Has concluded that many magical beings to go in hiding. Which cause quite the stir within most covenants. Such a stir that many covenants went into hiding while my family used a different approach. My parents took drastic and strategic measures to keep our family safe and our abilities hidden. First they enrolled us into the social environments of our day. Because of our longevity, we had to constantly change schools until the day when we would no longer need to attend school at all. With the world changing around us. My parents bound our powers to only be revived when we were at the age where we could control them. My siblings received their powers after their twentieth birthdays while I however received mine much earlier. My powers rebounded when I was the ripe age of only sixteen. The age when boys and other schoolgirl ideas came into my head. During the time when slavery was still high in use. My family although discouraged the idea of slavery. Needed to desperately fit into the social climate of the early 1800s. So we adopted a slave family and allowed them to live on our land. However, instead of putting them to work. They would be disguised as our workers in our yards. Although, the family lived with us as our very own relatives. I grew attached to the family’s eldest son named Demetri. He was tall, thin, and had this wild native hair. His looks caught the attention of many although his status as a slave was against him. His social outlook was that one day he would not be a slave and that he would be able to move to the new world. Growing closer to him I wanted the best for him. We hung out several times over the next few years. Becoming closer as best friends. One day we stood together against a rally for his family to be sent to another house because they were never seen working. Instead many begun to expect that we were not putting them to use. My father cast a spell onto the neighborhoods to see shadow selves of Demetri’s family to appear as if they were doing labor. A fact showing that my father would go to the extreme to protect his family. A sentiment that me and my family shared. Demetri’s family returned the favor by becoming our in house caretakers. Doing everything for drawing baths for us to cooking and cleaning. One night while sitting outside near our family’s lake behind our house. Your father Demetri and I were talking under the stars. That night we found out just how much we have grown to love each other. We kiss for the first time and our hearts were connecting. Over the next few months at any time your father would be sad so would I. if he was in pain then so would I be. Later in life would I find out that for magical beings. Falling in love with your true love causes the individual or individuals would be able to sense and feel each other’s emotional states. Time was approaching for the New Year to come to pass and it was when your father asked me to marry him. Something that was unheard of for a woman of my background to marry a mortal. Nevertheless, the fact that he was still considered a slave. If my father heard about this. Then our love would come to an end. So to prevent this. Your father and I left for a cottage in the middle of the night of his proposal. During this time in my life I was nearly a hundred years old. Considered to be a caster’s standard of a human thirty. My brunette hair stretched down to her waist, I always wore dresses, and dressed like a proper gale. I have always presented myself in a manner that many women hoped for their daughters to act like. I had an image to uphold even if it was for my family more than for me. My father Kadamba by this time has gain trust of the people. Both in the magical world and in the human one. He stood as a powerful political figure throughout the magical community and wealthy businessman on Earth collecting priceless treasures. Treasures that he accumulated over the course of his one thousand year lifespan. My mum has stood by his side since their own trials of love has passed. Something that I would hope that over time they would appreciate for me and Demetri. But soon I would learn something was at play with my family. But before I could get to that I must tell you what happened to your father and me. Word got out that I have ran away with the family’s slave and now everyone was looking for us. However, things was not in your father’s favor. As many believed that he abducted me. Something I knew I had to clear up with everyone and reveal the truth about us. But not before I could do what I needed to do to keep me and Demetri together for as long as I could. My mum told me that the caster cast an immortality spell. A spell she learned from a hooded figure. The figure told her that mortals would die quicker than casters. The caster cast the spell onto her lover and the demon told her of his true identity. At that point he revealed his plans on taking down her covenant and collecting items for his masters. The masters mentioned to be the hooded figures that helped the caster. The demon killed the caster and nearly her entire covenant. Although, the demon was later vanquished by neighboring covenant of casters. The covenant of casters known as the Slovenian Casters were cursed by neighboring covenants as a punishment for casting such a spell. The Slovenian Casters would then die at early ages before they could get to the perceive age of the young caster. Each caster for the oncoming future. Ghost would then guide future casters of numerous covenants from impending doom in hopes that the spell would be lifted. The spell was placed in our family’s book as a last minute safety measure. With a warning message.
