Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not know, nor am I in any way affiliated with Billy Boyd, Elijah Wood, Dominic Monaghan, Viggo Mortensen, Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman, or any other celebrity who might appear in this fic. This is all a sheer fabrication of my mind.


Under Your Spell




Chapter One

Violette

There is a legend that I have heard all my life, a myth set with the backdrop of springtime. You know the moment, when the trees are green with life, birds are chirping, and new flowers are growing proudly from the earth. It is said that if you succeed in finding the first violet of the season, rich with its purple and lilac hues, you will be granted the dearest wish of your heart.

So, it came to be that twenty-four years ago my mother found this prime flower. As it turned out, nine months to the day she discovered the blossom, my mother's wish was delivered in the form of a baby girl whom she promptly named Violette.

And, that is how I was brought into this world, as a treasured gift from a springtime tale. Insert the rolling of eyes right here, I guess. But, that is how my family is, we are...eccentric...to say the least.

My mother loved to fill my two sisters and my head full of marvelous tales and fantasies. And, it was not in vain; these were things we needed to know, valuable roots to our education. But, I guess the reason for that can be explained later.

My childhood was a lovely experience, growing up in that big, rambling black gabled house on top of the hill. The memories are so poignant and thick across my soul. Eighteen years I spent there, treasuring each and every one.

My dear mother, silly fool that she is, and all her quirkiness come to my mind. Her given name is Belladonna, which is rumored to be the plant of the devil. Only, those evil connotations don't go with dear Mama at all. Oh, how she loved and protected her daughters, spreading her arms over us just as a weeping willow's branches. She made us happy, made us feel beautiful, always a supportive, strong woman to look up to. But, she did have her flaws, a main one that she never let on to, one that would cost me dearly some day.

Back then, I was ignorant, and ignorance was bliss. I went to school each day and came home to a loving, caring family. My papa is a dear man, hardworking, with a wild thatch of chocolate colored hair upon his head. It never falls in place, always making him seem disheveled and crazy looking, an appearance that can only be described as Papa. He is not as weird as Mama is. I think his feet are planted firmly on this Earth and his mind is not given to flights of fantasy. Which is good, every child needs a steadfast figure in its life. I could always count on Papa.

Yet, life always throws surprises, and it was during my teenage years that I caught my biggest one. It was just after my thirteenth birthday that I began to feel different. I had been teased at school a lot, and, of course, that granted me a sensation of alienation.

Yet, I still felt like I innately belonged, until it happened. There was a horrible math test one day, and if there is one thing this girl cannot do, it is mathematics. Fidgeting in my seat, I felt this strange sensation come over me, almost like an aura of impending doom. I began to feel cold surges shooting through my body, and I know my skin paled at least three shades. I looked up nervously, glancing at my teacher. I could not understand what the mad numbness was that was claiming me.

At that moment, I placed my hand to my ear...a nervous habit of tugging when things became too hectic. The minute my fingers reached my lobe, the entire room froze. Now, you might ask, what does that mean, exactly? Everyone was still? Well, yes, and no...you see, each person in that room became frozen in position and no movement was possible.

I was horrified, jumping from my seat and gazing around. What was this madness that stilled all my classmates and left me free to move as I pleased? A cry tore from my lips, my fingers pulling on that ear again. And, everything became how it was once more. My teacher looked at me in surprise and requested that I take a seat. Terror lingering in my eyes, I sat back down, uneasy for the rest of the day.

When I got home that night, I stayed in my room, nervous, and crying. Mama came to me, as she oft did, to sooth my teenage angst. I figured she would laugh; tell me that I had dreamed the whole affair. Sometimes, I wish she had. Instead, she hugged me and explained that it was time for me to acknowledge the truth. Carefully, she led me up to the attic, which was her workspace. None of the children were allowed there, and I was thoroughly confused as to why I was granted access.

And, I can assure you, my eyes nearly popped out of my skull when I saw what was up there. Dusty books as far as the eye could see, bottles and jars full of herbs and unidentified things, and the shining centerpiece of a clear, crystal ball in the middle of it all. I looked at Mama, a million questions shining in my big eyes. That was when she revealed it to me, one of her big, dark secrets.

