It was almost like every other day, only difference is that as today I’m a full grown witch. “Tristan! Come down we need to discuss todays order of events honey!”, how sweet it is to hear the loud and mellow voice of your own mother screaming to get you out of bed.
As you may have noticed, I don’t fit in the typical stereotype of a witch, in short, I’m male, I have a thing between my legs to be precise and I was born like that. For my family (a long line of powerful witches) it is up to this day a mystery why I was born with celestial power.
Shortly after putting on some joggers and a loose-fitting black shirt I walk downstairs to greet my mother and her familiar. “Morning Mom. Morning Ada.” Both returned the greeting and I sat down on the table sipping from the fresh cup of coffee in front of me.
This time Ada, my mothers familiar, was in her human apparel and to be honest it was unusual to see her like that. She is beautiful with long black hair and super pale skin, the only thing that gave away her non humanness were her eyes, they still had the snake like slit.
Right next to her was my mother brewing a tee for her and Ada. She looked like me, or better said I looked like her with blondish hair and clear blue eyes, it was a common trade between celestial witches, she looked really young for being in her 40s already.
“Now son, happy birthday”, she gave me a kiss on my forehead and sat down in front of me, “Today is a special day for you. You will be an adult witch and have your first familiar. But remember your training doesn’t stop here. Well, sorry for being such a fun brake but remember tonight at 2 you need to be home and prepare for the ceremony. Till then, please celebrate as much as you want.”
“Thanks mom. I will make sure to be back at 2. Oh, and I wanted to ask you something.” I pause for a bit, looking into her eyes to know if she is in a good mood or not. I know she is keeping something from me. “Is there more to the ceremony than what you already told me?”
I waited for an answer, it felt like a million years, my mom took a long sip from her tee and answered after that. “I can’t tell you more. I really want to honey but the big 3 prohibited it.”
I just nodded, holding my coffee in both hands and taking sip for sip till the cup was empty. It was bad news that the big 3 were involved in this, the big 3 were always bad news for me. For explanation the big 3 are the most powerful witches in the whole witches circle and that means something. After the whole witch hunt (where mostly non witches were killed because witches were smart enough to flee) our population grew immensely.
The big 3 are very conservative, not in a religious way but worse for me, they hate men. Witches are normally default woman, that fight for woman’s rights and their witchcraft rose from the desire to protect each other and more importantly protect themselves from men. I’m not saying that men are good or anything, I too believe that man are trash as long as there are still woman being raped, threatened and killed for not doing like men want. But here comes the thing about the big 3, they hate me. Yep, they despise me for being born a man. Honestly, a lot of times I wished to be a girl only to be accepted.
Anyways I hope now it is understandable that I associate the dumb 3 with problems.
Still I’m excited about getting my familiar, my destinated soul.
After eating something and showering I sat in front of my mirror to make myself ready to head out. I looked in the mirror, the first thing I did was putting on a head band to take away the stupid hair out of my face. Next, I prepped my face with the usual serums (a witch needs to take care of their appearance) and after that I got to the make up bit. Even as a guy I can still use make up to look good, some of my other male friends do too so I never saw a problem in that. I applied some concealer a bit of brow gel and finished with a soft brown eyeshadow to create a good contrast between my eyes and skin. I may sound skilled but I can rather paint a horse than do a cut crease or worse draw a good wing.
Finishing with setting spray I now move over to doing my hair, it curls really loosely and still is all wet so I just part it on my right side and let it air dry. It is on the longer side of short hair.
Now on to the finishing touches, what am I gonna wear? And yes, I noticed that my phone is ringing like crazy, am I late? Sure. Do I care? No. I just pick a random blue jean and a black mock neck shirt. Finally finished I speed downstairs, give my mom a kiss and Ada too, to run out of the door. “Sorry for being late guys”, I quickly apologized to both of my best friends standing in front of me waiting at the garden entrance.
“Always late, like usual Tris. Come here and let me hug you.”, my friend Isabelle, the best girl on earth, hugs me tightly. She is smaller than me but her really curly hair put up in a bun make up for the height difference. The hair tickles me. Her skin is melanin infused and she honestly looks like a goddess with her brown eyes and dark skin but what really makes her shine is her fun and outgoing personality.
“Don’t forget me now will you?”, my other bestie says in a faked sad way. He stands there with his arms open ready to receive a big hug.