With me I brought the family’s spell book. I turned to the immortality spell and that night revealed myself as a caster to your father. He figured it out nearly a year ago but mentioned that he concealed his thought for the family’s safety. I lowered the lights with magic. Lit up the fireplace and shielded the house with a dark fog. As I started to recite the words from the book in Latin. Spirits from various caster who lost their lives in the past because of the spell. Appeared before me. Only I could see them. They uttered words and looked franticly onto others as they spoke. Because of was not a psychic. I could not hear their pleas. But I could figure it out. They did not want me to cast this spell. But I could not resist doing so. I had to have your father forever. So we kissed each other at the end of the spell and just like that we both became immortal. A hooded figure man came from the back of the spirits and mentioned to me that I was not the one he was looking for. He appeared angry and then he looked at your father. With disgust in his eyes he disappeared along with the spirits. My spell lifted and my father came through the house like a roaring thunder. My mum was told to stay behind at home while my father brought his men. Furious, he used his abilities to magically trap me on the floor. While Demetri was crushed from the inside out. My father has never killed anything other than demons in his day. However, he valued our family so much that he would do anything to protect us. Believing that Demetri betrayed him. He took Demetri with him and the two left with the swirling of men around them. When my father’s spell broke loose. I ran for as long as I could stand back to the house. My father held a family meeting in the backyard before inviting the entire neighborhood to visit the most horrible thing I could ever see my father do. He planned for the hanging of Demetri. As the town’s people gathered. It was almost like all of London was in our backyard. He erected a giant pillar over a well. To prove his point to me that he was serious about our family’s image. Also to show how serious he was for betrayal to Demetri and others that gathered that night. My father had Demetri lifted up on the pillar. But I felt frozen in my tracks as I walked to the backyard. I was moving slower until I could not move at all. I could not use magic and my mum walked up next to me and whispered how my father placed a magic sealant around the yard. My brother and sister waited next to my father and had their heads down. The people each smiled with few crying over what was about to happen. As my father condemned Demetri to death, his family watched from the house screaming and crying for my father to stop. Not understanding what was happening. They attempted to come outside but they were bound to the home. My father commanded for Demetri to be hung and with flickering torches and falling tears. Demetri was presumed dead. As the hour closed to an end, the crowd left and my father walked up to me.
“I know what you have done Evangeline. So you know that your boyfriend is not dead. If I see you two together again then you shall know my wrath.” My father said to me.
The spell wore off of me and Demetri’s family. We ran toward Demetri to free him from the pillar. He fell into our arms and woke up instantly. To hide his apparent death from the people of the town. Demetri and his family left with only a notice that they were sold off after Demetri’s death. My father gave me a long talking the following day as he explain the dangers of the spell I casted. But I could not hear any of his words as I figured his damage was done. Instead I thought of only Demetri and where he and his family could have gone. Afraid for their lives. I casted a spell that following afternoon to find their location. My mum assisted alongside my siblings. We found that they have made their way down to Brighton. Hiding out from being placed into another home. It was the last I saw of either of them. But not of your father. In the next one hundred years. It was now 1906 with me and your father attending the same school. With slavery now abolished, my siblings both moved to both Manchester and North London respectively. My mum and father remained in the mansion as I went out to college. For women and blacks, schools were not that welcoming during this time. But it was still accepted. Styles has changed and mentalities were growing. But I and your father patiently waited for the day to come when we could be accepted by all. We met again at school and instantly gathered our emotions and picked up where we left off again. Afraid of what happened before. We kept our love a secret from many with no one knowing that we even saw each other. Let alone had anyone to call our own. Such a beautiful romance story but it was always ill-fated. Throughout our time at college, your father wanted to protect himself and me. So he studied relentlessly about ancient places and even more ancient artifacts. I assisted with magic and off he would go days at a time. He would find various objects at a time. Some objects were nothing but duplicates of real objects and few were artifacts with magical properties. Instead of figuring out how they worked. He would instead store them inside of his family’s cabin that he has been living in for the last one hundred years. One night while dancing at his cabin. We made love for the first time and that night we confessed our love for one another after nearly one hundred years of being away from each other. I slept throughout the night. With the weekend among us, your father left again. During study hall was when I found out just how your father was getting