"I am a witch," she admitted, "And, you, my dearest Violette have inherited the gift. You must learn to embrace it."

If you think that was probably the biggest surprise of my life, then you would be wrong. Events and moments much more shocking were soon to follow, but, they are for another time.

I'M THE FIRST FAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:yahoo

This is so great Amber dear!!!!

That imagery and writing was just fantastic! I loved it!

I'm so excited for this fic to take off. :)

Yippee!!
Witchy story has begun!

I can't wait for more!

~Stacy~

2nd fan 2nd fan!!! :yahoo hehe
I was so excited to see this up here and I must say it was a wonderful thing to read before bed!!!

I am in awe. Your writing is so beautiful and I just loved that part! I had to quote it ^_^

This is just too good for words! I can't even begin to explain so all I can do it this... :bow: Bravo dear Amber!! You have me hooked already!

:hug:
Christi

Yay! I read it ! I loved it!! I love witches and i'm so exicted to read this at last!!!

This is poetry... I loved it... I can't believe how you know to put those words into metaphores...

Good way to name a girl ;)




I can't wait to read the next part. Please, post sooN!


Kisses
Andie

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Dear Hecate, you posted!! :hug:

How bad I needed this... well, my dear Vee, it is beyond amazing. Sorry I cannot give you a proper reply, but my test is starting in minutes and I have to go.

I love this, and I'm giving you some feedback asap. :wub:

Okay, first of all:

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's up!!! Just what I need after a long day!!!

Secondly: Wow. Seriously girl, your writing just gets better and better. The language you've used here, and the images you've created are SPECTACULAR, and I can already sense that I'm gonna fall totally in love with this character you've created here. Seriously man, this is to die for, and I'm ANXIOUSLY awaiting more honey!!! :)

Jaime

Ack! I'm so excited to read this, but ... it's seven am and I must jet. God, I hate school...

I'll be back! :eeek:

WOW That was a great start I can't wait to read more

I love the begining you established the witchness well. Sorry thats a really crap explination of what I mean but I really can't think of a better way to put it.

I love Violette chatty nature. Really great so far.

Anneka

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! *runs around in circles screaming* It's hereeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Okay, I am just a a bit excited about this. Can't you tell? ^_^

Amber, the descriptions in this first chapter are amazing. I love how you describe where Violette gets her name.

But above all this bit really got to me...

A sense of foreboding? I think so. Lovely description.

Like the other girls, I am already hooked and can't wait to see where you take us with our new witchy friends.

:love:

Copied out and getting ready to read, love! I'm so excited! You've started!

:yahoo

I'm back!

Oh, this IS pure poetry, as so many have pointed out. I just want to squee!!!! You get better and better with each story! :bow:

Hee hee! So, I’m a silly fool – I love it! It’s almost the antithesis of my personality. People think I’m so serious, and I am sometimes. I can’t wait to see what kind of quirky I am :laugh: :laugh:

I can only hope I’m doing that with my real “kids”!

Sigh… Can I have him for real? Please? Please? Can I? ;)

Aw, girls!!! :wub: I love you all so much! I must say, I was all excited over the 'poetry' compliments. I tried really hard to force those opening words together in a nice way. lol. I'm glad my efforts paid off. Thank you thank you thank you for the comments! :love:

Now, another introduction chapter before we jump into the storyline. I hope you all like!

Intro to the second witchy sister:



Chapter Two

Sage

Sometimes, I wonder if I am cursed. But, really, it couldn't be possible. I mean, I have performed the curse-breaking spell before, burning my sandalwood beneath the waning moon. And, yet, the horrid luck that visits me each and every day is like a hex upon my soul. Maybe I'll run a protection bath tonight, although I don't know if I have enough lavender to make it worthwhile.

So, I talk in riddles you say...no, it is just what Violette and I like to call witch speak. She is my elder sister, the one who helped me enter this world of magic. It was quite nice to have one who understood me so well. And, yet, I don't know if anyone could actually understand me. It is part of my curse.

You see, when a witch turns eighteen years old, her predetermined gift is disposed upon her. I always wondered what mine would be, hoped for something lovely. Violette's was spectacular, after all. The witch can heal! Oh, just a touch of her nimble fingers and any scratch or bruise you have will disappear. It seemed like a lovely power to have, I ached for something similar.

