“How should I put this…” Jerrard pinched the bridge of his nose. “How is this.” Jerrard reached forward towards some of the books and scrolls in the middle of the table until he found a loose piece of paper that he deemed unimportant. “You see this paper? Think of it as time, space, material and astral composites, life and death, the meaning to exist in general. We have two sides to this paper. We’ll call this one the dark and this side the light.” Jerrard fussed with the paper on the table and Lunette nodded, eyeing it suspiciously. “Well, if we begin to fold the paper like so…” Jerrard’s hands then began to work at the paper, forming an intricate art with many sides to one collective center. “We see that there are many sides to the same paper, and as the paper, there are many sides to the same world. These sides are all the different planes to the same world.”
Lunette remained silent for a few moments. “And the center?”
“The center has two sides.” Jerrard flipped the paper to show how there are two centers depending on how the paper is sat upright. “This would be the mortal and spirit worlds. They’re the closest to each other, yet the opposite. Which is why we may see overlap, but never as only one side. These worlds are also always touching the other planes, and we may see some bleed into the others as well. So, that’s why we are assigned to make sure there is a good balance between everything.”
“So, what are you? Peace goers?”
Silas couldn’t help but chortle, “I think you people would consider us more like lawyers.”
“Yes, our clan works to evaluate and judge the different interactions between the worlds. On occasion, we also serve punishments.”
“So, what do you guys exactly do then? See if a ghost is haunting a place?”
“Not quite.” Jerrard corrected. “Actually, our current business that brings us here was because of the resurfacing of leviathans.”
“That thing that attacked you the first time we met,” Silas began. Jerrard took this opportunity to step away into the vast arrays of shelves as his brother continued. “We got word they were becoming more frequent around here, so we came to investigate.”
“And you also found me…” Lunette added. The blonde nodded and cracked his knuckles.
“This is a Leviathan, though I’m sure your memory is vivid of it by now.” Jerrard harassed, placing a large book in front of Lunette. The girl looked down to the pages, inspecting the illustration of the accustomed beast.
“Sea monsters said to be created by God. Once fierce creatures that ruled the oceans. Once humans started to rule the sea, they were pushed further and further to lower depths.” She read aloud, her finger tracing over words as she continued. “It says here that they have a false and true form? They’re…able to mimic creatures they have killed.” Lunette’s stomach twisted, her throat becoming dry. “This thing killed Jason…”
“Who?’ Silas questioned.
“Jason! He – He was a student at the school. He helped us drive around because we didn’t have a car. T-They said he died in an accident. But…”
“He was the one that picked me up that day. But…I guess it really wasn’t him.” Lunette recalled back to Jason’s agonizing face stretched out over the scales of the beast. She turned her head and body away from the book, gripping the old chair.
Silas watched her trembling figure curiously while Jerrard seemed unphased. “Yes, well, that’s why we’re here. To restore balance to the waters around East Port. It seems these creatures have been quite wiled up. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was because of you.”
“Me?!” Lunette’s voice rose in pitch as she glared at Jerrard.
“Well, your presence could have been the thing attracting all of these creatures here. You did it with the leviathan, wendigo, and the small spirits that roam around the town.” Lunette could feel the heat rising to her face.
“You’re saying this is my fault?”
Jerrard lifted his nose somewhat into the air, not taking any offense by Lunette’s aggressive attitude. “Yes.”
Lunette’s face twisted into a large frown and her eyes began to sting. How could she have been the one to cause Jason’s death? His girlfriend’s death. And the attack on her family. “Why me?” Her voice was quiet now.
Jerrard let out a groan as if annoyed he had to repeat himself. “Because you are a secular. You’re a witch with no personal or spiritual boundaries. You’re like a lighthouse rigged to explode, attracting everything to shore only to destroy yourself and everything. That is who you are. In truth, if we didn’t decide to adopt you, you would have been eaten by a large spirit like the Wendigo or continuously made a fool of and have your self-worth broken down by the smaller ones.”
“A-Adopt?” Lunette was dumbfounded. “I thought you all needed me so badly, not the other way around. And if I’m this loose cannon witch you keep saying I am, then why haven’t I known until now. Why can’t I… I don’t know? Cast spells, hex people, anything!” Lunette had been standing at this point, her eyes stinging more and more as she unloaded her frustrations.
Jerrard couldn’t help but be pleased by her reaction. “You have used your power though.” Silas cut in, standing up as well. “Before, when I couldn’t enter your home with the Wendigo, I couldn’t do it because you banished me from your home that night I brought you back. You put a spell on the house that prevented me from entering unless you gave the word.”
Lunette turned her glare to Silas, but instead of arguing, she peered down to the floor, trying to recall all the memories. She did find it odd that Silas had vanished from her room that night, how there was a mess left, and how he had been begging her to enter.
“It was quite a basic move though.” Jerrard continued, this time picking up and closing the large leviathan book. “It’s one of the easiest spell witches can make against vampires, so they don’t enter homes.” He then began to walk off to place the book back from where it came.
“I did that?”
Silas nodded. “You can do a lot more. We just, need to figure out how. I can tell you’re not happy about any of this, neither am I. When I sensed there was a secular here, I thought it would be someone who at least knew.”
“Right now, I think she’s best served to solidify us as a worthy clan in the underworld.”
Silas cocked his head and eyed Lunette “I guess for now since she can’t do anything.”
Lunette’s eyebrows furrowed more, irritation bubbling inside her. “What am I supposed to be doing?”
“Well, because you’re rather useless now. I think it’s best that while we work on your power management, you serve as a nice decoration to our image. Secular witches are hard to come by nowadays, having one in our direct line shows we are powerful. Whether they realize you have no control over yourself or not.”
“So, you want me to be a trophy wife?” Lunette scowled at the two men.
Both Silas and Jerrard remained silent for a few seconds. “Well…Yes.” Jerrard at last answered.
Lunette gave a dramatic and highly audible groan, throwing herself into the chair once again. Her arms crossed over to her chest as she continued to pout, mulling over the idea. They continuously spoke of her powers, how powerful she was, how she didn’t realize the extent, but never touched on how she could harness anything. Not only was she thrust into this situation unwillingly, she now had to be constantly told she was useless without gaining help. “So, what am I supposed to do then? How can I become a witch?”
“You are a witch. I think the question is, how do you become a great witch.” Lunette glared to Jerrard, he had been toying with her the entire day, taking pleasure in mocking her through every step.
“Great, just great…” Lunette let out another heavy sigh, “Let’s get started I guess.”
“Perfect,” Jerrard grinned, eventually dropping a stack of heavy weighted texts in front of her, the table creaking with discomfort. “Let’s begin.”