to the places where he gathered the artifacts. He has partnered with various mysterious figures. It was not immediately clear that the figures would be working for our ancestors. Figures that appeared almost not human. Their skin was scaly and burned with markings on it. But appeared to your father as simple humans. As I tried to convince your father that these people were bad. He ignored it. Because of protection from our ancestors, these creatures were protected against all forms of magic. I could not exactly tell my father what was going on because he would not approve for us to be around each other. So I turned to my mum. She told me to stay close to Demetri as the creatures could want him to get closer to us. So I did, I went silent in the protest for him to stop. But to learn more about the creature’s objectives. I tried in the coming years to intervine as much as possible. Until the creatures fought back. They cast some sort of a spell on me. To make me see them as normal humans. Around the 1940s while making a life for ourselves. Demetri and I officially married and the two of took up your father’s passion to travel the world. So we did. We went to fabulous places throughout the world from Cairo to Paris. From Tokyo to Madrid. We had the time of our lives. I have to admit it was the time when we were the most happiest. But for you father at times it was still a job. Never forgetting his mission to find enough powerful artifacts to protect us. Never to want to be at the beckoning call of a magical being again after what my father did to him. At times I would think that he would strike vengeance against my parents. At my father for committing the act and to my mum for allowing it. He wanted as well to make up for the time he spent away from me. But those days were behind me when finding the artifacts finally started to show its real purpose. Your grandfather finally found us. He used a tracking spell and tracked us all the way down to the Himalayas. He was furious to see us together. Thinking back to the day when he thought the worse of us two. My father exploded and nearly took apart most of the mountain range with him. Known for his temper and controlling nature. My father took his temper to the next level. I knew the only person that could stand up against him was my mum. So I called on her. With raining fire, my mum came to our rescue. She pursue to stop my father. But my father was even more furious that I dragged her into the middle of this. So he split himself into several identical forms. Attacking Demetri in the process, a fight has insured. Although, my father was a very ill-tempered man. He would never go the extremity of killing Demetri. If he wanted that, Demetri would have died that day of his suppose hanging. My mum tried her best to stop my father. But when things started to look grim. Demetri took out an artifact and raised it to the sky. It repelled all magic and all magical beings were frozen in their footsteps. He took me and the two of us disappeared. When my father became one again. He took my mum out to look for us. Years has passed and in the middle of all our hiding. My father would send out an open letter stating that the longer I stay with him. The longer I would be denied as part of our family. My mum tried for many years to get my father to make amend. But he would not. The following year, now the early 1950s, my mum was attacked while shopping in a well-known district in London. The attack was staged and the demons disguised as gang members were looking for the artifacts that Demetri disappeared with. Believing that my mum knew of our location. They killed her in cold blood. My mum’s death caused my father to grow darker and more distant. He moved back to the magical community and shut off all contact with himself and the mortal world. He closed down our businesses in the mortal world and destroyed any sign that he ever existed on Earth. While my heart was broken and I wanted to be with him in his time of need. It wasn’t going to happen because as long as I had love for Demetri my father would not allow me to enter his home. With our mansion now up for grabs. I moved back in with Demetri and the two of us kept the house from being bought out by a new covenant. The house had a powerful stronghold on the magic that flowed throughout the word. It connected with many focal points of magic throughout existence and it had to remain in our family for safe keeping. The artifacts that Demetri collected were being hunted and we knew that the house would be the only way of protecting them from getting into the wrong hands. Keeping us safe was always his priority, thus Demetri gave up his look for artifacts at least until the demons hunting for him left him alone. For the next seven years we destroyed evidence of Demetri’s existence. He took up small jobs around the neighborhood and wore a demonic detector he collected from Syria on his travels. It lit up every time evil was around. Until segregation was final, he also wore a necklace which could allow him to appear as anyone at any time. An object that disappeared shortly after his death. Taking up jobs around the neighborhood include taking up jobs in weird places including a house at the end of the street. The house resembled a large castle with some medieval edges. It was believed that some children stayed in the house and wore mask. Whenever someone would ask them to identify themselves, two older figures would approach and the person asking to identify themselves would forget their thought. Something strange was brewing for sure throughout London. But it wasn’t something we could identify ourselves with. But just like you my darling