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A young girl squinted at the spell book beneath the soft glow of the full moon. Its light was gentle upon all it touched and under it, she felt at peace. Despite that she was only witnessing it from the safety of her bedroom window. It wasn’t like she could leave her house. And simply saying that she wanted to cast a spell would never fly for her extreme parents.
The thought of her parents finding out what she was doing right now sent a shiver down her spine. Her hands trembled, and she could feel a strange aura in the room. Breathing in, she exhaled, and imagined a dark smog leaving her. The aura dissipated.
So long as she could control it, nothing was going to happen.
Her eyes picked out the spell’s ingredients, at least, what was needed for it to work. Reaching beside her, she took a green folder and set it down on her altar. It wasn’t much of anything. Just a medium sized bin that had been dragged to the window. A green candle was in front of the folder, not yet burning.
Slowly, she retrieved a pack of matches and stared at them cautiously. Not fear. But if she wasn’t careful, such a small object could burn down the house before she’d even blinked. Its power was to be used with caution. Or something like that. Retrieving a match, she stared at the flame for a moment. There was something fascinating about watching fire burn...
Jerking from her daze, as the match gradually grew smaller, she hurriedly lit the wick of the candle and then shook the match out.
Watching her surroundings, head cocked to listen in on the sounds, she almost breathed a sigh of relief. There wasn’t a sound to be heard. She should know, her dad always fumbled around after just waking up. Even though hearing him scared her to death, it was like an alarm. She needed whatever she could get to let her know that one of her parents was awake.
“I’ve got it!” She bit her lip, smiling to herself. Magic was a natural occurrence to her. To others, it was simply a fun thing to try out once and then forget. Like the occult. But whenever she tried out spells and rituals, something always happened. Ignoring the fact that she had some strange powers of her own… Come on, the fact that bad things always happened when she was upset? The fact that good things happened when she was cheerful? How could she not notice such a major thing?
When strange things happened around her so often, how could she not be interested? But her parents would never approve if they found out, as deeply religious as they were. She didn’t understand any of it, nor did she really want to. None of it made sense to her, and no matter how much she asked their answers never scratched that itch that begged to be scratched.
Gazing at the money symbol she’d etched into the side of the burning candle, she clapped her hands together. Then, she shut her eyes and tried to block out her surroundings. Focused on the burning desire inside her and give that spark direction. Whenever she mentioned to other people that she focused on that energy inside her to bring about changes, they didn’t believe her.
After all, life wasn’t quite that easy was it? And certainly, she didn’t always succeed when it came to magic working. But the fact that there were times when it worked to begin with was more than enough to convince her that magic existed. And that’s ignoring the strange things that tended to happen around her.
The energy rising within her was a contrary thing. Without direction, it could easily become a monster; consuming all in its wake. Without the ability to control it, it would easily cause chaos. She’d seen it happen enough times.
Her eyes became half lidded, body almost buzzing with the quivering energy she had raised. Just before she’d managed to spoken a word, the door flew open. Jerking sharply, she spun on her heel just as the door slammed into the wall.
There stood her father, gazing from her to the altar behind her. His eyes narrowed, and within the darkness, he seemed especially demonic to her. Pupils dilating, hands curling into fists, and shoulders stiffening; she prepared for whatever he decided to do. “What is this?!” His eyes roamed from the candle behind her, to the spell book beside her. And without a moment’s hesitation, he snatched it up, despite her muffled cry as she reached for it. It only took him a glance to know what she was doing.
She cringed back, bumping slightly into her makeshift altar. There was a rattle behind her, but she gave it no attention.
“You really like this satanic shit?!” She swallowed the urge to warn him about his language. With his anger, he wouldn’t care. His hands tightened on the book, until it became ghostly white. Stomping towards her, he shoved it into her face with a growled, “THIS is why you’re going to hell!”
She leaned back away from him. Her hands that were now clasped into her lap were trembling. Tears burned the backs of her eyes. There was no way to answer that would satisfy him. He was angry, and convinced that what she was doing was the most horrible thing in the world. Her body was still buzzing with unshed energy, but she no longer cared, as she stared at the man that she was suddenly reluctant to call father.