But, what I got was not a beloved gift. On the day, I ran up to the attic, and sat on the floor, channeling all my young teenage powers and opening my mind to receive what I so greatly desired. Then, it hit me. A strange voice chanted in my brain, speaking of things I did not understand. Dark whispers told me of how I would have an utter and complete grasp on the conscious and unconscious thought. I would read people, know just how they felt and thought. I could take but a brief glimpse into their mind and realize their entire soul. It shook me, my brain began to ache. And, then, it was over. I was left, weak and afraid, shaking on the floor.

So, the instant I felt strong again, I wanted to try out my present. I went downstairs and found Violette. Looking in her eyes, I pierced her mind. I read her thoughts at such a fast speed it scared me. I knew every moment of joy, every ounce of love in her body. This seemed so great, I was feeling better about this power of mine by the instant.

Until, the dark secrets flew into my mind. I saw Violette's pain, her weakness. The way that each time she used her healing power, it sucked away from her own precious life. That was when I knew that a witch's gift is a contradictory present. Even though it makes us mightier, makes us in control, there is a horrid downside that shoulders itself inside our subconscious.

My downside was the pain. For, while I could share everyone's deep joy, I also shouldered their agony. And, the evil! If you only knew the cruel and heartless people out there. Anytime I am on the street, I can hear their voices, chanting inside my head. Mumblings about rage, murder, and savagery. It hurts me, it weighs on my back till I can take no more.

Sage is my name, the designation my mother gave to me. It means wishes and wisdom. People burn sage to strengthen the ability and tone of the conscious mind. I definitely need not to have that strengthened for me. It is a paralyzing fear that overtakes me each day, constant voices jabbering in my head.

So, I had to withdraw from this world. Make myself scarce, there is too much evil and pain, and I cannot have it all on me. I stay in my home, mostly, my sisters the only companions I seek. When it is just I and one to two other people, I have gained the skill of blocking out their minds. I don't have to look inside, read their emotions. It is big crowds that terrify me...too much at once, you know. People might say I am wasting my gift, by blocking it away. But, I would rather waste it than hear the tormenting beliefs of this ravenous world.

Maybe you understand why I think I am cursed. Only, you never could understand. You could never even imagine what it is like in my mind. And that, is something you should be deadly grateful for.

Wow, girl, this is awesome!!! I love it, the way you write is amazing! You definitely have a new fan! Keep up the good work!



Luvs,
Jinx!

I've seen the banners around and I was intrigued, I know how great your fics always are so I saved to read when I have more time. :) I'm sure it'll be spectacular. *hugs*

:heartbeat: Pat

Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Oh, how much I love this! See, although I knoew what was coming, it is such a treat to read it.
The girls are right to point out how poetic this narration is, because you deserve to know! It's sobeautiful and full of glittering imagery... *sighs*

Now, to the chapter. It's scary how much you know me, to be ale to squeeze my true self even in such an intriguing character!
Sage has a gift/curse I can relate to: communication. Why would I study interpretation after all, were it not to 'read people', like you said?

Then, to teh pain making her shy away from people... oh, I can relate! I was like this until some years ago, not too many honestly. I can see poor little Sage afraid of peopel because she's affected by their presence, really!

And, she is so into magic nevertheless... and you know what? If I could have such great elder sisters (and mummy!), well, jabbering voices and headache won't scare me. I'd switch places with Sage right here, I swear!

:love:

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
You had me sucked into that chapter girl! It was so good!

I think being a mind reader would be kind of cool but, the pain. I can see where Sage wouldn't like that.

:cry:
The poor witch. I don't envy her.

~Stacy~

New reader alert!! I love the story! I was like 'Damn, how come I never get into stories like this.' Actually all the stories people put me in are great....You left me speechless. I was like 'Whoa I missed 2 chapters!' Amber, you've done it again. You always make me so addicted to your stuff. Much Luv ~Alli~

Oh, wow. Don't have much time to reply, but I love this character. She's a lot darker than what you usually write, but I love it, I love her, I love YOU!!! lol Beautiful, darlin'!