Kyra. Your father had a strong curiosity for everything unexplainable. He investigated the house further. To find that the children was nowhere to be found and that the house was vacant. Seeing shadows appear at the upper level of the house. It was becoming clear that the house was not a normal house. But it was something that he would let go overtime. By the late 1950s, I gave birth to you Kyra. You brought a joy into a house that has seen to many bad things for so long. And brought your father’s attention back to his family. I and your father married the following month. Discreet and quick. We just knew we wanted to be together. Without a doubt in our minds. We did not want you to grow up without a proper family. Is what your father always requested. We lived an amazing life, you showed that you had magical powers early on. You could move things with your mind and you was blessed with the full craft of magic at your disposal. Because of the many dangerous things in our lives. Me and your father wanted to keep that world away from you as much as possible. Nevertheless, your curiosity got the best of us. Your powers grew in the coming months to years. By the age of six, your magic was strong. Whenever you got sick or cut yourself, because of your blood magic. Would cause dangerous magic to spark. Demons wanted to take you for their own progeny. Something that neither your father nor I would let happen. That year many things happened. As we fought demons at all times of the day and night. The birth of your sister Diana brought in another trouble because like you. Her magic too was very strong and unstoppable. More playful with her magic. It gave your father and I a chance to properly teach you girls how to use your magic. By the age of seven and for you Diana the age of twelve months. Your brother Kyle was born. Named after your father’s middle name and his father’s name. Kyle was thought to be mortal. Not exhibiting any magical powers. It was a moment where we felt as if we could rest for a bit. Learning to control your abilities Kyra. You took quickly to being a big sister and often played with your siblings with using various tricks you taught yourself. Something that help calm them whenever angry or crying. It allowed your father and I to concentrate on protecting you kids and the house. Also fighting constant terrors that threaten the magical line we brought into this world. It was now the early 1960s and we were not able to keep things a secret much longer. Your father wanted to move us to a more secluded location so that you three could properly live normal lives. Away from magic and away from all of the terrors in the world that was coming after you and your magic. To keep magic even more secluded. Your father furnished the basement and I added a protective sealant around it. We placed all of his magical items into that room. I swear at the time it was nearly hundreds of items he collected to ensure our protection. I hid the Book of Magic into the basement with it and locked away our family secrets and magic along with it. Even that however would not be enough for the coming day. Three demons attacked our home looking for the artifacts. Your father took one relic and used against them. But by the time I could finish locking you three away in the basement for protection. I would arrive back to see your father laying on the floor bleeding out. Trying to call the paramedics and using magic at the same time. I called for help but it was no good. While in my hands, your father died that very hour. I saw his soul for only a quick second and he disappeared. I was so furious that I cast the demons far away from the home. The next week I buried your father and concealed all signs of supernatural death. Feeling my pain, my father tried to reach out to me but I just delayed our meetings. Distancing myself from everyone including you three and for that I am deeply sorry. I would meet a pastor at our church. Having given myself to the church with no way to turn. I passed my hatred out of my heart and remarried nearly five years later. Now in your teens, you three are here and after everything we would have been through previously. We will always remained together. “
My mum told this story so passionately. After hearing it all, her past, her love, my father, my grandparents. I finally understand it all. But there were some things that still bothered me. The things that tend to repeat itself. I brought it up to my mum and she figured it out in that very conversation. The hooded figures for starters were always seen throughout our dreams, visions, and in person when things were about to happen. Mistaken as just plain creatures of darkness, my mum would come to the conclusion that they are servants of our ancestors. Having seeing them during the times when my father was looking for the artifacts. They controlled him and influenced my grandfather Kadamba to fight my father while in the Himalayas. They were seen while I was in dream world and appeared in Norgard. They came to us and fought us before we left for the magical community and also when I was at the party two years ago while still a sophomore. The make things even more startling, I notice that these hooded figures resemble the Bringers of Norgard. So to figure it all out. We had to find out who they were and how to stop them. Being that they had caused many of the darkness and deaths in our lives. We wanted to end this for good. So my mum, siblings, and I called a house meeting with my cousins who were out for the night. We gathered information in the house’s library and looked countlessly throughout the Book of Sanctuary. Kachine came across an entry that sparked interest.
