Awakening Natalia

Jackson had already been in the kitchen preparing most of what Amillia would need. He doesn’t possess the ability to cast spells as she can, but he can at least make the potion that’s required.

“Change of plans,” Amillia states as the three of them walk down the steps back into the living room, Khalil carrying Natalia and gently laying her on the couch opposite of Daniel.

Jackson looks up and see’s Natalia shaking his head. It’s his fault that the spell on her tried to break itself. That’s what caused all of this. When Amillia almost lost control it almost broke whatever spell, or curse, that had been placed on Natalia many years ago. She wouldn’t have many memories of her past but enough to cause some serious damage. The mind is fragile and not something that should be played with, ever.

Honestly though, Jackson hadn’t expected Amillia to just explode. He hadn’t considered how much stress all of this going on has caused her. She’s very good at hiding her emotions and always seems so calm and collected no matter what the situation is, or at least she has these last seven years. Come to think of it though, in actuality, Jackson honestly doesn’t know Amillia as well as he had once thought considering they had both pretended to be mortals during the duration of their friendship.

Damian walked into the kitchen and started looking at everything that Jackson has out. He shakes his head a few times rummaging through stuff, sometimes putting something back and grabbing something else instead.

“Like for real dude, sometimes I wonder if you were even raised in a magical community,” Damian comments.

“Yeah, I was raised by the high elves’ asshole and not the Lord of Darkness. They do things a little different you know,” Jackson retorts.

“Elves?” Amillia inquires, “Why the elves? Which world?”

“Are you guys seriously having a fucking conversation about your pasts with Natalia here about dead?” Khalil asks, shaking in fury and fighting the transformation again.

Amillia can’t help but to roll her eyes. Damian ignored him focusing on what he’s doing, making sure it’s done perfectly. They have to do something different since Natalia is out of it. Normally a person would just drink the potion and then a spell would be said, and it would clear the blockage, but this time it’s different because Natalia is knocked out cold. A nice paste that can be placed in her mouth should do the tricks, but that’s something that neither Amillia nor Jackson has ever done before.

“Khalil, go take some Midol, Tylenol, smoke some weed, pop some nerve meds, do whatever the fuck you gotta do, but calm the fuck down. You’re really starting to piss me off with all this hostility and being pissed off is something I’m trying not to do right now!” Amillia tells him.

All this constant paranoia coming from Khalil has been driving Amillia up the walls. Sometimes he seems like he’s on board with everything, but then again, he also seems as if he doesn’t trust anyone and is having conflicting emotions. His mood has been worse than a pregnant woman due at any moment in the middle of summer. It’s nerve racking.

Khalil runs his hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he mustered up to say. Apologizing is not one of his strong points, not at all. “Look, I’m worried, just tell me what the hell is going on instead of just acting like we should all already know.”

Amillia rolls her eyes again. She’s been doing that a lot lately it seems. Every single time he talks it feels as if she has to roll her eyes with his impatient macho attitude. He’s right this time though, he doesn’t understand anything going on, and probably won’t until he actually experiences it for himself, but he should at least have some form of a warning as to what’s going on.

“Her memories of who she is are trying to come back. She may have just been three when she was taking, but she’ll remember it. That’s one of the ‘blessings’ that our family has is that we remember everything… It’s part of being a seer as powerful as we are, we don’t forget anything that’s ever happened to us.” Amillia tells Khalil. “We have to break the curse on her that suppressed her memories, normally it’s a drink, like a tea, and a simple spell to break the curse, but since she’s passed out Damian is making a paste to use instead, it should have the same effect.”

At least they’re all hoping that it will have the same effect. Hell, Damian’s the one that put the curse on all of them, surely he can break it and knows what he’s doing. He loves Amillia too much to ever want to endanger any of her family, even the one’s he detest he has spent years protecting just for her. He wouldn’t be willing to do this if he thought that it wouldn’t work and that it wouldn’t save her life.

(Natalia)

IT’s dark, too dark. I’ve always hated the dark. When I was younger one of my foster parents would always lock me in the dark and damp basement for “being disobedient” as they called it. I wouldn’t say it was disobedience, I just didn’t want to be a personal slave at six years old.

A strong will is something that I have always had. Nothing broke me, and man has this world sure the hell tried too. Screw that, I’m not a fan of the life that I’ve lived, but then again I’m not easily defeated either. I always knew there had to be something more. Everything has a purpose and a place, right? That means that I had to have one too.

I hadn’t expected that I would have a sister, or that every mythological being that is talked about in folk lore could be true. I used to have dreams of demons attacking and being in the middle of a war, but those stopped after years of taking sleeping medicine when I was younger.

