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Separated but Together

By Charlie and mostly Kris (AKA @scaramarii)

Prologue

I wasn’t really there when my parents divorced. I just remember my mom yelling at my dad. I’m Amelia by the way. I’m twelve years old, and a witch in training. I know it sounds crazy, but let me tell you the whole story.

Chapter 1

We were friends for a while. Now we’re stuck together in a magical forest , but it’s not like we want to be. For you to figure out what happened to us, we have to go back a while.

It was mid-August, and school had only started a couple of weeks ago. I was very popular. Not for long though. I was getting ready for my first period class.

“Hey, Amelia! How are you doing,” she yelled across the hall. I hate when she does that. Emily was still my friend, but there were things about her that just ticked me off sometimes. The way she yells for me, she listens to me sometimes, and she breathes a little loud.

“I’m good, but why do you have to yell?” I found it annoying how loud she was.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Whatever.” And then, all of a sudden, the bell rang.

“See you after homeroom, Amelia,” she said.

“See you,” I said back.

My homeroom teacher is Mrs. White, while Emily’s is Mr. John. I like Mrs. White. I mean, she’s nice and sweet. What’s not to like? She even baked us cookies once, which was super sweet. But Emily told me that Mr. John is mean and strict. She says that sometimes he will put people in detention for a whole month if they don’t follow the rules. It was brutal. I went to the classroom and the first thing I saw was a substitute teacher. It was Mrs. Johnson, one of the MEANEST substitutes I’ve ever had (I had her as a substitute in third period once). She made us stay quiet the whole time she was there, and if we dared to make a move or sound, she would slap a ruler down on her desk. It’s SO annoying,

We did attendance, and morning announcements, and then just sat there blankly, doing nothing. Then I got bored, so I passed a note to my other friend, Hazel. I wrote, “Psst, do you want to play hangman?”

She passed me a note back saying, “No, and we should not be passing notes.” And I got a little annoyed at her for that.

But suddenly, somebody came into the room. She looked really cool. She had white silverish hair, but it looked metallic. Her clothes were black, but the sleeves were see-through with metallic dots on the sleeves. She was wearing a black skirt, and black tights.

“Hello Mrs. Johnson. I am Mrs. Grace, and I am going to be your sub instead.” The whole class cheered. We were finally getting rid of our mean sub.

“EXCUSE ME?” Mrs. Johnson looked livid. Hazel and I held back laughter.

“What? Do you think this is a joke? Frankly, you look like one.” Mrs. Grace had a smug smile on her face, though her storm gray eyes bore into Mrs. Johnson. “I imagine that your father thought that your mother cheated on him with an alien.”

Mrs. Johnson's face pinched in an odd way.

“Really? You dare disrespect me?! You look like a teenager with that outfit! If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were sixteen!”

Mrs. Grace’s eyes darkened, so they looked less storm gray and more sea-during-a-hurricane blue. Weird. She suddenly whipped out a piece of paper that she shoved on the desk. As Mrs. Johnson read it, her face took on a look of shock and rage.

“Fine.” She stood up and stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. Mrs. Grace looked amused.

“Well then.” She spread her arms. “Are you not going to introduce yourselves? I saw that your other substitute had the attendance papers, and I sort of need those.” Her pupils glinted white and her iris’ flashed purple. I looked at Hazel and saw a look of confusion on her face.

“Did you see that?” I asked her.

“See what?” “Her eyes. They were-” suddenly, I was interrupted.

“Girls in the back, would you introduce yourselves first?” Mrs. Grace said after writing her name on the board.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Her eyes are normal. I’m sure of it.” She didn’t sound so sure.

“Whatever,” I whispered back.

After I introduced myself to her, Mrs. Grace looked surprised. When class ended, she said “Amelia? I’d like to see you for a moment.” I wondered what I’d done wrong. Was it what I had said about her eyes? Or did I miserably fail an assignment? I did that a lot.

“Yes ma’am?” I kept my head down.

“Look at me when you talk to me.” I looked up, and Mrs. Grace didn’t look mad or concerned. She looked amazed. “I take it you saw my eyes change? Don’t mention that to anyone else. Non-magic folk aren’t supposed to see that.”

I stared at her. “What?”

“I’m a witch. Not a teacher. That paper was just a trick. I’ll show you who I really am tonight. And I’ll show you who you are. Bring your friend Emily.”

I started to protest, but I remembered the times when I caused something weird to happen. And frankly it was a lot “Alright.”

Chapter 2

As I waited for midnight, I stared at the text I’d sent Emily. She hadn’t seemed to believe me until I sent her a picture of the note Mrs. Grace had sent me. The clock hit 12:00. I opened my window (my room was on the first floor) and jumped out.

Emily was waiting outside, her red hair pulled up in a ponytail. She looked annoyed. She was wearing a black hoodie and black leggings, and had a backpack slung over her shoulder.

