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Weekly Photo Challenge: Pure

Not politics, religion; not money or guns. Answer deep and pure, in our heart, soul; our Earth and Sun. ~~~ Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. (WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high tech.) Pure

The Loud foot steps of Mr. and Mrs. Smith came pounding down the stairs.

“What is it honey?” both her parents responded in sync. 

Mona began to hesitantly reveal the cream file from behind her back, and tossed it at her parents. When they saw the “CLASSIFIED” label written across the top they look at each other, and a petrifying look came across their faces.

Mr. Smith took a step forward.

      “Well you see we wanted-” spoke her father. He couldn’t finish is sentence, for he felt ashamed looking at Mona’s troubled face.

     “What your father is trying to say is that we love you dearly, and we never meant to hurt you” Spoke Mrs. Smith, Mona’s mother.

     “Oh please, stop with all of this sentimental nonsense, and tell me what this file means!” Mona spoke rudely. “Why does it say Angela Versachi is my biological parent?”

Taking a deep breath Mr. and Mrs. Smith collected themselves and began to speak.

 Mr. Smith began to speak saying “We were great friends of your mother Angela; she was just as beautiful as you are. There was an old witch named Agnese, who was exiled from the witch council for disobeying the rules, and was out to kill her. Sadly this was true, Angela was found dead few months after giving birth”.

Mona laughed and said “w-wait a m-minute, did you just say witch? Ha-ha is this some sort of lie you guys are trying to create to make me feel better? I mean do you actually expect me to believe in witches?”

 From the facial expression that her parents had she could tell that they weren’t joking around. They were dead serious.

       “We aren’t lying to you, matter a fact us too used to be witches. But our powers were striped when we vowed to become your guardian, for it is forbidden to raise another witch’s children. But before your mother was killed we took an oath to become responsible for you two if she had died” explained her father.

        “Your mother told us that you and your sister were going to be special, unique in away. You two are going to possess greater power than any witch has ever seen. According to your mother you will receive you full powers on the night of your eighteenth birthday”.

        “What did you mean by you two?” Mona said as if it were a question.

        “Yes, you weren’t the only child of Angela Versachi, she gave birth to two twin girls. It was you and Elaina, identical in every way. We couldn’t risk the endangerment that you too would’ve been in if you stayed together. So we separated both of you, we took you while another witch guardian took Elaina”.

 Mona stood motionless and pale. She was in a state of emotional distraught, tears streamed down her face forming a lake of water.

 Mrs. Smith staggered towards Mona and hesitantly said “Mona you have to listen to us, for this is very important. Agnese still lurks out there waiting for the news that you two are still alive, so that she can bring upon you a fatal incident just as she did too your mother”.

 “Where is she? Where is my sister?” Mona asked as tears escaped her eyes.

 “Everything we know about Elaina’s whereabouts is included in the file” said her parents.

 “But we can discuss this and other matters in the morning. I know you feel betrayed and hurt because we have lied to you for the past seventeen years, but this isn’t the time” said her mother”.

Without responding Mona swiftly ran up the stairs and into her room where she began to weep.