The nightmares had been horrible. After the abusive foster parents, I went back to a children’s home for a little while and then had been placed with a fairly decent set of foster parents. They’re the one’s who made the nightmares stopped. I’m not sure what they had the doctor prescribe me, but it worked, and the nightmares along with some hypnotherapy had helped.

It hadn’t been long after the start of the therapy that they too sent me back to an orphanage. It had been a run of bad luck. I was never able to figure what the hell had happened during therapy, but apparently whatever it had been made my foster parents believe me to be completely insane and abandon me, like everyone else in my life has.

Being used and abused and left for nothing is something that I learned to tolerate. I went through ten different foster families and then a few different children’s homes and orphanages before I finally decided I was done with the bullshit. I was tired of being hurt, getting my hopes up just to have them crushed all over again.

Once I turned sixteen, I dropped out of school obtained my GED and went straight off to college and worked two jobs. That’s when I met Khalil. That’s when my whole life changed.

I watched as Amillia lost control of herself, letting some of her powers out. They hit me like a title wave. I have never felt anything such as that before, it shocked me, it also sent chills up my spin. That’s the last I remember before the darkness took over.

All I could do is watch flashes of my life go quickly before me while I’m stuck in this cold darkness. This sucks. I’d rather be starving to death and beaten to a pulp chained up like a dog in the basement again than to ever have to do this shit again. I don’t like the dark.

But I’m remembering who I am. I can see it. MY parents, I remember them. My three older sisters. Our parents training my sisters to fight. They would tell us stories about the god wars and what it meant to us. They bred us to be what destiny and the fates have planned for us being. They knew it couldn’t be avoided, although they had tried.

What got me the most is stuff that I’m watching happening at Khalil’s house. Stuff I don’t remember. I thought that I had been watching flashes of my life. The loving and wonderful family I had up until I was three, the horrors I went through after my parents had been murdered, and then life at the Khalil’s, in his pack.

Apparently I knew that they were a pack. I’m watching myself exploring the lands, wondering into the forest. The mansion that me, Khalil, and his father lived in just happened to be in the middle of nowhere surrounded by forest. There’s only a dirt road that leads up to it with smaller trails leading off along the dirt road path.

I had never thought much about the other trails leading off the main dirt road. No one ever told me anything. I figured they just like being isolated, I like nature. I love being in nature, it makes me feel free and one with my soul. It helps now understanding that my great grandmother is the mother goddess, of course I love nature, it’s a part of her.

It was the first time I went into the forest without telling anyone. It had been very tranquil. I actually had been enjoying my walk, after all I had only been here about two weeks and hadn’t left the house due to the state that I had been in when I arrived.

When I say life has been anything but fair and gentle to me, I truly meant that. It sucked, badly.

Apparently I hadn’t been alone in the forest. I don’t remember this. I watch as a really big light brown wolf with grey strips blocks my path. The thing was huge, it makes me wonder if Khalil was to turn into one of these beast how big he would be.

It didn’t take long to have that question answered. As soon as the big ass wolf went to attack me an even bigger golden wolf with black paws and black tipped ears tackles it to the ground.

Why do I always faint? That’s embarrassing. I’m a badass, but yet I’m always fucking fainting, like what the hell dude?

I watched as the big golden wolf changes back into Khalil… Oh, so I’m getting to see more than just what I remember, now this could be cool. I want to learn as much as I can and as soon as I get out of this cold damp memory theater I’m going to get Amillia to teach me everything she knows.

Khalil picks me up off of the ground and starts carrying me back to the mansion. He’s muttering to himself, guilty. He tells himself that he should have warned the others about me being here. It’s his fault that my poor little defenseless mortal self was almost mauled by a big ass wolf on the hunt.

This isn’t Khalil’s fault, this is fate. There’s a reason for everything which means that there’s a reason that I had been put in the pack and a reason that him and I have a strong friendship.

I watched as he informed his father of what is going on. Maleic calls someone and then just a few moments later someone is coming into the room and tampering with my memories so I wouldn’t remember the wolf attack.

For real? Who is this person? Don’t they know that the mind is one of the most precious things there are, and it shouldn’t be played with. It’s easy to break and hard to fix.

Of course, they don’t know that I already have a strong memory curse placed on me to hide who I really am. How I’m assuming to know what I’m thinking, I’m not sure, but I just have this gut feeling that Amillia is going to have one hell of a time trying to break through all the memory barriers due to what Maleic has had this…. Witch? Do to me.

This is all too weird and in a very weird location as well. I don’t like it. I don’t want to see what all my supposed best friend and protector has done to hide the truth and betray me. Yet, here we are, all the memories and the secrets laid out before me, in color too.