Wow...

It's amazing, I love how you make her gift so real. Let's face it, I don't know if I'd like to know evrything and everyone... and you put it that way...!!

You used magic spells... I love magic spells!! *sighs* I want to be a witch

So dark...'

I love it ol'sister! I love it!!

GOD! So beautifully written! I feel so bad or Sage!!! This is going to be such a good story, I can already tell!

Poor poor Sage! Oh, that gift is both a blessing and definitely a curse. Even, for Vi, the healing ability, to have to be counted on so that, if you did mess up, you'd have hell to pay and disappointment and...

I can't deal with that...I could never.

Am, you are so amazing, your writing and everything about it. The words absolutely flow and just... :bow:

Post more soon, babe! I'm really anxious for the other sister. (This kind of reminds me of Charmed, but yet its totally Amber.)

-:love:-
Samma

*blows kisses* Thank you, my dearest of dear girls. I'm happy you're all enjoying Sage. She's my feisty one. :yes:

Okay, so last sister introduction here....also, I won't be able to post this week, for we are going on a mini vacation. But, I'll be back around next week with more! weeeeeeeeee!

Chapter Three
Meadowsweet

It is funny to find that I have made it thus far in life with the events that unfold around me. I guess you could start off with my name. Oh, that's a ridiculous little number there, and make no mistake about it.

Bless my mother, with her dear, peculiar heart. How she loves herbs and studying from her dusty old books. And, so, being the oldest of her three girls, I was the first to bear an herbal name. Oh, Meadowsweet, how I cringe to hear it aloud! If anyone could ever damper my spirit, it would be one who calls me that!

Personally, I think I have it the worst. I mean, Violette could be a normal name. And, while Sage is bad, it is nowhere near Meadowsweet. The only saving grace I have is shortening it to Meadow and trying to appear like some sort of hippy, flower child.

But, Mama insists it is the name I was destined to have. She says it is entangled in my cheerful spirit. It does have a lovely meaning of peace, tranquility, and happiness. People even crush meadowsweet on the altar during their wedding to ensure a long lasting marriage. So, I guess I should be proud to bear such a positive name.

I am not.

In fact, I don't like to think of the meaning behind it. I don't like to think of the uses of herbs, or these spells and potions my sisters seem so into. They despair over it, after all. Constant whines on how they need the power of three to make it through. Well, tough luck. I will not lower myself to that level. I will not let magic surge beneath my fingertips. I will fight it everyday, if I must.

I am not a witch, mind you. Sure, it struck me in my teens same as the younger girls. Weird emotions, strange sensations of power. I could do things no one else could. But, I didn't want it!

I only desired to be like everyone else. A young woman, making her way through life as best she can. I don't want to snap my fingers and travel from one place to another. I don't want to be able to change the weather, or throw out curses. I only want to be normal. And, obviously, I am a grave disappointment to my witch filled family. Sometimes I think only dear Papa understands me. He is, after all, just a mortal man, no enchanted spirits surround him.

And, that is how it came to be that I never accepted my witch's gift. I didn't want it, I went to college instead. Mama cried over it, bemoaned how I had rejected my heritage. Piss on that. I don't think I was meant to be a witch. It does not flow through my veins strongly as it does with Violette and Sage. Their power has an intoxicating effect on them, I know they would never give it up, even with the pain it brings them. And, I acknowledge, if I chose that life, it could bring me greatness, but also a spiked ball of misery and guilt to wrestle with each day.

Right now, I am happy, I am full of joy. I don't need these supernatural moments in my life. I have something better than all the magic in the world. And, I won't do a damn thing to jeopardize that. Even if it means throwing away my power forever and ever. After all, being a witch isn't all its cracked up to be. I only need my broom for sweeping.

Wonderfully written! I really enjoyed it. I love this story!

I just love how that is worded! Well done!


Keep up the great work!
Luvs,
Jinx!

Ooh, yet another great sister character!! I grow more and more intrigued with every chapter! And have fun on your vacation darlin!!

The line about needing your broom for sweeping was a killer!

I understand Meadow's attitude, after all: magic for her was an imposition, and she must have the right to decide how to live her life!