“Hepti Apocalypse is the name used to describe the Elitsyians version of the Apocalypse. Hepti meant “end” and so be the end of time when these creatures are seen. They represent Famine, War, Pestilence, and Death and are seen as the black horsemen riding through the underworld spreading their devilish magic. Famine brought drought, war brought destruction, pestilence brought pain and suffering, and death brought the obvious “death”. They were sealed away in Heaven long ago and are said to be released alongside Belckus at the end of Time.” He read.
“But it says here that they are four horseman. We have seen more than four.” I said.
“Actually we have only seen four. We happened to have seen many demons around them dressed equally the same. But the four are the strongest.” Responded my mum.
“So we are up against the four horseman of the Apocalypse and the Bringers of Norgard?” Says Kachina.
“The Bringers of Norgard are the children to our ancestors, the Balkurians. The first casters and first users of black magic. The Bringers of Norgard are the creators of the Apocalypse and would bring darkness onto the world. While the Hepti Apocalypse are the soldiers serving under the Bringers in their attempt to awaken the Balkurians.” Says my mum.
“Aunt Evangeline how is it possible that our ancestors have such a powerful influence on so many beings even to this day?” asks Kadeem.
“Our ancestors were powerful beings who were worshipped as deities. Their magic influenced many magical figures throughout history. Possibly every act of evil, violence, and black magic was in a way done to honor them. Hence the urgency behind locking them away and for our bloodline to keep them locked away.” Says my mum.
So at this moment we had no other choice but to prepare for another battle. This time the Apocalypse. I left to go see Karos that night. With my mum’s story I had to see if we had the powerful love that my mum had with my father. I stood at his gates when like magic. I said his name under my breath and it was like he was able to hear me. He came to the window. I saw him appear there smiling down at me. But in a flash he was at his front door. He walked up the gate and asked me in such a deep stern voice.
“What are you doing here Kyra?”.
“I am here to see you Karos. I cannot stop thinking of you. I have to know where we are heading.” I said.
Passion was feeling my heart and I could tell his was too. He grabbed me and we embraced. He kissed me and looked back to his home. He closed the gates behind him and we ran into the night. We ended up behind my home at the family’s cabin near the lake. That night we talked under the stars and danced to music. Concealing my magic I lit the fireplace. Rain started to hit the ground outside gently and as the fire brew with a crackling roar. Karos and I made love for the first time that night. We caressed each other’s body. We kissed under the pounding of our hearts and the rain. Karos slowly took my clothes off with such gentle passionate touches. As my hands glide down his smooth muscled chest. His hand cupped my breast and our bodies were melting under the heat. But as passionate as it started. Our passion turned into a burning rage. It felt like a force of intense love came over us. We went into the showers still partially dressed. He pulled off his clothing and I followed. We looked at each other through the mirror but without making eye contact at each other directly. I stepped in the shower first and he followed me. He slammed me up against the wall while the water ran hot down our smooth skin. At this moment he caressed me and he fulfilled my pleasure. His tongue was the sensual radiance to the various spots on my body. I was in shivers at the feel of it. Wet and towering down my curves. My head tilt backwards as I grabbed his head down and he continue to taste the spot that matter most. I knew it was wrong but I was condemned to continue. My body acted without a conscience and at this point all my fears of losing my love was over. In the midst of the passion, he arose and we began intercourse. My heart was pounding and so was his. Our bodies compelled each other with constant moving motions. Much to my dismay I could almost feel as if I would explode over the feeling I was receiving. Unknown to us what was happening throughout the cabin would shock us later. Lights flickered, thunder sounded in the skies, the fire turned blue, and things were levitating. When we reached our climax a small earthquake hit the cabin. The lake nearby bubbled and turned red for an instance. We found ourselves the next morning waking up next to each other smiling.
Over the summer time went by faster than anticipated. Sneaking out the house to spend time with Karos. Our love was growing ever stronger. This was the best feeling I have ever experienced. He was kind and had a gentle touch that any girl would find irresistible. The summer dance was approaching at Leicester Square and the two of us was terrified of going together because of the possible rejection of our families. But to say the least we did not mind their objection. Back at Karos’ home, he mentioned to his family that he was going to the dance with me. Much to his siblings’ disgust.
“You know what she is and you know what our motives are.” Says Koran.