Four years of my life. I hadn’t realized how much of my memory I never actually had before all of this. I wonder what’s happening to my body, to my soul, and if I’m even still alive? This is just all too weird.

Then I see something shocking… Something that I really didn’t see coming. Maleic had made me a tea one day, it was after a rough double shift and two of my classes. I had been exhausted and worn out completely and not feeling good. He was comforting and handed me my tea telling me I didn’t have to work my ass off, he’d gladly help me, but I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, accept a handout from him other than his generous offer at a place to stay. I had been living in my car before I moved there.

He had his, I’m assuming witch, friend mix my tea, and then bring it to me. I went to sleep shortly, too quickly honestly, after drinking the herbal drink. At the time I had just assumed I was exhausted, but then Cole came into the picture. I’ve only seen the man the one time at the gala when Amillia had been desperate to get away from him.

The witch friend comes into the picture along with Cole. They are trying to pry into my mind, but the memory spell that was placed on me as a toddler is too strong, and they can’t access the memories showing them who, or what, I truly am.

So… Cole’s suspected for a while that I’m one of the Black daughters that everyone is so concerned with fulfilling a prophecy. He said it’s my eyes, he’s only ever seen those eyes on another person, and that’s Amillia. He spat when he said her name. He never went into details although Maleic looks intrigued at his disgust.

Maleic tells Cole that if I turn out to be who he thinks I am then he, himself, would help kill me. He would personally make sure that the prophecy isn’t complete. He thanked Cole for helping his pack out, helping him maintain his title.

WHAT??? Is all I could think. It seems like someone made a deal with a wanna be devil, because it’s obvious Cole isn’t the devil, but he sure likes to think he is. I roll my eyes at the scenario.

I feel bad for Khalil. He has no idea what his father has really been doing this whole time. He doesn’t know half the truth. I wonder if I should tell him if I ever get out of this place. I’m actually getting sick of being here, of watching all this. I’ve seen enough and I really just don’t want to watch anymore. Too many surprises and missed scenarios.

Once the next “movie” starts playing I realize what’s happening to me. They’re breaking down all the memory spells that have been placed on me and my powers are now awakening. That’s why I’ve been seeing more than just my lost memories. I’m seeing visions of the past and present as well. Makes me wonder if I’m going to see any of the future, or maybe that’s too advanced.

I can’t help the gasp that escapes me. It’s Sonja, my sister. She’s chained to a wall; she looks like she’s in some sort of dungeon type place. It’s all cement walls and dirt underneath. She looks like shit. She’s too skinny, too pale, and too sickly looking. She’s just chained to the wall with despair written all over her face.

There’s no light, it’s darker than wherever I am at the moment. I can’t help but to cry. This isn’t past, this is present. This is what’s happening to my sister right now. But where is she?

A door opens letting little light flood in and in walks the wanna be devil himself. I’m really starting to hate this man that I don’t know. He seems to be everywhere.

Cole takes a hot poker that had been handed to him by someone off to the side that I can’t see, and he shoves into Sonja’s side. Her screams, oh my, those are screams that make goose bumps appear on your skin and your blood run cold.

After leaving it there for a moment, Cole removes the poker. He walks up to her and grabs her by her hair. He tells her she’s his, she will not be going anywhere. She will stay in the dungeon of these mutts’ home for as long as he wants. Her sister will never find her.

Just a little more information, or please god or goddess let me remember at least the little I’m seeing. I need to get out of here. I need to go back. Amillia has to know everything; she’d figure it out. She never stopped fighting; she knows more about everything going on than I do. I have to tell her what I’ve learned in this place!

(3rd Person – Present)

“Is it going to work?” Khalil asks, panic and worry clearly evident in his voice.

Once again Amillia finds herself rolling her eyes at this annoying man. One of these days she’s going to fight him. It’s unavoidable with his attitude. The only reason that she has tolerated him for as long as she has been because she doesn’t want to do something and make Natalia distrust her before she can even gain her full trust.

“It’s going to work,” Damian answers in a soft voice. Adding in his head this mutt is fucking annoying.

If truth be told he’s not one hundred percent sure about this at all, but he does know what he’s doing, after all he created and put the curse on the girls. He’s almost certain that it will work, he actually made it a bit more potent than normal. He’s never removed a spell from someone who is knocked out cold and on the brink of death. Actually, he normally doesn’t go back and undo anything that he’s done, or at least he didn’t use too.

Not even ten minutes later Natalia wakes up.

“What happened, where was I?” She asks the group as a hole.