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A Cinderella Spell - Chapter 4, Darker Tidings
It was Monday morning. Since I'd just left school and college didn't
start for another eight weeks, Mondays didn't seem so bad anymore.
I'd arranged to meet Monique and her Grandma to talk my suddenly
becoming a witch and what it entailed. Especially about what this dark
entity was all about? Monique had said that it's probably bullshit and
even if it wasn't it would need some kind of anomaly to your regular
witch to be able to do anything drastic. Since it appeared that I could
use magic without a grimoire, it would seem that I am some kind of
anomaly compared to Monique and her Grandma. I was going to have to be
discreet though, I didn't want them knowing what I could do until I knew
what it meant.
I was on my way there, I had used my new found skill to do my makeup and
put my hair in big, bouncy curls. I was wearing a brown, pleated, suede
skirt, a white, woolly, sleeveless turtleneck sweater, brown, knee high
boots and a denim jacket. Girly, but at least there wasn't a hint of
pink.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Monique. She answered her
door in a pink, knee length dress with short sleeves and a white collar.
"Looking good," I teased.
"Piss off," she retorted as she motioned for me to come inside.
I sat down in the living room with her and her Grandma.
"So Monique tells me that you want to know more about the myth of this
dark entity," her Grandma stated.
"Yeah," I said. "Monique says it's probably nonsense, but if witches are
afraid to go anywhere dark on their own there must be something in it,
right? And she said it would probably want some kind of anomaly to be
able to get by the rules of magic and do any damage. Since I was a boy
but now a girl, am I not an anomaly?"
"Quite right my dear," Grandma replied. "I'm sure there's nothing for
you to worry about, but it can't hurt for you to hear the full story,
well as full as we know it to be anyway." She went on to tell me the
legend.
It basically goes like this; in the dark ages, there were no witches
(contrary to popular belief), but there were dragons, centaurs, fairies
and all other kinds of magical creatures that are now the stuff of fairy
tales. These creatures oozed magical essence that could be wielded by
only two. The famous sorcerer Merlin and his not so famous brother,
Ulric.
Merlin used his power to serve Kings of England and also to keep a
balance between magical and non-magical beings. He knew that if man ever
started to fear magic, they would start a war upon the magical beings.
Ulric disagreed. He believed that they were the superior beings and that
humans should worship him and Merlin as gods. He also knew that if all
creatures were of the magic kind, their power would increase
exponentially.
After many an argument, Merlin had found that Ulric had started on a
plan of war. He was going to command the magical folk to strike at the
humans. The more humans were killed, the more room there would be for
the magical. He had even come up with a way to transform any prisoners
into magical folk, thus increasing his power even more. Merlin knew that
he had to protect humans and the planet. If Ulric had his way, he could
have ended up with enough power to destroy the planet, maybe even the
universe with a mere thought. Nobody could be allowed to be that
powerful.
Merlin came up with a plan, drastic and risky. He absorbed enough
magical energy to create a spell that would stop the fairies, centaurs
and the rest from generating anymore magic. He knew the risks, he knew
it was possible that these creatures may die out because of his actions
and that he himself, would soon be no longer able to use magic.
After using the spell, he infused the last of his magic into three
sisters and created a safe system so that no magical being could ever
pose a threat as great ever again. Firstly, that the magic would be
linked to the sister's conscience so no spell could be cast with malice.
Secondly, that no spell could be cast in front of a non-magical being
without punishment, thus keeping magic a secret to the magical community
and finally, that spells would need to be pre planned with a grimoire so
that no spell could be cast in haste and without pre-thought.
These three became the first witches and the gift would be passed from
mother to daughter, with the gift only being able to be used by females.
Ulric did not give up as Merlin had hoped, however. He used the last of
his magic to make himself a mere spirit that would survive the
centuries, waiting for the time when he would be able to regain his
power. That is the entity that the witches fear.
The magical beings did die out without their essence, as Merlin had
feared, but magic has remained contained and controlled ever since.
"So how come the gift doesn't pass to men?" I asked.