Koran pointed to the door which led to the basement and Karos with his head directed down to the floor left for downstairs. In the foreground moments later sounds of screaming and torture could be heard. A frightful sound. As his siblings sat around the gathering room laughing and reading various books. A new girl name Kadie looked onward out of the window.
The coming night I was walking home from sparing sessions with Kachine in the park. I bumped into Kadie who appeared sad and distracted. She apologized and introduced herself as yet another sister to Karos. The two looked identical all the way down to their matching tattoos on her left wrist. She had long flowing hair which could have been a mixture between blue and platinum. Her eyes twinkled with the lights on the poles decorating the streets. She dressed like a girl from the early 1900s and spoke so elegantly and soft. She mentioned that she knew who I was and admired my relationship with Karos. She could feel our love with each other and knows that Karos is truly happy with me. Something I needed to hear because of his absence from the last two days. With the dance coming this Saturday I was beginning to worry about him.
“Is he okay?” I asked her.
“Yes he is okay, don’t you worry he will be at that dance this Saturday.” She responds with a slanted smile.
As she stared down the road. I noticed several figures in the darkness throughout the street. They disappeared and she turned to me. In a soft voice she edged for me to go home and to never be out on the streets alone. As she passed me I turned around to say goodbye and she was gone. Before I knew it I was standing in front of her and Karos’ home. It was darker than before like no one lived there. The streets lights around this place was always flickering and dogs were barking. Whenever someone walked nearby they received chills. I did not understand how anyone could live here. But then again people could say the same for my home at times. I walked toward my home to find Kachine magically transported to the front lawn.
“One day you have to teach me that teleportation spell.” I said smiling.
He sigh and said “okay”. The two of us laughed and walked inside.
It was the night of the dance and such a beautiful spectacular place it was. Leicester Square was always known for its renowned festivities. From the shops to the magical vibe it had especially during the holidays. Tonight was no different. Something that does not happen often. This place was decorated with high lights, loud music, and hundreds of people. Rather they were from London or visiting. It was someone of every crowd. Everyone was dressed to impressed and my family joined in the festivities with some of the plush outfits I have ever seen. The seventies were proven to be one of the best times to be in. My mum was dressed head to toe in a long white flowing gown with large diamonds around her neck. My sister was dressed with a knee length purple dress and pearls to fit. My brother with his matching suits to the rest of the guys of the family. All looked like grooms to a wedding. Then there was me and Kachina. Two of the most beautiful women in the square that night. Laced in diamonds and pearls with a lowered neckline. My dressed was a curvy piece my mum picked up for me for my birthday. My shoes sparkled in the night with the lights dancing as I moved. Kachina had a skin tight dressed with revealing cleavage. Simple style but her long flowy hair is what caught the attention of the guys that night. Her eyes sparkled in the night with her rings along her hand shinning brighter than the many diamonds and pearls that was being worn that night. Such a beautiful night. It felt really good to be doing something other than fighting. Just as I thought the night could not get any better. Across the way, I saw Karos who with his family appeared just as grand as a king. He smiled which made everything else around me disappear into the night. It was like we were gliding toward each other and were the only ones dancing that night. We danced in silence as the music faded with every step. We kissed each other and the winds touched us and blew everything else away. All eyes were on us as we embraced. Our families were mad at us and snarled at each other. The tension between the two families were hardly unnoticeable. But nonetheless it was not going to ruin this night. As our two families stared at each other across the Centre. We embraced and danced throughout the next hour as if it was our last.
The two families walked closer to each other and walked down beyond the crowd toward Catherine Street.
“We know what you are but we don’t know who you are.” Says Kachina.
“Just as you may expect we know who and what you are.” Says Kymberly.
“Who is Karos or shall I say what is he?” says Kristos.
“You will find out in due time. All you need to know is that we will keep close eyes on you all.” Says Koran.
“Bet that we will do the same.” Says Kachine.
“Oh and you mother Evangeline, Xshaun sends his regards.” Laughs Koran.
My mum looks away with disgust. A trembling face was placed on hers. It appeared that Xshaun had something to do with my mum, something that I would not find out about until later. Something that would tear my world apart.