Despite this, i consider it very dangerous to reject such a great part of yourself.
We should make her change her mind!

:love:

I love these new chappies they are brilliant I love the discription of each sisters power and how it affect them brilliant. Have a great holiday.

Oh wow! You really have me pulled in with these characters. They are all so different, but so much alike in the same aspect! I love it!

More greatness...and I would expect nothing less of you :) lol Well I just wanted to drop a short review for you...loved it lots! I gotta run now though b/c the food in the kitchen beckons me...~Alli~

WOw! I am a new user and am just BLOWN AWAY by your magnificent writing skills! Turly, I have never read such spectacular literature in all my life! English is my forte, you know, and you have captured all the beauty of language in one perfect story. Now I know what perfection truly is. You've changed my life and inspired me and I am eternally in your debt.
I really look forward to the future of this story.

I'm speechless, I am without speech.

Infinite X's and O's.

Love,
Cupcake

Guh, Meadow is a nice name... lol.

:lmao: That part completely cracked me up. It was so perfect!!

I love this story! I can't wait for the next part :D

Thank you, my darlings! *blows a witchy kiss* :laugh: I'm so glad you all enjoyed my character introductions. Now, we can get into the real story. Oh, and I did have a lovely time on my vacation, thanks for the well wishes!

Chapter Four
Violette

Rushing down the street, I am desperately trying to make it to the bridal shop. Horror of horrors if I were to be late! Hecate knows, Meadow would never let me hear the end of it.

I can assure you, since the moment Meadow and Viggo got engaged; she has been a raving mad lunatic. Eh, scratch that, I can be kinder about my sister. Let's just say she is simply nuts. Yes, that sounds better.

As I walk, quickening my pace, I feel that strange jolt to my system. Letting out a groan, I freeze in my tracks and wait for it.
"Where are you, Miss?" the voice floats in my mind.
"Damn you, Sage," I answer with my brain, "Get out of my head!"

But, no, my youngest sister is not about to leave. You know, as she often says, it is so much easier to contact Meadow and I through our subconscious. It has no voice mail, as cell phones do.

"She's freaking out because you are late, Vee," Sage's voice warns, echoing and bouncing around in my skull. Ugh, you see! She speaks of Meadow and her bridal freak attacks.

"Tell her I'm coming, alright," I shriek aloud, tapping my temple in emphasis for Sage to keep her power to herself for the moment. I breathe a sigh of relief a moment later, as I realize she has left my system. It is only then I spot the man on the sidewalk before me, shooting a strange look in my direction.

"Hi....,umm, hello," he stutters in some strange accent that I cannot place. Staring for a moment, I realize he does not find me crazy for talking to myself. No, I think this chap is making some strange attempt at flirting with his flushed cheeks and hesitant words. He's cute and everything, but I don't really have the time.

Nodding, I start to march away when I happen to cross his eyes. They are a startling green, and for a very confusing reason, my heart does a flip-flop. I do not like this feeling at all. Better be on my way!

At last, that silly dress shop is before me. So, maybe I am about twenty minutes late. Meadow shall live. I waltz to the back to find Sage dressed in...pink! Letting out a screech, I burst into laughter till I think tears are streaming down my cheeks.

"Just you wait," Sage grumbles, throwing quite an awful face in my direction.

And then, my darling Meadow floats out of the dressing room, all princess-like in a white gown. My eyes widen, and I hear Sage clap her hands together happily. Meadow blushes and walks to a mirror to examine the wedding dress. She truly is beautiful, and I know it to be because of the great happiness she holds in her heart. I can sense it radiating off of Meadow, even when she is far away. Viggo has made her indescribably content.

"What do you girls think?" Meadow asks, her eyes shining.
"I love it," I proclaim loudly. Sage is swift to agree, while Meadow does a little twirl in the long skirt. She catches my eye and jerks her head towards a dressing room.

"Your bridesmaid gown is in there," Meadow says. I would like to argue, for I don't much feel like trying on dresses at the moment. But, Meadow has the crazy Bridezilla look going, and I am not one to go up against something like that!

