Violet Rose stood outside the huge, menacing, iron gates enclosing the hidden school. Known to all magical creatures as Bertram's Institute for Magical Beings. Violet had not known that she was a witch for very long and it had felt like everything had happened so fast, one second her mother was telling her about her past and the powers she possessed the next she was preparing to travel to a new school for people like her! Despite all of this new information being thrown at her out of nowhere, Violet couldn't help but enjoy discovering she was different. She felt quite a bit embarrassed and bigoted to admit this but she liked being different.
To Violet being different felt like a new spark of curiosity had been lit inside of her, she was bursting to let it roar inside and out with the energy of a rocket launching. The urge to learn/know everything in an instant about what she was and where she came from was intensely strong. Violet just wanted to scream from the rooftops what she was, to let the world know she existed. She kept quiet though, acting with a sense of nonchalance surrounding her to stop unwanted attention gravitating her way. After all she was new to this undiscovered world and was unsure as to how it worked?What was cool? How she should act?
With a deep sigh Violet turned around to her mother, her long copper hair swishing swiftly behind her.
"I don't think I'm ready mum, I think we should go home" she murmured quietly. Nestling her head snuggly into her mothers side.
"Violet, you have to go. This is so important honey, Bertram's is the best school for magical creatures ever. You need the education. You need to learn about who you are and where you came from." Encouraged Violets Mum
"Mum I can't do it, they are going to think Im stupid because I know nothing about all these weird creatures. I don't know anything about any of this" moaned Violet
"Sweetie it's too late I don-"
"Don't worry El I've got this" murmured Ben brushing up softly behind Eleanor whilst interrupting the beginning of what was supposed to be an inspiring mum lecture.
Crouching down slightly to Violets height Ben began to speak.
"Vi, this is an amazing opportunity for you, your going to learn so much about us. About who and what you are. I don't want you to worry about how much you know or don't know. That's not important. What's important is you learning and gaining knowledge. This is scary, I can't imagine what you feel like because I always knew what I was and how to deal with it. Your going to do fantastic Vi. I just know it, so come on now the gates are opening"
Slowly twirling around Violet was still quivering nervously with the idea of this new school. Her dads speech had been somewhat motivating, but like he said he didn't know what it felt like to be new and less aware. Violet's eyes gazed up at the towering gates that preceded to open with no force pushing them. A subtle creak of metal could be heard, a sign the gates were old and rusty. They had probably been in use for years. How old even was this school ? Thought Violet as she waddled her way through the gate, each step increasing the amount of anxiety she felt. Her eyes wandered around the huge patch of dry, hard mud she had stepped onto. Her eyes gauged out as she stared at all the strange but amazing creatures standing around her. She looked as if she had just been told the most shocking news of her life. Her mouth hung open mid-air, she was truly flabbergasted. Violet had expected the unusual, but this was more than unusual. These beings were weird yet somehow wonderful too.
Abruptly a shadow cast across the whole family as a huge troll stomped heavily past them, her feet almost causing earthquakes and hurricanes. Further across the field Violet could see a few boys holding out wooden sticks shooting wisps of light at each other. Sorcerers? Wizards? Maybe warlocks? She wasn't exactly sure what they were. Her eyes continued to rush wildly around the area before they fell upon a rather intriguing yet sinister looking character heading her way. His steps where large, he seemed to be getting closer with every leap he took. However his head was covered by a large hooded cloak. As he approached her at a fast pace she felt herself shrink back into her mother like a frightened animal to a cave. When he was finally within speaking distance he pulled back his cloak revealing a pale face, decorated with a healing pink gash from the outer corner of his deep blue eye to his top lip. After his startiling reveal he elongated his skinny arm and to Violets shock his long spindly fingers shook her fathers hand.
"Benjamin! Eleanor! My dearest companions, how have you been? Its been 11 years since the last time I saw you. I remember the last day exactly" his speech seemed threatening and sent a shiver up Violets spine as his eyes glistened over her. His rough scratchy voice spoke again as he asked.
"Who is this ?"
"Edgar, how very nice to see you again" said my dad, his voice somewhat lacking emotion.
"This is our daughter,Violet" he replied
"A daughter... I see. Well Violet I'm sure you will have a fantastic time at Bertram's. Of course it may be a little harder for you to settle in with you being outwardly different from the rest of the children here, but I'm sure you'll do fine." The words slithered out of his mouth which was painted with a devilish smirk.
"So Eleanor how has life been since you and Ben left all those years ago?" Questioned Edgar in a angry voice.
"It's been good Edgar, no different to life before except for the birth of our beautiful Violet" Eleanor defiantly answered back refusing to give back the same angry tone. Instead she smiled down lovingly at Violet. Who seemed dazed. She wasn't really listening to the convocation anymore. She was just staring at the ground with a puzzled look upon her face.
"Well that's nice but it seems I must go, my son Angelo is waiting for me. Nice seeing you both again. Violet what a pleasure to meet you! I hope we can discuss more of our pasts at a later date. Perhaps dinner? Bye for now" with that last line he slithered away obviously not satisfied with the lack of response in the convocation.
"Dad what does he mean by different?" questioned Violet in a confused tone.
To her she seemed the most normal out of anyone here. A witch seemed more normal compared to trolls, pixies and senators. Violet knew she was ignorant and naive. However she wasn't stupid and knew she wasn't as unusual as most of the creatures. Bending her knees and grabbing Violets shoulders slightly, Eleanor looked deep into Violets eyes and began to speak "Violet my dear, you see your a bit special compared to others here. Whilst they are full light blood creatures, you are not a full light blood. You have light blood within you but Violet dark blood runs within your veins too. Your what people of this world like to call a half witch."
"If I'm not a full witch...Then what am I?" Violets tone was curious yet cautious. She was unsure as to whether she wanted to know why dark blood flowed through her veins.
"Violet, you have to understand that most creatures here won't be accepting as to what you are. Firstly this creature comes from dark blood and the crossing of magical beings is frowned upon here." Ben spoke quietly trying to warn Violet of what was to come in the future.
"Dad, I'm old enough to know what I am! I really don't care what people think" reassured Violet.
"Your a siren Violet" admitted her Mum. Violet watched her fathers face grimace as her mother uttered the final blow that would forever change her life.