“In fact… There’s only one way to solve this for good,” he muttered, glaring at her angrily. Her shoulders immediately stiffened. What was he going to do? In an instant, that all became terrifyingly clear. Throwing the book open, he went about ripping out the pages.
She let out a cry and immediately jumped up. Thoughtless, she raced forward and tried to snatch the book from him. Maybe she could still salvage it?! Her hands landed on the book, but her father was a much stronger figure. With a scoff, he pushed her back and the energy that she had accumulated within her flared to life. As she hit the ground, she bumped into her makeshift altar once again. Only it was hard enough that something fell. But she cared not, as she scowled tearfully, defiantly, at her father.
Ignoring her look, he went to tear out another page, only to freeze. With a shocked yelp, he reached forward and dragged her up. She was confused, until she saw it and smelled the smoke. Fire. Her candle had fallen over and was rapidly consuming everything in that corner of the room. Her heart beat into her throat as her father ran over to put it out. It was small enough that it could have been put out easily, but the domino effect was not done yet. All the energy she had risen, it was bound to go somewhere.
A shriek echoed from the other room and scarcely before she could think about it, she was already racing to the source. In the living room, a fire was burning and rapidly consuming everything. It had gotten way too big in such a short time. Luckily, her mother hadn’t gotten stuck in it.
Soon, her father showed up with a shouted, “I’ve called the fire department! Get out!” He didn’t have to tell her twice.
Racing to the door, she threw it open and ran out.
~
The house was ablaze already, despite that the fire department had sent people over to stop the fire. And despite the horror of the situation, she found herself feeling… Somewhat pleased? Triumphant? It wasn’t like she wanted to cause such chaos, to be certain.
Not to mention… The fire was kind of pretty.
Turning away from it, she saw her father watching her. Eyes wide with horor, hands slack. An icy chill raced through her as she realized: He knows.

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A young girl squinted at the spell book beneath the soft glow of the full moon. Its light was gentle upon all it touched and under it, she felt at peace. Despite that she was only witnessing it from the safety of her bedroom window. It wasn’t like she could leave her house. And simply saying that she wanted to cast a spell would never fly for her extreme parents.
The thought of her parents finding out what she was doing right now sent a shiver down her spine. Her hands trembled, and she could feel a strange aura in the room. Breathing in, she exhaled, and imagined a dark smog leaving her. The aura dissipated.
So long as she could control it, nothing was going to happen.
Her eyes picked out the spell’s ingredients, at least, what was needed for it to work. Reaching beside her, she took a green folder and set it down on her altar. It wasn’t much of anything. Just a medium sized bin that had been dragged to the window. A green candle was in front of the folder, not yet burning.
Slowly, she retrieved a pack of matches and stared at them cautiously. Not fear. But if she wasn’t careful, such a small object could burn down the house before she’d even blinked. Its power was to be used with caution. Or something like that. Retrieving a match, she stared at the flame for a moment. There was something fascinating about watching fire burn...
Jerking from her daze, as the match gradually grew smaller, she hurriedly lit the wick of the candle and then shook the match out.
Watching her surroundings, head cocked to listen in on the sounds, she almost breathed a sigh of relief. There wasn’t a sound to be heard. She should know, her dad always fumbled around after just waking up. Even though hearing him scared her to death, it was like an alarm. She needed whatever she could get to let her know that one of her parents was awake.
“I’ve got it!” She bit her lip, smiling to herself. Magic was a natural occurrence to her. To others, it was simply a fun thing to try out once and then forget. Like the occult. But whenever she tried out spells and rituals, something always happened. Ignoring the fact that she had some strange powers of her own… Come on, the fact that bad things always happened when she was upset? The fact that good things happened when she was cheerful? How could she not notice such a major thing?
