Chapter 1
Dawn of Aurora
Ever since I was a child with dreams full of wonders and love I didn’t know as a young adult. I soon learned how real life was full of emotions that everyone experiences at their own rate. My father died when I was six years old and I learned my childhood was over in a blink of an eye. My father’s death had been shrouded in mystery and no one could give me straight answers on how he died. I have my own questions on how his death came to be. I started to plan my escape from my mother since I was six and I’d been planning to leave her.
My mother instantly took me into the family business of witchcraft that my father ran just two days after his death. She told me that I should grow up and get over myself. I like every good child that age listened to every word she had to say to me. The shop ran with the basic spells, fortune telling, potions and herbs. Sometimes I would see my mother leaving the house at night and go to the graveyards. It would always send a shiver down my spine when she would come back with a bag full of things. Our shop would always have a lot of business and it was always successful. My mind would always go back to those nights when she would leave and bring a bag back.
My face smiled as I remembered all the good times with my father. I looked around my room remembering how this house used to be filled with laughter. My father owned the house we owned and after my father had died my mother instantly moved into this house just a day shy of his death. I looked around my room to find something to wear for the day. My mind full of the pleasant memories of the past filled with my father and the happier times. I should my head to get my focused on the task at hand and went to my wardrobe to fish out some clothing. I dressed then I went looking for my favorite boots and found them under the bed. I huffed at myself for always doing that and I laced them up to head out for the day. I stopped at the mirror to freshen up my hair and wipe the sleep from my eyes.
I brushed my hair with my comb and searched for a hair tie and I looked at how long my hair had gotten. My reflection looked back at me and I smiled looking at my eyes that were just like my fathers. Deep blue eyes with high cheekbone and black hair that went down to the middle of my back. I walked away from the mirror and toward to door into the sunlight. When I left the house, I would have never thought the horrors that would lay in wake for the night.