"Nobody really knows," her Grandma replied "Some say Merlin designed it
that way as he believed that women were not intelligent enough to find a
way to break the rules, that he was a bit sexist. I believe there's
another part of the tale that we do not yet know."
"So you passed the gift to Monique's dad, but being male, cannot use it
and he passed it to Monique?"
"You got it."
"So why isn't my sister a witch?" I asked.
"How do you know that she isn't?" she asked back.
That thought went through my head. How would I find out if she was or
not? If I asked her and she wasn't, she'd think I was crazy. Maybe I
could use a spell to detect it? Monique's Grandma managed to see that I
was a magic user just by looking into my eyes. That would be something
to work on.
The rest of the week flew by in a blur of makeup, dresses, and dance
practices. Monique came to the session on Tuesday to see that it wasn't
so stupid. She wouldn't admit it but I did see her take down a phone
number for a beginner's class when she thought I couldn't see.
I tried to avoid using magic. The story that Monique's grandma had told
freaked me out a little. I could cast magic without a grimoire. No other
witch could. And while I couldn't tell for certain, I was pretty sure
that Claire wasn't a witch. If that was the case then that would be
another rule that I had broken. Was I a witch at all? And if Ulric is
out there waiting for an opportunity, was I that opportunity he was
waiting for?
Friday arrived and with it, Steven and I's last practice. I don't want
to sound cocky, but we were fucking good. We had out routines perfected
and they weren't easy routines at all. According to my mother, these
were the most difficult we had ever attempted. Things were looking good,
I had even managed to tone down my girly side so that I wasn't looking
at Steven like a lovesick puppy all of the time, although I still
thought he was pretty amazing and that he was too good for that bitch
Lisa.
Who just so happened to turn up to the Friday session just as it was
ending, they were going on a date tonight apparently.
Steven had just gone to the changing rooms to have a shower when she
approached me.
"You may think you're all that," she whispered maliciously. "But come
Christmas, Steven is going to propose to me, I'm going to be his fianc?e
and when that happens the only person he'll be dancing with is me, at
our wedding. So enjoy it while it lasts, but all this is going to end
you skanky little bitch." She spat that last part.
I was in shock, how could somebody so lovely like Steven, want to be
with someone so horrible. At this point Steven came back.
"You ready babe?" he asked.
"Sure am," she said with a sickly sweet smile on her face.
"See you tomorrow Beth, we're gonna knock 'em dead," he said to me.
What a bitch I thought to myself.
I got home, had a bath and got ready for bed. It was 10.30. Steve and
Lisa would have finished their date by now. Stevey (Stevey?) wouldn't
want a late night before a dance competition. That horrible cow, I
thought. I bet Steve wouldn't want to be with her if she was fat and
ugly. I felt that now familiar sensation at the back of my skull and
suddenly fell to sleep.
It did it. It has no barriers.
It does appear to be what we have been waiting for.
Then we shall strike.
Not yet.
But it's gaining strength.
Yet it still collapses. We wait.
I woke up the next day with a horrible thought. Did I do something to
Lisa last night? My head felt like it was filled with a fog. The more I
thought about it the more I reassured myself that everything would be
ok. I can't do malicious magic. And if I had done something to Lisa, it
would definitely be malicious.
Anyway, today was the day of the dance contest and I couldn't wait.
I arrived at the hall where the contest was being held. Sophie was
already there with our costumes and Stevey arrived shortly after,
looking a bit worried.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Lisa can't make it; she always comes to our competitions.," He said
"Her parents said she's had some kind of allergic reaction and they've
had to take her to hospital, they've said not to worry but I can't help
it."
That niggling thought came back. Have I done something to Lisa?
"You don't have to pretend to be concerned," he said. "I know you two
don't get along."
I was about to say something when he continued.
"I know it's her and not you. But look at it from her side of things.
Look at the dances we do together. She's tried to get into dancing, but
she's got two left feet and then she sees what you can do. She'd never
admit it but she's jealous of you and very insecure about us. And on top
of being a great dancer, you're not exactly harsh on the eyes either."