When strange things happened around her so often, how could she not be interested? But her parents would never approve if they found out, as deeply religious as they were. She didn’t understand any of it, nor did she really want to. None of it made sense to her, and no matter how much she asked their answers never scratched that itch that begged to be scratched.
Gazing at the money symbol she’d etched into the side of the burning candle, she clapped her hands together. Then, she shut her eyes and tried to block out her surroundings. Focused on the burning desire inside her and give that spark direction. Whenever she mentioned to other people that she focused on that energy inside her to bring about changes, they didn’t believe her.
After all, life wasn’t quite that easy was it? And certainly, she didn’t always succeed when it came to magic working. But the fact that there were times when it worked to begin with was more than enough to convince her that magic existed. And that’s ignoring the strange things that tended to happen around her.
The energy rising within her was a contrary thing. Without direction, it could easily become a monster; consuming all in its wake. Without the ability to control it, it would easily cause chaos. She’d seen it happen enough times.
Her eyes became half lidded, body almost buzzing with the quivering energy she had raised. Just before she’d managed to spoken a word, the door flew open. Jerking sharply, she spun on her heel just as the door slammed into the wall.
There stood her father, gazing from her to the altar behind her. His eyes narrowed, and within the darkness, he seemed especially demonic to her. Pupils dilating, hands curling into fists, and shoulders stiffening; she prepared for whatever he decided to do. “What is this?!” His eyes roamed from the candle behind her, to the spell book beside her. And without a moment’s hesitation, he snatched it up, despite her muffled cry as she reached for it. It only took him a glance to know what she was doing.
She cringed back, bumping slightly into her makeshift altar. There was a rattle behind her, but she gave it no attention.
“You really like this satanic shit?!” She swallowed the urge to warn him about his language. With his anger, he wouldn’t care. His hands tightened on the book, until it became ghostly white. Stomping towards her, he shoved it into her face with a growled, “THIS is why you’re going to hell!”
She leaned back away from him. Her hands that were now clasped into her lap were trembling. Tears burned the backs of her eyes. There was no way to answer that would satisfy him. He was angry, and convinced that what she was doing was the most horrible thing in the world. Her body was still buzzing with unshed energy, but she no longer cared, as she stared at the man that she was suddenly reluctant to call father.
“In fact… There’s only one way to solve this for good,” he muttered, glaring at her angrily. Her shoulders immediately stiffened. What was he going to do? In an instant, that all became terrifyingly clear. Throwing the book open, he went about ripping out the pages.
She let out a cry and immediately jumped up. Thoughtless, she raced forward and tried to snatch the book from him. Maybe she could still salvage it?! Her hands landed on the book, but her father was a much stronger figure. With a scoff, he pushed her back and the energy that she had accumulated within her flared to life. As she hit the ground, she bumped into her makeshift altar once again. Only it was hard enough that something fell. But she cared not, as she scowled tearfully, defiantly, at her father.
Ignoring her look, he went to tear out another page, only to freeze. With a shocked yelp, he reached forward and dragged her up. She was confused, until she saw it and smelled the smoke. Fire. Her candle had fallen over and was rapidly consuming everything in that corner of the room. Her heart beat into her throat as her father ran over to put it out. It was small enough that it could have been put out easily, but the domino effect was not done yet. All the energy she had risen, it was bound to go somewhere.
A shriek echoed from the other room and scarcely before she could think about it, she was already racing to the source. In the living room, a fire was burning and rapidly consuming everything. It had gotten way too big in such a short time. Luckily, her mother hadn’t gotten stuck in it.
Soon, her father showed up with a shouted, “I’ve called the fire department! Get out!” He didn’t have to tell her twice.
Racing to the door, she threw it open and ran out.
~
The house was ablaze already, despite that the fire department had sent people over to stop the fire. And despite the horror of the situation, she found herself feeling… Somewhat pleased? Triumphant? It wasn’t like she wanted to cause such chaos, to be certain.
Not to mention… The fire was kind of pretty.
Turning away from it, she saw her father watching her. Eyes wide with horor, hands slack. An icy chill raced through her as she realized: He knows.