“Alright Oliver. Stop crying now I’m all yours.” I move over to hug him, lift him up and spin him around. He is the same height as me but a lot skinnier than I am. He has Asian heritage but he once told me his is such a mixture of cultures and races that even he has no track of it anymore.
“Yeah yeah mister Buff stop showing off and come we have to catch the movie that you wanted to watch. Because of mister always late and Buff we need to hurry or we won’t make it.” After saying that Isabelle starts walking, while Oliver and I need to catch up to her. She is a fast walker with her short legs.
I personally wouldn’t consider myself buff but jut well trained, it is a requirement to be fit as a witch and because of that I started to enjoy going to the gym. My mom told me that she hates me for that because now she seemed lazy in comparison with me.
“The movie was great guys but please boys stop crying.”, Isabelle pointed at us while scolding us for our manly tears. (Or that’s what I think she is doing, can’t see it because of my manly tears)
“You have a heart of stone Isa! How can you not cry when the cute kids die and all hope is lost? I hate war movies why did we watch it again?”, Oliver tried to defend himself and I nodded in strong agreement. I wanted to watch the movie because it is a masterpiece and they said it is going to be sad. Sad is an underestimation.
After a whole five minutes of me and Oliver crying over the young boy and his little sisters death, we gather our strength. Better said we were forced to do so or Isa would have left for real.
“Sorry guys.”, I said between sniffing, “Let’s get some Ice cream. I will pay.”
Both agreed, who would say no to free ice cream anyways? So, we went to my favorite Ice cream Place The Blue Moon. I remember going here my whole life for good ice cream.
We entered and sat down at our usual spot at the window, we were lucky to get the spot. Most of the times it was taken. “Guys you can take the expensive stuff. Remember I pay and I extra saved some cash for this. Today is the day to get whatever you wanted.”
“Thanks Tris but you don’t have to pay shit. I will pay it for you, it’s your birthday you should be treated.”
“Shut it Isa! I will pay everything.”, as usual Oliver and Isabelle started to argue and I had enough time to choose from the delicious looking cups. I guess this time I’m going for the black cat cup, it is a mixture of black dyed vanilla and coffee ice cream.
Some arguing later both looked at the card, the argument was set on hold, and choose their cups. Isabelle took the kissing suns cup; it contains yellow colored ice with melon and a lot of other tropical flavors. Oliver took the fruity cup with a lot of, as you may guess, fruit flavors.
We called the waitress and told her our order, she wrote it down and went back to the kitchen to give them the order. “Guys, I’m so fortunate to have you as my best friends.”, I felt the need to say that to them. Both looked at me with eyes as big as plates. “Are you going to die tomorrow or why are you telling us that.”, Oliver asked chuckling amused. Isabelle joined the laughter. “What he means is that you don’t have to tell us, we already know that. Besides we are luckier to have you than you having us.”
Well there was my chance to be emotional. I won’t die tonight, or at least that is what my mom told me. The ceremony is pretty safe but there are always cases where the familiar won’t accept the witch and try to attack them before creating the bond of eternity. That is what my cousin told me. And more important my cousin told me that life changes after the ceremony and it changes drastically.
“Earth on Tristan? Your cup is here so eat it and let me have a bite.”, it was Oliver that woke me up from my thoughts. That’s right, now is not the time to sulk and think about the ifs. “Hey, it’s my Ice cream. Stay away from it.”, that’s what I said but at the end we shared everything together.
“So, honey? What is next planned?”, Isa asked while at the end paying for the ice. I planned something and that for a long time already so it’s now or never.
“Let’s go to the park near my home. I have to tell you something.”
Oliver looked amused into my direction. “We know that you are gay. You don’t have to out yourself again.”, Oliver is so stupid sometimes.
“Are you stupid? It’s something more important than that.” This time Isa couldn’t shut up. “What is more important than the handsome Mr. Sport teacher aka your first crush.”
I seriously want to smack her good, she always brings up my shameful past. In my defense the teacher was really handsome thought.
We kept laughing and to my expenses still talking about my old crushes, it got worse than just a gym teacher. Ten minutes later we almost arrive at the park but something was off. I got a bad feeling, so I looked around to search for the cause of it. Call it Witches intuition.
“What’s wrong tris? Is something bothering you?”, Isa asked following my gaze. I shook my head and we kept walking in direction bench.
What was that? Sounds like a cat. This time I stopped walking and looked for the cause of the noise.