Fantasy story (8. klasse)

Once upon a time in Scotland there was a sweet girl named Charlie – that’s me. My family was very poor because an accident happened for a long time ago, a little time before I was born. My parents didn’t think I should know what happened to them, so they decided never to tell me about it.

But one day my father did break that promise. When I was around 15 and I had asked them about a million times. My father said “Well, I know you really want to know it, so I will tell you a bit and then you can on your own, find out the rest”. And then he started telling:

When I was little, an evil witch put a curse on our family... She decided that we always should be poor, unless we found a more powerful witch or wizard than her... Then he or she should find the key to the box where the incantation to break the curse was.

I could see on my fathers face, that he was about to tell the rest of the story to me, but unfortunately did my mother come in the same moment, so he shut up.

When I got to bed that evening I did have a lot to think about. Who was the witch? And where could I find a witch or wizard that was stronger than her? In the end I agreed with myself that I should find out a solution the next day.

The first day of my quest, I searched on the Internet for information so I may be able to find a witch or wizard. I wrote “witch or wizard” but everything that showed up was jokes, Spam, cartoons and tests like “What type of witch or wizard are you?" I tried to search on “witch” only, but then there came only a lot about W.I.T.C.H the series. Then I tried “wizard” but there was nothing interesting. I sighed and felt asleep.

The next day I went on a trip in the city, so I could think alone. I passed a travelling funfair and looked around. Suddenly it began to rain, and I ran into the first tent I found. Typical! I looked around in the tent. It smelled of earth, incense and a little scent of garlic.

Unexpectedly I heard a deep voice resonate “hello, how are you?” it shocked me because I haven’t heard anybody come in. I turned around and looked on the person in front of me. She was wrapped into long capes, big hair that bristle in every directions and big round glasses so her eyes looked ten times bigger than they were. “You’ve come to find a witch or wizard, right?” she said with a little smile.

I looked surprised on her and I couldn’t find anything to say. “H... Ho... How do you know that?” I finally said. She smiled a little bigger, “that’s just something I can,” she said. “Bu… But how can you know that?” I said. But she did just sit down on a chair and smiled her mysterious smile. She nodded against a chair in front of her, and I sat down on it.

I looked on the mysterious fortune- teller, and slowly opened my mouth. “Do… Do you know where I can find the witch or wizard?” I said hopefully. She held a mirror up and said, “What do you see?” I looked on her astonished and I was very scared of what she had just said.

When I left the tent a bit later my head was still filled up with all kind of questions. I walked home without even looking where I did go. I probably didn’t say anything with much meaning, if I did say something at all.

When I got home I lay down on my bed and thought about had happened in the tent. I thought I had been in the room for an hour or something like that, when my mother came in. She sat down on my bed and looked at me. “Your father has told me that he told you our secret,” she looked down. “Have you found one?” she said quiet. I looked on her and said slowly “y... Yeah I have... It’s.... me!” the last word, was almost a sigh. She looked surprised on me “how... how did you find that out?” she said. I looked shocked at her. “What do you mean, how I have found thautt o? Have you known it all the time? Why haven’t you done something about it?” My mother sighed and looked on me with a tired look. Then she started telling:

About 3 weeks after the witch had put that curse on our family, my mother found out that she was pregnant. My parents decided that the baby – me – never should know anything about it. Then 2 months after my mother gave birth to me, they discovered that I was a strange child. I could do some mysterious stuff. For examples sometimes when I wanted a cookie I was the one second on the floor playing with my doll and the next I was on the kitchen table, starting to open the cookie box. I did also seems never to get hurt, because when I cut my self it was gone the next minute. They decided to take me to a doctor and he confirm their suspicion... I was a witch. My parents agreed never to tell me that I was a witch unless I by myself would discover it.

My mother cried. “We’re terrible sorry. We just wanted to protect you. If you want to be a real witch I still have got the number of the wizard who the doctor refereed us to?” I looked on my mother and nodded. She looked on me and smiled understandingly. She went out of my room, a minute later she returned, with a little scrap of paper with a number on.

Remus J. Lupin it said on the letterbox. I looked at it an extra time and went down on the path that was in front of the wizard’s house. The house was a typical terraced house in Scotland, except from the facts that, all the people that walked on the street looked at number 13a and then on to number 14a. It seems like they didn’t notice number 13b at all.

I walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and I walked in. There was nobody to see in the hall. How strange. I walked on, and then, out of the blue, a man stood in front of me. He looked kindly; he had a blue green cloak on that matched with his eyes. He had brown hair with a lot of grey wisps in. “So... Now you are here. I have got to tell you that this isn’t going to be easy” he said with a little smile, “I’m Remus John Lupin. You can just call me Remus if you like”.

In the next 2 months I did get intensive training. I learnt how to cast spells, translations, make mixtures and so on. Remus was the best teacher, strict but fair with a lot of humour.

Then I started searching for the evil witch. I asked anybody I could think of. Suddenly a day – actually the day I turned 15 – my aunt remembered what the witch’s name was – Rushnelda. I could now search at the Internet. I looked at the yellow pages and search for Rushnelda. I found her old address, because she was dead 5 year ago. I decided to fly on my new broom to the address. When I came to the right address, I saw that it was an old and very ramshackle house. I kicked the door in and went into the living room, or what was left of it. There was a broken couch, a tatty coffee table and some neglect chairs. In the middle of the coffee table there was a white box. I took the box and put it in my jacket pocket. I walked further into the house. I came in to a room that I felt was fill up with magic. I used a spell to get stuff visible again. And puff... There it was...

A salami food?

No no it was the key! I flied very very fast home, and locked the box up. There it was, the incantation. I called for my parents and they ran over to me. I cast the incantation and we were saved.

And we lived happy ever after...