Walking into the dressing room, I shut the door behind me. Lazy, as always, I snap my fingers and the pink gown is upon me. I don't have time to literally put it on with my hands, pifff, and why should I?

Waiting a moment or two for good measure, I then breeze out. Sage and Meadow are before the big mirrors, so I join the line up. As I study my two sisters and myself, I am once more hit with the fact that there is scant to no family resemblance between us.

Meadow is the golden child, with pale, corn silk hair. Her skin is this delicious creamy white color and she has the loveliest blue eyes I have ever seen. So like Mother in appearance, it is funny how different they are personality wise. Easy going Meadow, not a witchy bone in that body compared to dear, eccentric Mama, flailing around her magic spells as easy as they come.

My eyes move to Sage. I like to call her the 'feisty one.' Blame it on that wild, flaming red hair that billows down from her head or that quick temper. She obviously inherited the hair from Mama, as well as the angry psyche. Yet, I find Sage to be beyond entertaining with her sarcasm and sharp wit. Her pale eyes meet mine in the mirror and I can hear her mocking voice in my head. 'fucking pink dresses,' she says.

And so, it is with a smile on my lips that I focus on my own reflection. Yes, I am the different one. I don't really resemble anyone in our family, not Mama, not Papa, not even a distant cousin.

It is strange, actually, and always made me feel like I didn't belong on some level. But, then again, I guess it is what makes me unique. I have midnight black 'witch' hair and alarmingly violet eyes.

The sisters would tease me when I was little that my eyes matched my name, as Mama would insist twas destiny due to the entire violet flower tale.

Whatever it was, I always sort of wished for a pair of plain brown eyes. That would be easier, I'd bet, since people are always commenting on how wide and bright my gaze is, nearly to the point that it unsettles them. I guess it is something I cannot help at this point. Come to think of it, that guy on the street was probably afraid of my eyes. Yes, I am sure that is why he stared.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Sage jabbering along to Meadow.

"Are you sure you want pink bridesmaid dresses? There are lots of other nice colors," Sage is saying, trying to connive innocent Meadow.
"Well," our eldest sister hesitates, "I guess you two could try on other colors."

My head turns to Sage and our eyes meet. Yes, Meadow just made the fatal mistake. My hand lifts on its own accord and I snap my fingers. The dress I wear turns to a deep, dark purple. I can see from the corner of my eye that Sage now models a crimson gown.

"What the hell?" Meadow screeches, pushing us angrily into a closed in dressing room, "Are the two of you nuts? Anyone could have seen that!"

Sage and I are laughing a bit maniacally, high on that juice of power we just expelled. Meadow is scowling, as always, disapproving of our magical antics.

"Why can't I just have normal sisters?" she groans aloud.

"Oh, normal is so boring, my sweets," a voice announces. We, all three, look around, seeing no one. Less than a second later, our mother materializes before us.

"Sweet Mary, mother of God," Meadow complains, "I can never catch a break. These two are changing their dress colors while Mommy dearest is teleporting in. Christ!"
Mama's face smiles, while she moves to chastise Meadow, "Now, now, dear. If you're going to swear, you know not to do it through Catholicism. You need to go for the gold, use Hecate."

Meadow rolls her eyes and pushes out of the crowded room. She is easily ruffled, but just as quickly is willing to forgive us. After all, she is the kind, good-hearted one.

Mama studies Sage and I before pointing with her crooked finger. I look down to see I am now garbed in an emerald green gown.

"Perfect!" Sage and I say together. Mama laughs and pulls us outside.

We hang around the bridal shop for a while longer, discussing the wedding details. And, I find it funny that even surrounded by all my family, my mind is wandering. The green dress I have on keeps reminding me of the eyes of the man from the street. What was so important about him? Why can I not get his image out of my mind?

It is a strange thing to wonder about. For, a witch never has idle thoughts. There is some meaning behind his personage, and I am determined to seek an answer out.

And, for all of you thinking the solution is simple and I am just infatuated...piss off!

Ooh, lovely little insight into the sisters' relationship there. I think Sage is gonna be my favourite...it's probably just a redhead thing though! lol And methinks that poor Meadow's wedding isn't going to run smoothly...

:laugh:

Brilliant

I would love to be able to just snap my fingers and the dress will be on. That would be kewl.