I suddenly felt awful. Yes, while it is no excuse for her to be as
horrible towards me as she is, it must be awkward seeing her boyfriend
and me together. Especially when doing something like a waltz. In our
costumes, we look like a prince and princess dancing at some fairy tale
ball. I bet she'd love to be in my position. It was at that point I
decided that instead of reacting to her being horrible, I was going to
be pro-active in trying to get us to be friends.
And so the contest began. We kicked and flicked through the jive, we
hopped and skipped through the quickstep and we twirled and swirled
through the viennese waltz.
My mother and Stevey's parents congratulated the two of us, we hadn't
put a foot wrong, our lines and steps had been perfect.
When the results from the judges came through, I was very surprised to
see that Steve and I had come second. As it turned out, while our steps
had been perfect, the judges had been able to tell that something was
bothering Steven and he wasn't "acting" the part. Especially in the
viennese waltz. Still, while it was disappointing we did get a trophy
and some high street shopping vouchers for second prize. We also got
plenty of praise from the judges and the other competitors. I said my
goodbye to Steven and went home with my parents. I didn't bother
changing out of my viennese waltz dress. I felt wonderful in it. It felt
a lot like my prom dress.
Once home, I phoned Monique to let her know the results.
"Coming second isn't the worst thing in the world," she said. "Anyway,
you have the cure for being upset as part of the prize."
"What?" I was confused.
"Hello? Shopping!" she said as if I was completely dense. "Even before I
became all girly I loved a shopping excursion."
We agreed to meet up in the morning and get the bus into town before
hanging up.
I thought about Lisa, I really wished I could get this niggling feeling
that I was responsible for her being ill. If only there was some way to
check on her. I got that sensation again and suddenly I was no longer in
my bedroom.
I was in a hospital room, but I wasn't at the same time. Nobody seemed
to notice the girl in a ballroom dance dress who just teleported in.
That told me that I wasn't really there, just viewing what was there.
"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Nixon," I heard a doctor say. "Our tests show no
sign of infection or reaction. In fact, they don't show anything amiss
at all."
"Nothing amiss?" I heard a man growl. "Look at her, our poor Lisa. And
she's getting worse all of the time."
I looked at the hospital bed and I saw Lisa. At least I think it was.
Tufts of her hair had fallen out, her nose was crooked, what teeth she
had left were yellow and jagged and her face was covered in acne. But
that wasn't the worst of it.
She was huge; she looked like she wouldn't be able to stand up if she
tried. I could see the layers of fat creeping out over the edges of the
bed. She was beyond morbidly obese. All the while she was crying her
eyes out.
I was horrified. I had done this somehow. Last night when I thought
about her being fat and ugly. The poor girl. She may have been nasty to
me, but nobody deserved this.
The itch in the back of my head told me that I could reverse this. I did
it without hesitation. I would find a way to make it up to this poor
girl.
"Doctor, look!" her mother exclaimed. "Look at her hair."
Mousey brown hair started to grow out from the bald patches (I knew it
had been bleached). I could also see the acne starting to clear up and
the fat starting to recede.
Satisfied that she was going to be ok, I left them to it and found
myself on my bedroom floor. I must have collapsed when I looked in on
Lisa.
How did I do that to Lisa? If that wasn't a malicious spell, I don't
know what is. That's another of the witch's rules I had broken. If I
wasn't a witch, what was I?
I got ready for bed and had a very restless sleep.
Look at the power. Not even we had that kind of power once the source
disappeared.
Correct. We need that power.
So we're ready to claim it?
Yes.
But how. It is never alone.
It will be. It thinks it is control, but its emotions will lure it out.
Patience.
Patience.
Author's note:
Hi again. Many thanks to all those who have stuck to the story so far. I
have to admit that the chapter you have just read isn't the best thing I
have ever written by any means. Unfortunately it is a necessary means to
an end and I hope it hasn't put you off from reading any future
chapters.
Sophie x
PS. This is getting to be a lot more imaginative story than anything
else I have written before, if you are enjoying it, it would be lovely
to hear from you. If however, if you'd prefer to see more of my more
simple "boy gets turned into girly girl and this is how he copes"
stories I would especially like to hear from you.
Emely
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