Maldoria.

　　Unknown.

　　"Evening Larose," I waved my hand at the young lady that walked by me on the street. It was night and the two moons were full and nearly overlapping. The blue and silver light of the two mixing in the air and creating a special glow that happened only once in three month.

　　Today is Laforza. A celebration held once in three months in some covens here at Maldoria.

　　It was the night when the spirits of the ones who have gone before us have a connection to this plane and they cleanse the covens of evil. It was also the night when a Mage can channel the powers of ancestors to make a wish come through.

　　I wrapped my scarf around my face again as the wind blew it. I was walking back to my house now, closing my store earlier than usual.

　　My mind drifted to my kids and I felt a sore in my heart. Today is a day that's supposed to be joyous, funfilled and I'm supposed to be spending time with my kids.

　　Instead, I'm lonely and when I'm supposed to give myself the day off, I had to open the store so I'll not be idle. Now I'm going home, not to my kids, but to a lonely house and a lonely bed.

　　Maybe there were all right and it wasn't safe for me to be around my kids. I can't imagine what I'd do if I'm with my kids when I have one of episodes and hurt them.

　　My father knew this and he took them from me. He also wanted to ensure the safety of the clan members so he gave me a house at the far end of the clan's territory. Although, he wasn't my real father, I was the closest thing to a family he had left and he took care of my kids, twins.

　　The episodes I have are times when I have power surges enough to kill anyone 3 blocks away from me. I could feel that power all the time, but there were times when the power torments me and makes my blood boil.

　　I loose control and my body start creating spells on its own: dangerous spells.

　　Some said it was because I was a result of an adultery and my mom gave birth to me on a night such as this one when the ancestors had the power and chance to punish her sins.

　　I don't know if that is true, but it's not fair. I'm not supposed to pay for my mother's mistakes and moreover, she and my real father were executed in the clan's cemetery.

　　Because of this same curse, I lost the only man who ever loved me and the one I cherished so much. My betrothed, Jackson.

　　It was two weeks after we found out that I was pregnant. We went to the woods together that day when my episodes started. We were in a small brick building given to him by his grandfather and the power surge and spells shook the house from the foundation.

　　I told him to run away but he wouldn't because I couldn't move and if the building collapsed on me, I would die.

　　He took us out of the house, but it was too late when my body activated a fire explosion that killed him. We were far away so he died before I could recover or before anyone could heal him.

　　I finally got to my house and I climbed to the front porch. I walked to my door and opened the door. As I got in, I stopped by the wall and I switched on the lights.

　　I dropped my bag on the couch and took off my scarf, also dropping it on the couch. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the kettle and opened some water into it through the tap. I placed it on the cooker and switched it on.

　　I walked out of the kitchen and went back into the sitting room. I took off my the light jacket I wore on my dress and hung it on rh the door.

　　I could easily do so many things with magic, but I try as much as possible to live a mundane life. I realized that the more I use magic, the more frequent the episodes I get.

　　I walked to the kitchen as I heard a hissing sound and I turned off the cooker.

　　I opened the cupboard and took out my coffee. I grabbed a mug and after rinsing it, I added a little bit of cold water, mixed some coffee in, then I added my boiled water.

　　I picked up the mug and sipped a bit of the coffee, sighing loudly.

　　I felt tears sting my eyes as the realization that I would be always lonely hit me. I would never be able to stay around my children for long because of the fear of hurting them and I killee my own Bethrothed.

　　I miss Jackson. I wish I can see him even if it's just for a short while. I suddenly dropped the coffee mug on the kitchen counter as a realization struck me.

　　Wish! Today was Laforza. What if I channeled the ancestors and use their powers to see Jackson or maybe even bring him back.

　　Another realization struck me. If the ancestors had really made my mother pay for her sins and condemned me to this fate, why would they even lend me their power and grant my wish.

　　Still I have to try. I ran out of the kitchen and went to my room. I opened my closet and took out a jar containing Jackson's ashes.

　　I set it on a table and walked to the drawer beside my bed. I took out there candle sticks and walked back to the table.

　　"Infamatus," I chanted, lighting up the candles and I set them on the table.

　　I opened the jar containing Jackson's ashes and poured a little of it to form a little circle around the candles.

　　I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, stretching out my hands.

　　"Vinestros Illawarra jevestrum Lucie. Vinestros Illawarra jevestrum Lucie," I chanted and I felt the air around the room tense up. The wind began to blow violently and the windows kept making noises as the wind pushed them.

　　I felt my mind shift from this plane and vibrate across different planes as I reached out to the ancestors.

　　"Vinestros Illawarra jevestrum Lucie. Vinestros Illawarra jevestrum Lucie," I chanted and my head bent backward, my voice deepening as I struggled to make a connection. There was a warm feeling in my nostrils and blood began to trickle down my my nostrils.

　　I could feel the presence of the ancestors, and I felt resistance, but I kept struggling.

　　"Selena. Selena........" I heard my voice being whispered and echoing across planes.

　　As I continued, blood began to flow out of the corners of my eyes and I began to see image flashes and tiny bits of visions.

　　The ancestors. They were trying to talk to me.

　　I gasped and I suddenly let go as visions flooded into my brain. The wind stopped immediately and the flames on the candle went on.

　　"No! No!" I cried and hit my palms on the table. They didn't grant me my wishes!! I just wanted to see

　　Jackson and talk to him, but I was blocked out.

　　I felt the blood running out my eyes and nostrils dry up and disappear.

　　I began to process everything I had seen when trying the connection. I thought it had been handled. I remembered the entire magical race trying to complete that mission, and I had been too unstable to join in.

　　Why show me a vision of the Tribrid ending the world if he had already been killed. I remembered seeing some flashes of an ancient writing and I got curious.

　　My palms glowed and soon there was a pen and paper on the table. I picked up the pen and hurriedly began to put down the pieces of the writing I remembered.

　　I finally dropped the pen and I opened the side drawer, taking out a small knife. I winced in pain as I cut my palm and let my blood fall on the paper.

　　"Tranlatirum." I chanted and my blood spread all over the paper, gradually thinning out until the writings were once again visible, this time in English.

　　I widened my eyes in surprise as I read what was on it. It was a message from the ancestors.

　　The Tribrid was still alive and they wanted me to end him. If I am successful, they would bring Jackson back to life for good and end my curse.

　　I smiled at this. I would do anything to have this done so I can finally have the complete family I have always wanted.