The night consists of the usual dancing but the way it ended was something I have been waiting for. It ended with Karos asking for me to go dating. Something that I have been dying to make official for some time now. Much to our family’s hatred of the idea. We did not care. So I agreed to the idea and we have become official. That night I was laying in my bed and for some reason I could tell he was doing the same. Both looking up at the stars. I started a journal to detail all the things that has happened in my life. Good and bad things included. I wanted future generations to know the strength of not just myself but my entire family. The triumphs and the lost we suffered. I also added various dark forces we encountered. Back at Karos house, Karos felt a burning in his mouth. He went downstairs to get a glass of water. To find his siblings lounging around the kitchen. Surprise to see them there. A dark shadow appeared to him. Becoming corporal the figure took his appearance and let him know that he was the original Karos that existed before even humans. A form that once was called one of the most powerful casters that has ever lived. He stated that he is about to commit the same dangerous love that he did once ago. The same love that killed him. To prevent this from happening again. The shadow Karos warned Karos that he must distant he from Kyra or their love will kill them both. Something that his siblings cannot have so close to their plan being a reality.
“I will not hurt her. I cannot hurt her. We are connected.” Says Karos.
“You won’t have to hurt her, we want her safe and alive. That is what they want.” Says Koran.
As Koran plead to Karos to follow their ancestors’ advice. Karos ran back upstairs. As Koran was going to follow him. The shadow Karos stopped him and mentioned that their plan now is to keep the two apart from each other and to prevent the Lazarons from gaining knowledge of what is about to happen. Something that we were growing closer to discover. So the plan was in motion for the mysterious family to prevent us from discovering who they were and what their plans were. The next day we had unwelcomed and surprised guest at our door. Kachine answers the door with a surprised look on his face.
“We have an opposition for you.” Says Koran
Kachine looks at him and invites him inside with the rest of his siblings. As the group sit down in the waiting room. My mum devises a plan with Kristos and Kachina to try and figure out who the siblings were. Believing that magical energy was being released from them. It was a clear sign that something was not normal about them and my family was going to figure out their secret.
“So let’s cut straight to the case. I know what you all are. I don’t care if you don’t like us. But we must say the feeling is mutual.” Says Koran.
“That I will agree with, you all feel evil.” Says Kadeem.
“Coming from the son of a slave. I am quite pleased.” Says Koraline.
“What did you call me?” yells Kadeem.
“Calm down, all of you.” Says my mum.
“Sorry Aunt Evangeline.” Says Kadeem.
“Hahaha, aunt! That is rich. Your uncle married her and you call her aunt. How weird.” Says Koraline.
“How do you know that?” asks my mum.
“We know all about your family. Matter a fact we are closer to you than you may expect.” Says Koran.
“How is that so?” inserts Kristos.
“Your family is legendary, your past, and your presumed future. Just like ours. That is, if you know who we really are.” Says Koran with a smile.
The tension was returning to the core group. It was something I was glad I was missing. Meanwhile I was away with Karos by the Thames River. We were watching people enjoy the London Eye. As we waited in line. A dark figure waited behind us appearing as an old man. I could smell him and what a faint smell it was. It could put you to sleep. But instead I felt like I was becoming under a spell. I brushed it off not thinking anything of it. I walked downward the steps toward the line to the London Eye. Karos went inside to get our tickets to board the Ferris wheel. While he was inside, the guy from behind me waved his hand and everyone disappeared and time froze. For a second I was back in dream world and it was covered in ruin with fire reaping from the ground. Then in a flash I was back in the real world still standing in line. Karos returns with the tickets and everything goes back to normal. The man behind me disappeared. We aboard the London Eye and everything goes awry. Flashes of Nigerkarte entered my mind and the London Eye begins to move faster. Karos holds onto me and I onto him. The mystery man stands behind us. The guy releases a howl which pierces the windows of the cart we are on. Karos turns around and notices the guy.
“You, what are you doing here?” says Karos.
“You know who he is?” I ask
“Yes he is not a he, he is a creature of hell taking human form. A demon. A Screecher.” Says Karos.
As the London Eye began to spin out of control. Karos grabbed my hand tells me to close my eyes. We jump through the glass and off into the nearby Thames River. When we came up for air. I looked at Karos who while looking upward. I wondered how we just got out of the London Eye. I could not think straight. Trying to wrap my brain around what just happened and how I was going to deal with it. This was going to change everything that I knew about the guy I was falling in love with. To find out that he is magical just like myself.