Time passed and a flight attendant woke us up. Hayden was lying sideways with his head in my lap.

“Where close to landing, you need to sit up and put your seat belts on.” We nodded at her and did as she asked. When we got off the plane Hayden and I went to get the luggage while Mom and Luke went to rent a car. We drove through Dublin and Clifton before we boarded a fairy that was owned by the school. I got out of the car and walked over to the railing. The ocean was so beautiful, sparkling in hues of blue and green. A soft breeze ruffled my hair. I closed my eyes and let myself drift. The water lapped agents the side of the boat splashing little water droplets on my legs. Being on the boat and looking over the water makes me feel as if time has stopped. I looked at the enclosed in sitting area for guests and decided to go check on everyone. I found Hayden passed out in a chair is feet stretched out across the floor and crossed at the ankle. His head dropped forward so his chin was resting on his chest. Mom was also asleep her head resting on Luke’s shoulder. Luke had the newspaper he had picked up at the airport in his hands and was reading it over; I took a seat next to him.

“They must be really tried to be able to sleep like that,” I said to Luke. He put his newspaper down and looked over at them.

“Yes, they must be. I’m a little tired myself from all the traveling.”

“Luke, can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“You and Mom say that your witches. That were witches but I never see you do any magic.” Luke chuckled at me.

“You see your mother do magic every day. Rose is a kitchen witch with the affinity to feel what others are feeling. Well, the actual term is arcane kitchen witch and I am an arcane ceremonial witch.” A look of confusion must have crossed my face because he chuckled at me again. “Let me explain. An arcane is a birth type. It’s just a fancy word that says we are witches through blood. That we were born this way, there two different types of witches blood born witches and made witches. Made witches are just normal humans who are very interested in witchcraft and mess around with it.”

“Okay, so what do you mean by kitchen or ceremonial witch?”

“Well, there are seven different types of witchcraft. A kitchen witch, a witch who is good with herbs, potions, and spells, like your mother. There are also British traditional, Celtic, ceremonial, electric, solitary and healers. You’ll learn more about each one when you start school and get into your classes.” we talked for a while about my classes and how the terms worked. When he finished explaining I got up and walked back outside to breathe in some more of that ocean air before we docked. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going when I walked into a wall… whose arms caught me from falling to the ground? Wait that doesn’t sound right. Walls don’t have arms, I looked up to find a guy’s face very close to mine.

“Are you okay?” the guy asked in a deep velvet voice, I jumped back from him.

“Yes, I’m fine thank you,” I said nodding my head as fast as I could. Jeez, aren’t I the charmer. I must look like a bobble head. “I’m such a klutz. Sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a shrug of his huge shoulders. I nodded at him once more and walked around him and over to my spot on the boat. I took a seat dangling my feet off the edge and resting my head on the cold metal railing. I watched the water roll and flop, closing my eyes I let the sounds calm my nerves and relax my mind. “Do you like the ocean or are you sea sick?” My eyes popped open when the honey sweet voice of the guy I had run into before sounded next to me.

“What, ah yes I like the ocean.” he dropped down next to me.

“That’s cool.” He said and smiled, a chill ran down my back. “You walked away without telling me your name.”

“Do you get the name of every girl who crashes into you?” he grinned at me.

“Only the pretty ones.” I could feel my cheeks getting warm. Which I know means my pale skin is turning into a deep red blush.

“Lily. My name it’s Lily.” he held out his hand to me and I took it in a short shake.

“I’m Blade.”

“Blade?” I asked. What is he a character from Buffy? Oh gosh, what if vampires are real too? I don’t know if I can handle that.

“What you don’t like my name?” I shook my head.

“No, it’s fine. Just not something you hear every day.”

“My given name is Jacob. But all my friends call me Blade.”

“Why's that?”

“I’m good with a knife.” The way he said it kind of scared me. He looked to be about my age or maybe a year older, so how does a sixteen-year-old get good with a knife?

“Lily we’re pulling up on shore, Luke wants us to load into the car,” Hayden said loudly as he walked over to me. He didn’t look happy, I guess his nap didn’t help much. He held out his hand so he could help me up.

“Hayden this is Blade. I literally ran into him so we started talking.” they shook hands in a way that looked like it had to hurt, they were squeezing so tight.

“Nice to meet you. Come on Lily it time to go.” Hayden wrapped his arm around my waist and led me away.

“It was nice to meet you, Lily,” Blade called to me as I walked away. The island we arrived at was breathtaking. Outlined by a white sand beach and covered with trees, we took a long stone road into the forest. I recognized a few of the trees that lined the road and followed into the forest. Like the bird cherry and the willows. Seeing the willows made me think of my tree at home and gave me a calm feeling.

Even here I’ll be able to climb a willow tree. As the road went on it opened up into a field of wildflowers. Yellow, red and white flowers waved in the breeze, seeming to go on for miles. We kept driving until the road widened and turned into a circle.

We parked next to a bunch of other cars that had people climbing out of them. In the middle of the circle drive was a very large fountain. In the middle of the fountain stood three beautiful women. A young maiden holding flowers, a pregnant women with her hands on the swollen belly and an old women dressed in long robes and a look of intelligence in her old wise eyes. I felt a kinship to the three staunches like I was meant to know who they were. I turned towards the school and I swear my jaw dropped. It’s a castle. The place was built with a gray stone, the walls covered in windows and a large single door that was made out of a red wood and had to be about a foot thick. We walked into what I could only guess is the grand hall. It was filled with people. Hundreds of them, way more than I expected to see. We gathered around with all the other students and their parents to wait for the introduction to start. A tall woman with long auburn hair and dressed in a lavender dress that had a full skirt that came to the floor, a bodice that was tight and bared her chest, shoulders, and arms; stood on a balcony that seemed to protrude from the wall and float in midair. The women spoke loudly over the roaring crowd. Her beautiful voice capturing every one’s attention.

“I would like to introduce myself. My name is Adisa and I am the priestess of Cerridwen Danu.”