Andy was bored. Her teacher was going on and on...something about some monarchy in some country at some point in time. Really, why did it matter? That was so long ago, and it had no bearing on anything that was happening now. So who really cared? She certainly didn't. Now if they could liven things up a bit by adding a few wizards, some dragons, and some magic spells, well, that would be cool. Especially if there were some witches! She loved witches. Not the warty, cackling evil kind, but the good kind of witch. The ones that practiced white magic, and saved innocents. Like the sisters on Charmed. Now those were her kind of witches! Too bad she didn't have any sisters. Nope, she was an only child. She lived alone with her junkie mom, and basically did the parenting. She didn't have much of a childhood, and used books and TV shows about magic as her means of escape.
She sighed, and looked up at the clock, willing it to rush forward thirty-five minutes, so she could escape this bore of a class, and go home and escape to her own little world. She twirled her dark hair around a finger, as her green eyes glazed over as she slipped into her favorite day dream....
She was standing on the top of a hill, overlooking a small town that lay in ruins. The dark witches had struck again. She was too late to help, and even if she had arrived on time, what difference would it have made? She was too young, and had only just come into her powers. And the only person that could have trained her was her worthless mother, who had given up the craft so long ago, in favor of the herbs that kept her completely out of her senses most of the time. So much for being a white witch and helping others. All she did was mix her herbs, and entertain men from the village. What good was she doing for anyone? Why did she even have those powers if she wasn't going to use them? Andrea was determined not to become like her mother at all. Hence the recent foray into the neighboring town to see what damage the dark witches had done.
If only she knew how to use all of her powers! If only she had arrived sooner! If only there was someone to teach her! It just didn't seem fair. She stomped her foot in frustration, and turned away from the sight below her. She closed her eyes, and took a few steadying breaths. The wind whipped at her hair, and plastered her dress to her slender body. She lifter her hands over her head, and twirled, enjoying the feeling of the wind against her flesh. A hesitant smile curved her lips, and she raised her face towards the sunlight shining down from above. Her mood was lifting, and she was starting to feel better, when suddenly she heard a voice shout:
"Andrea! Get over here now!"
Her green eyes flashed open, and her brief good mood instantly vanished. It was him. Her mothers latest flame, and fellow herb addict, Thomas. She despised the man. Sure he was good looking, if you dug that whole broad shoulders, big muscles kind of thing. But apart from the looks, he didn't have much going for him. He was a jerk...he totally used Andrea's mother, for her herbs and her body, and the way he'd been eyeing Andrea lately had given her the creeps. She shivered, and wrapped her cloak tightly around her body. Then slowly started down the hill towards the bane of her existence, who sat smugly astride a large black steed.
"What are you doing out here, girl? Looking for trouble? The Dark Witches were just through here. Look what the did to that town! What do you think would happen if they came back to admire their handy work, and they spied you? A sweet young little White Witch. Out here all alone,with no protection. Just ripe for the plucking." Thomas said with a leering smile. "Besides, your mother and I need you at home, so get your little behind over here now!"
"Wow, Thomas. Your concern for my well-being is overwhelming. I'm touched." Andrea said dryly. "What ever would I do without you? Oh, I know live happily ever after?"
"I'll not be taking any of your sass young lady! If you know what's good for you, you'll watch that mouth of yours before I'm forced to show you what happens to bad girls. Now, get your butt up on your horse, and let's get out of here! Your mother's been kept waiting long enough."
Andrea sighed, but walked over to her chestnut mare. She patted her horses flank, then climbed into the saddle. She took a hold of the reins, and headed over to where Thomas waited.
"What, no snappy reply? I'm impressed." Thomas crowed smugly. "You'll learn the proper respect for a man before I'm through, mark my words little missy."
Thomas turned his steed around, and started the journey back to their village. Andrea urged her mare to follow, and kept her dark thoughts to herself. So wrapped up in her thoughts was she, that she jumped when she heard Thomas exclaim:
"Andrea!"
Andy jumped, and sent her text book crashing to the floor. Her classmates broke out into laughter, and she looked up into the eyes of her very irate History teacher. She smiled sheepishly, and then breathed a sigh of relief when the dismissal bell rang. Her teacher shook her head, but didn't say anything further. Andy hastily gathered her things, and then ran out of the classroom.
To Be Continued.....