Katy spent the rest of the night trying to use her magic to try to escape. She had luck as she performed the magic, but none whatsoever with the escaping part of her plan. The only time the door opened was when Riley came and brought her food. She thought that may be her way out. After all, he did think that the room stripped her powers until she left it. If she could do a spell to stun him then she might be able to escape or exit the building enough to teleport back to the school.
Katy sat and waited for the next morning, for Riley to come to the door with her breakfast. She knew exactly what she would do, and she hoped it worked. She did not have to wait long, just after dawn Riley entered the room. But already Katy knew something was wrong. He was not carrying her breakfast. He carried the journal. The very one Katy knew held the truth locked in its grasps. She needed to get it from him. Or risk the truth forever being destroyed.
Katy did not think she just took all of her energy and threw a binding curse at Riley; she used all the power she could feel in her body and soul. At first it seemed to work. She was able to scoop up the journal, as Riley dropped it as he dropped to the floor. She was out the door and down the stairs before Riley had hit her with a binding spell of his own.
His was so full of Air power as soon as the curse hit the journal it fell to the floor and opened and out came the voice that they both knew. It was their father.
“I had a prophecy vision today. The day my young wife announced the impending birth of our second child, and now I have mixed feelings about this birth. It went like this: She of your own blood shall bring about your fall and destroy the evil that resides in your family’s line. Pure of heart is she and pure of soul she shall always be. Never forget the blood of your past destroy her before she grows strong, before she reaches her twenty-first birthday she must perish or the evil that has set this family shall be no more. Don’t forget my warning; write it down in your journal so you are always reminded. Always trust in yourself, do not trust those that are not family, make sure your journal is safe where she may never find it. HIDE IT here at the school within these walls it shall be safe. So, I have hidden it, but something is stopping me from having Senka end this baby. Something that has long been lost within me, my ability to love, has been awakened. And this baby is a part of me. Could the prophecy be changed? No… Then I will wait until the child is older to destroy her.” The journal which had floated in the air dropped down to the ground.
Katy noticed the binding spell no longer held her still, but what had been heard was. She knew the truth now. She turned to run and ran right into the two people she never wanted to see again. Her father Richard Solomon and his brother, her uncle, Wesley Solomon.
“Now where do you think you are going young Katherine?” Wesley spoke and grabbed her by the arm. Thankfully, he did not see her wand which Katy quickly hid from view.
“You both lied to me. You said she was the force of evil that my spirits had been telling me about. You both are liars!” Riley had turned white as a ghost and after he stated that he knew Richard and Wesley had lied, ran from the house. Nobody knew where he went. Katy saw him teleport from the window, she wished she had thought of teleporting. But before she could make another thought a binding curse had been placed on her from one of the other two.
Richard turned to go after his son, but Wesley stopped him. “Don’t go Richard. Riley will be back, and soon. If not then you always have your twin boys, Alexander and Nathan. They are pure blood Air anyway, unlike that half-blood Riley, even though he showed great promise.” Wesley said as he started to move down the stairs and into a basement.
“He is my son, Wesley.” Richard said as he followed behind, he would do nothing to stop Wesley from his plans.
Katy said nothing she tried hard to read their minds, Richard was a good blocker, Wesley was not, either that or he did not care. Katy heard his thoughts of how once he killed her, he would start his bid for power, first by buying off the other guardians and then killing the elders. Katy was sick to her stomach and she had to do something. Even if she died, she could not let this man live and do what he wanted to do. There was no way that she could let him leave the basement. Even if she would never see those she loved with her soul. Who kept her in check, who loved her. She knew that now that they were in her life to make sure her soul stayed as pure as was prophesized.
“Well, so is this young witch, she is your daughter, and you are saying nothing about the fact that we are now going to kill her. So, we can rise to power. So, she doesn’t destroy this family. This is what happens when you let your emotions get in the way. Senka was a mistake but at least you made up for that by marrying Cora. She is a much better choice.” Wesley said as he stopped to open the door to the room that held only death.
“Look, I don’t see why we can’t just strip her power?” Richard said as he turned and locked the door.