Brilliant chapter I love how you showed the family relationship, and you added just enough mystery about the man to make me wanna read more to know who he is.

*claps* I wanna be a witch! *claps* I wanna be a witch *claps*

I love this. I love magic stories, I love magic itself...

:) You made my day, thanks

Amber, you're genius!
:bow:

I love this idea! Poor Violette just walking down the street and Sage pops into her head! :woot:

This is so amazing! Your writing is A+ babe!

~Stacy~

Oh, I've missed far too many chapters!

I love reading all about my "daughters"! :) Such a wonderful mix of personalities! Sage with her "gift" that is far from it. Violette who heals others but has to accept harm herself. And Meadow, who refuses to be a part of "the family business"! What fun!

*** insert silly little cackling laugh here ***

And a wedding! To Viggo no less? Lovely, lovely! And I do wonder about the sweet little man on the street with the intriguing green eyes... Whom might that be? *wink, wink*

Amber... You've done a whole lot of homework for this one, as you always do. It's incredible. :bow:

This is so fabtastic!

*tip toes in* Psst! *whispers* I really don't have time to be reading another fic *muffles laughter* But I couldn't resist! So here I am :) And I love it (of course!) :D. A wedding; yay! And Sage's whole hearing thoughts things is facinating, I've always pondered about the morality, and consequenses of such things (in the context of fics that is :P) Eesh, it's great :) I can't wait for more! *end whispering*

*runs out back quietly* You never saw me ;)

*gasp* I've missed so much. Yikes!

Amber, my goodness, I love this story so much. It is my new lova lova.

Ah, so we now have met all three sisters, and how different they all are. I love it. Just because you are related doesn't mean that you are all similar. All three of the girls are so different from each other, each special in their own way.

Of course, Sage and Violette share the bond of accepting their witch heritage, but personality wise they are so different. I love how firey Sage is. Such a firecracker she is.

And then there is dear sweet Meadown (I don't blame her for shortening her name...Meadowsweet - EEEEEP!). Rejecting the witch side of her. Part of me can understand why she does this, but yet I am worried that their maybe some ramifications because of this.

The whole scene with in the bridal salon was hilarious. I loved it. Ah yes, Meadow as bridezilla. It happens to the best of brides. ^_^ There were too many great quotes to discuss, let's just say I was busting a gut the whole time reading it.

Ooooh...and then there was the mysterious green-eyed man on the street. Interesting that he struck such a chord in our dear sweet Violette.

Awaiting more witchy goodness! :love:

yayyy! I'm so happy everyone is enjoying. It makes me giddy and bouncy! Now, let us continue into witchy fun.....


Chapter Five
Sage

Wandering out of the bridal store, I call goodbye to my two sisters. All through the dress shopping fiasco, both Meadow and Violette were preoccupied, to say the least. I need not ponder what is on Meadow's mind. Ever since she met Viggo, she has been consumed with him completely. It's sort of sweet, actually.

On the other end of the spectrum, I am not sure what Violette was thinking about. Of course, I could have peeked into her mind, but it is sort of a rule of respect for me not to peer inside my sister's brains unless they are aware of it and willing. It is a nifty means of long distance communication, after all. I can't give it up completely.

As my footsteps echo down the street, I wrap myself tightly in a coat. People brush by me, their thoughts screaming loudly in my head. It's not long before I'm wincing, feeling weak from trying to block it all. As I've said before, in situations with a small amount of people, I am capable of keeping all their thoughts from my brain. It is crowds that get to me. Their worries over their lives, families, and jobs float through my mind. I hate this feeling, I am overwhelmed.

In a rush, I walk towards a little known magic ship, called Enchanted, just a few blocks away. I can seek my refuge there, as well as pick up a few things I am running low on. Those voices are jabbering on and on in my brain. Really, I must escape.

The bells on the door jangle when I walk inside Enchanted. The owner of the shop, Starla, greets me warmly, a smile upon her lips.

"How are you, Sage?" she asks, "It has been a while."

