#blgen12

VADA- “I thought this was the right thing to do, I have already told Micah to not use his gifts...I must explain to him....We will learn more of our gifts, the right way to use them, and teach others.”

ELIAS- “YES!  That is the only way that we will survive, Grandmother....I know you thought this was the right thing to do, and no one blames you, that is why all of the ancestors came to me and gave me the power to come back to the past and help you see what you have to do.”

VADA- “As much as I don’t want to, I need to become the coven master.  Take over for Baron now that he is gone, and bring more into the knowledge and allow them to flourish...correctly.”

ELIAS- “Exactly. And yes, there will be those that will continue to use the gifts for their own desires and wishes, but you will have enough of those that a true witches that can overcome anything that they try to do. You can be this generations, Bella Goth.”

VADA- “I don’t know about all of that, but you are right.  Our ancestors are right. We must try and help others to learn their true powers, and how to use them for the good of all.”

ELIAS- “You understand then?”

VADA- “Yes, Elias, I do understand, and thank you for giving me this second chance to make things right.”

ELIAS- “Thanks all goes to those that came before us.”

With that, I knew I had convinced her, and I had to go, quickly. I went to the coven house and opened the book of Shadows, and brought the portal to go back home....

ELIAS- “I have come here to warn you.  Warn you that you can not cast this spell, or curse to dispel magics, and not allow your people to practice their gifts...it causes a great war in the future, that effects your son,Micha, and myself, and the entire magic world.”

I tried to explain as quickly as I could, as I knew I didn’t have much time, but I could also tell that she was confused by all that I just said.

VADA- “How did you know what I was about to do?”

ELIAS- “As I said, it effects all of us, all of your family in the future.  The dark witches are close to taking control, and it all carries back here, to this day.  I know you think this is the right thing to do, Vada.  I understand your pain and your anger. But you can not cast this spell, and not allow those with gifts to practice. From Bella down to you today, all of our ancestors have had the ability to give of their gifts.  Once you ban them, people will no longer feel safe using them, and those that are born after this, they have no knowledge of what they have been given. Many turn into the darkness and shadows to use their magics.

VADA- “But so many have died, so many of of people. Each generation had felt the tragedy of magics.”

ELIAS- “Yes, and they will continue to do so, but if you cast this spell, they can not gain the knowledge they need to use them correctly, and darkness takes over. Think of all the good over the centuries that our gifts have done. Please, you must not do this.”

VADA- “So you are telling me, by me banning the use of magics and casting the spell, that it doesn’t stop our people from being killed, and have to deal with the pain that using the gifts have caused.”

ELIAS- “To the contrary, they continue to use them, but for the wrong reasons, and because there are so few that know of the understanding of using them for the good, they all slowly become dark witches, and practice dark magics. They are in the process right now of trying to find our Book of Shadows, and if they do---

VADA- “And if they do, they will all be destroyed...Oh, how could I be so selfish to think that by doing this, it was finally going to end our pain and heartache.  To find out that by me doing this could ultimately destroy our linage is more than I can bare....”

The look on Vada’s face told me the story very quickly as to where the portal brought me. She had just buried her husband, and her father’s son.

VADA- “Micah, I know you don’t understand everything, and I want you to listen to me, this is very important.”

MICAH- “I understand mother. Father was taken from us.”

VADA- “Yes, and we need to go on without him.  It is not going to be easy, son, and I know how lost you must feel right now.  But all we have left is each other. We have to change things.”

MICAH- “I don’t understand what you mean by changing things.”

ELIAS- “Grandmother?”

VADA- “What?!  Who are you, how did you get into my home??!!  Are you a dark---

ELIAS- “No, Grandmother, my name is Elias Boedell, I come from the future.”

MICAH- “Okay, I will do whatever you need mother.

VADA- “You can no longer use, or study your gifts, son. I want you to understand that this is the only way that we can stop this tragedy that continues to plague our family. I want you to live a long happy life and have a family of your own someday.  In order for that to happen we must refrain from all magics.  Your father is gone, because of the misuse of the gifts of others.  He tried to stop it, and it destroyed him. We must do this Micah. Tonight, I will cast a spell that will keep this from happening any longer, but you can not change it, or go back to using any gifts, do you understand?”

MICAH- “Yes, mother, I understand. No more magics.”

VADA- “No more magics...EVER”

Micah watched her as she descended from the steps leading from his house. He was so confused by all of this. He knew that she was right though, Dante was his son. He remembered that night, and other nights he was with her. But what troubled him was the fact that he now couldn’t really trust her.  Did she get pregnant on purpose? Knowing that her offspring could very well be a powerful witch?  Was it her aunt’s plan? Or was it truly a mistake of passion....he may never really know, but he knew he was going to have to tell Elias.

She stood outside the house after Micah retreated back in. She spoke with her mind....

The conversation across the street, was on a much lighter, happier note. Micah was being taken in my his long lost love, and their own stories of their childhood.

MICAH- “Speaking of the attic, remember that time you and I went up there to try and find something we could wear to the costume ball. We needed to find something for the 60′s to wear. Mother said she was sure we could find something up there..”

MAGGIE- “Oh, yes, I do remember. It was scary up there. Very little light, and I swear I think someone was watching us...”

MICAH- “It was just all those old portraits, Maggie. You remember that day then?”

MAGGIE- “How could I not remember it Micah...

MAGGIE- “It is scary up her Micah, let’s go back downstairs....It is also musty up here, and tons of cobwebs, which means spiders...

MICAH- “Grandmother said there are spirits that are up here too...”

MAGGIE- “STOP IT!! You are really freaking me out, Micah!”

MICAH- “I like scaring you Mag...”

MAGGIE- “You are just being mean, come on, let’s get out of here, we are not going to find anything to wear to the ball up here, and even if we did, it is so old it would probably fall apart!”

MICAH- “You know, your are even more beautiful when you are scared. It makes you look more vulnerable, not the tough Maggie Jones that you want everyone to see.”

MAGGIE- “Keep me up here any longer, and you will see just how tough I am Micah Boedell!”

MICAH- “Show me...show me how tough you are Maggie... go ahead”

MAGGIE- I tried to get by you and run down the stairs, but you grabbed me.... and then it happened....

MICAH- Yes.... Our very first kiss. and what did you do?

When I look at this old house, it brings back memories. Some of which I chose to forget. This was my mother;’s home, and her father Cyrus’ before that and his father Abraham.  Thymian Boedell, Abraham’s mother received this home from the coven. The coven that Vada would later,almost die to protect.  Many years before her, this home was built by a very wealthy man, for his wife.  His name was Simis. Simis Bachelor.  His wife, Jocasta was not from here, but from Europesims.  He met her on his many travels and brought her here to be his wife. When their second child was born, he built this house for Jocasta, and their children, Michael and Bella...

Bella, grew to become a very well known and powerful force in Willow Creek, and in the coven, rising to be the Coven Mistress for many many years.  She married into the coven through her husband, Mortimer, whose very own mother handed down the title of Coven Mistress to Bella,, her daughter-in-law, instead of her own daughter, Morgana. 

Over time, the Boedell’s and the Goth’s became intertwined by marriage and many years after the death of Bella, this home was in the hands of the Coven, and was given to Thymian to live, But she hardly had much time here. Since then pain continued throughout the family line. Heartache, death and tragedy.

My mother, Vada, changed that.