“We tried that, with the room your first wife built. Her power could not be stripped. If she hadn’t gotten past Riley, I would have kept her in that room until we got her to see our point of view. A witch of this power in our power, who loved us as blood and family? Our planned overthrow would go off without a hitch. But instead she had to be pure and so powerful, that a room designed to strip the most powerful of beings of power did not work on her powers, they were only weakened. She will have to be killed if our plans are going to work.”
Nothing more was said, Wesley let go of Katy and moved to the other side of the room, he grabbed Richard as he went, and dragged him along side of him. “Now Richard do you want to do it or shall I?”
Richard looked sick, his barriers fell and every thought and feeling he had, ran into Katy’s open mind.
Katy almost cried out with the pain of feeling all his thoughts. She had not even tried to read him since she felt the first walls of his mind, but now she felt those walls as they caved in and opened his mind. Katy saw that he did not want to kill her; she looked so much like her mother, his soul mate, and so much like him. And the power she held was great and should not be wasted. How even though his want of power had consumed him, there was a flicker of love still left in his heart for the daughter his wife had taken from him so many years ago.
He remembered when he went to Senka with the prophecy, and suddenly it was like Katy was teleported back to the day, his memory so clear.
“Senka, honey, maybe it may be the best if we do not have this child. I have had a vision my love.”
Senka turned from the sink where she watched the vegetables peel themselves as she waved her wand to start the gas stove. Katy was at once was struck by her beauty. Her long black hair so much like Katy’s own, her dark eyes almost black just as her own, Katy thought she looked just like her mother, with one exception. Their skin color. Where Katy’s, and by extension Reilly’s, was tempered by the paleness of the Solomon line, Senka’s was not tempered at all. It was a golden russet that had pink undertones. She was gorgeous. “Whatever you do you mean Richard? Our young unborn child is full of power. I have noticed a surge in mine so profound, that I wondered if I was carrying twins. But the medicine woman has assured me I am just carrying one.” Senka went and sat down at the kitchen table and her husband, Richard, came and knelt before her.
“Honey the prophecy, was how she would be dark she would destroy our way of life. We can’t risk our lives and young Riley like that. We should end the pregnancy. Either that or wait until she is older, but that might be harder.”
“I think you have already made up your mind to wait dear. You were never a powerful blocker. We shall wait and see what happens, sometimes prophecies are wrong.” Katy had seen something flash across her mother’s face; it was so quick that Katy was not sure she even saw it. But her mother’s eyes had flashed red.
And as sudden as Katy saw that flicker, she was moved into another memory, it could not have been long afterwards. It was Wesley, he had come home. Home from the prison in which he had spent several years.
“Brother, what is wrong?” Katy watched as her father spilled every secret to his brother. Even though Richard knew what he would do.
“We shall just kill the child then after she is born and if Senka has an issue then we will just kill her as well.” And as soon as the sentence ended, she was taken to another memory.
Richard held the newborn Katherine Lillian Solomon in his arms. She took after her mother, much as Riley had, she was so beautiful. Perhaps, just perhaps, Senna was right. He could train her the Solomon way, and she would rise the power of their family. From there Katy was thrown into another memory.
Richard had come home from his job at the school, she saw his bag, he had homework assignments he had given the students, he was the Magical Defense professor and that made Katy sick. How could her father had taught children to fight against Dark and Evil magics, but have given into those same magics? How could he blacken his soul with evil, then go to Bridgett’s each day and tell students how to defend against the same magic he had chosen? Did he teach them well? Or was it all to gain power by weakening generations of warlocks and witches?
He found the note on the kitchen table, he sat down to read it, knowing before he had opened it Senka had left.
‘My love I have ran, you can never kill this child. I love her no matter how black or white her soul is to be. Perhaps from my leaving it will undo and break the prophecy. I love you, don’t look for me.’
Katy watched as he went to the phone and made a call to the Guardians, he reported that his wife and infant child had gone missing. Then he called the school and quit. His last call was to Wesley. “She left. We must find her. It must be the power of the child. You are right we have to destroy the baby.”
As soon as he completed the last sentence, she was back in the basement with the very men who wanted her dead since before her birth.
Kris Charles - Author 