I study her for just a moment before responding. Starla is really such a cute girl, with shiny red hair and sparkling blue eyes. At times, she can appear younger than she actually is, what with only being a little over five feet tall. Yet, it only takes one look into her soulful gaze to know that she has experienced a lot in her years, and knows quite a bit more than she willingly lets onto.

"Yes," I agree, at last, "Things are good. Just shopping for a few items."
"Well, you know your way around," Starla says, "Holler if you need anything."

Moving away from the counter, I let my eyes roam the shelves. Starla has such a wonderful shop here. Not to mention, she is probably the most trustworthy person I know outside of the family, of course. You're likely thinking that since Starla owns a magic shop, she is a witch.

Hmmph, not necessarily.

I mean, she can throw out a few simple spells now and again. But, her real gift is what my sisters and I like to call 'the touch.' Starla has the ability to bring out the magic in anything and everything. She just sort of wills it to be so and then it is. Naturally, this is why she owns the magic shop. She brings all the things she sells to life with their own charms, makes them full of spirit and capable of being used in spells.

It is a special gift Starla possesses. Mama says it is a rare thing to see in this age. Most probably it was something passed down to Starla from an ancient relative. Whatever the case is, Starla is a valuable and powerful friend to have. Plus, she is super nice and fun!

I stalk through different aisles towards the back of the store. Much to my dismay, there are many customers in the shop this day. It is stealing a lot of my concentration just to block their thoughts away. Piss and damn, what did I come here for, anyway?

"Ooohffff!" I yelp, as someone slams straight away into me. Irritation rises inside and I can feel the fire sparking my eyes. Yes, I rush easily to anger. So what? Meadow and Vee call me the volatile one, after all.

Even with the force of impact, I am able to keep my balance. The same cannot be said for the gentlemen who smacked into me. Gathering my smugness around me, I open my mouth to shoot off a smart, insulting remark to this klutz. Sadly, his own voice rings in the air, ruining my chances.

"Oh, Miss, I'm terribly sorry," he stutters, jumping to his feet in a haphazard fashion. Critically, I study him. He has got long, dark hair that curls to his shoulders and his deep brown eyes are blocked behind a pair of ridiculous glasses. The man possesses an odd, tall lanky body.

Based on the surface, I cannot imagine why in the hell a man like this is in a magic shop. He looks more suited for a seat chained in front of a computer, where he can wile away his hours in a deliciously geeky fashion.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks in concern. My eyebrow arches up and I toss my hair over a shoulder.
"I think not," I utter haughtily.
A large, goofy grin breaks across his face, showing relief. This is sort of a strange fellow, I can tell.

"Is that your natural hair color?" he asks curiously, pointing in a rude fashion at my tresses. I glare. How dare he question my glorious red locks? Why, they are my ultimate favorite thing about my appearance.

"Yes," I snap, in an icy tone. Brushing past him, I continue on my search. Oh, but if only I could escape!

"I'm Orlando, by the way," he babbles, following me like a puppy dog. Only, this dog is not sweet and endearing. He is more like a nuisance to my already running thin patience. And, besides, I bloody hate dogs, anyhow!

I try and ignore him, but, fuck, he keeps talking and talking. In a blind rush, I grab the lavender from a shelf, desperate to escape this aggravation known as Orlando.

Starla waits on me when I reach the cash register.

"Sage, I see you have met Orlando," she exclaims, a teasing light in her eyes. I grimace and peer over my shoulder.

Hell!

He is right on my heels, that infernal dog waiting for a treat!

"So, that's your name," he states with a grin, "I was wondering."

Please, Hecate, help me.

Quickly, I grab my checkbook and scribble out the amount. If I didn't have a slack-jawed idiot breathing down my neck, I could have filled out the check with a twitch of my index finger.

"Oh," he yelps in my ear, "You live on Ruby Road! My apartment is just two streets over."

Well, that's just bloody fantastic. Now, the deranged puppy knows where I live. Snatching the bag with my purchase off the table, I call out a quick goodbye to Starla. When I exit the magic shop, I breathe a quick sigh of relief that Orlando does not follow. I cannot stand innocent, open people like him!

I guess if you thought on it, you would understand why. Envy, pure and simple, for that carefree quality I can never have again. Being a witch can suck serious warts, sometimes, and make no mistake about it.