On September 21st, four hundred years will have passed since my ancestor, Rebecca Nurse, was convicted of witchcraft and hanged during the Salem witch craft. After that, her descendants moved to France and continued living there, until 50 years ago, when my grandma, the famous novelist, Julia Nurse, decided to come to Romania. My twin brother and I were born here, as were my parents and we had a pretty ordinary life, until last year, when Tommy and I turned 18. I have to admit, I was baffled and relieved when I found out we were different, since I’ve always felt that way. Tommy on the other hand, was furious that they didn’t tell us sooner. I didn’t quite get his anger, because he had everything he ever wanted, popularity, charm, perfect body and an extremely hot boyfriend..and I couldn’t figure out why would he wanted to know he is even more special. Me, however, I have always been the sarcastic, unfriendly twin sister of the “extraordinary” Thomas Nurse; so you can see how finding out that I was a witch meant quite a lot to me.
Unfortunately, my idea of being a witch had nothing to do with the reality of being one. Soon, I discovered there were pain and struggles that we have to go through in order to live a “normal” life -if you can still call it that way- among humans. And also, we had to respect 2 strict rules:
“You can not share the secret of your existence nor use your powers around or in front of any human”. This was particularly heart-broken for Tommy, since he had to lie to Sean all the time, but in time he got used to it. I think one of the perks of getting powers, was that Tommy and I became friends and for the first time I could feel our twin connection, running through my veins. I began to feel what he felt, suffer when he did, get a adrenaline rush whenever he was in danger or get my heart skipping a beat when he was happy; we understood each other completely. I enjoyed that..however, those bonding moments were over the moment we passed outside the door...
“You can’t teach any fellow witch your special power”. Witches are divided in Hycha and Eymi. The Hycha witches, the ones who can control emotions, get their energy from people. They bring empathizing to a whole new level and are usually charming, funny and the kind of people you just want to be around, all the time. Obviously, Tommy fit perfectly the pattern, however, I was the one who, ironically, got this gift. Me!! The only person in this world doesn't have any friends, who is irritated when people even try to communicate. My brother was an Eymi witch. This kind, is in a strong relation with nature and can control elements. Basically, we weren't supposed to try each other's spells because allegedly, we would die, therefore, mom took us separately into the woods near our home to practice.
For a year, we had to get the hang of this "witchy secret life" and just, move on and act like nothing's changed; so we did. Tommy and I were seniors and had to prepare for the final exams; college, volunteering and everything an 18 year old would normally do. After school, we would come home and do our homework and then, after the night fall, so we wouldn't risk anyone seeing us, we would go in the woods to learn how to control our powers. Mom lost her powers when she married dad (a non-magical person) and had kids, but she used to be a Hycha witch, like me, so I had tons of help in trying not to transform all the people that surrounded me into a bunch of depressed kittens, anytime I was stressed. She was able to only teach Tommy the basics since she knew a few things from her mom, our grandma, who was like him, but she wasn't much of a help. This is where it all started..