“What took you so long?”

I sighed. “My mom. I had to pretend to be asleep until she went to bed.” Emily rolled her eyes. “You’re not a kid anymore.” “Technically I am. We’re wasting time, let’s go.”

“Fine.” As we ran to the forest outside the town, I saw a purple light.

“That way,” I said, pointing towards the light.

“What? There’s nothing special about that way,” Emily complained as I dragged her along.

“Sometimes there is something special about things, normal people just never see it.”

Emily sighed.

As we approached the light, I saw Mrs. Grace’s silhouette approaching. Her eyes glittered like a snakes. She smiled thinly and creepily.

“Hello.” She looked pale in the moonlight

“Hi…” I said. Emily just stood there, mouth open wide, mesmerized by Mrs. Grace’s outfit and beauty

“Amazed huh?” Mrs. Grace said, her smile looking creepier. She seemed to notice how she looked eerie with that smile, and stopped. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Emily said, still looking shocked.

“You know me as Mrs. Grace, but really, my name is Yoru.” Her gray eyes had a serious look to them.

“No way.” I stared at her in shock as Mrs. Grace- no, Yoru- tilted her head at Emily and I.

Yoru looked amused as Emily’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Woah.”

Yoru smiled and laughed. “You shouldn't be so surprised,” she said in a mysterious tone.

“It’s not her fault,” I said defensively. “She’s just surprised.”

Yoru tilted her head. “Alright then.” She waved her arms, and the clearing was filled with light in every color you could imagine. Then Yoru said, “So you wanted to learn how to use your powers. Right Amelia?”

I stared at her, wondering what she meant. “What?”

“You have powers,” Yoru said.

I sat there feeling like I looked as amazed as Emily did. “No I don’t,” I said, trying to find any bit of information in Yoru’s expression. But her face held no answers.

“I’d better show you my powers,” she said, ignoring what I just said. She touched a crystal necklace I hadn’t seen before. Now right before my eyes, I saw it glowing, sparkling, and sparking magic. Then after moments of nothing the glittering stopped suddenly.

“Come on! I got you tuned up yesterday!” Yoru glared at her necklace. She touched it again, and it lit up again. “There we go.” She waved her arms, and suddenly, colorful crystals sprouted from the ground. The wind picked up, blowing sparks across the clearing. The moon seemed brighter.

“Oh my gosh,” I said. Emily looked just as shocked as I felt.

“She- you- how-?” Emily didn’t seem to be able to say anything.

Yoru grinned, but it didn’t look creepy, like it had when Emily and I met up with her. “Magic.” She knelt down to pick up a small orange crystal that was shaped like a more angular water droplet. “Oh, that’s perfect.” She pulled out a string, turned the crystal into the necklace, and tossed it to me.

“What’s this for?” I tugged at the string, finding that it was slightly elastic.

“You’ll need it to control your magic.” Yoru snapped her fingers, and the gems disappeared, except for the necklace I was holding. “Well? Put it on. It’ll be easier to find out what magic you’re good at with it.”

I slipped the necklace around my neck. I felt an odd sensation in my fingers, like my hand had fallen asleep. I suddenly noticed a bunch of little glowing orbs, circling Yoru like a kettle of vultures. “What are those little things around you?”

Yoru gently picked one of the orbs up. “Oh, these? They’re like little light birds. The average human can’t see them. Your friend can’t see them either, but she’s a different story.”

“What does that mean?” Emily squinted at the witch, as if trying to see the light birds.

Yoru laughed. “You’re not a normal human, but you aren’t a witch either. If you want, I can bring you to the magic village so someone can explain it to you.”

Emily’s hands immediately went to her ears. They were incredibly pointy, which I guess I should’ve mentioned earlier, but I’d been busy dragging her out of a pit of- never mind. If I keep talking about that, I’ll just go on a side-tangent and forget what I’m talking about. “Does it have something to do with my ears?”

“Maybe.” Yoru pulled a phone out of thin air with a purple flash. She looked at the screen for a moment after unlocking it. “Huh. I must have taken longer to explain things than I thought.” She looked back up at Emily and I. “You two should go home now. Come back here tomorrow. I’ll try to explain more then. I’m sorry we couldn’t have more time to talk.”

Before I could even protest, Yoru drew a circle in the air, and in a swirl of crystal shards and purple light, she was gone. The gems and light also disappeared, putting Emily and I in an average dark clearing at midnight.

I looked at Emily. “She did not take that long to explain things.”

Emily shrugged. “Maybe she’s hiding something.” She pulled her hood over her head. “Anyway, I don’t wanna stay here for too long. This place is creepy. See you tomorrow?”

I nodded. “Bye Emily.” I watched as she pulled a flashlight out of her backpack, turned it on, and dashed out of the clearing. But I didn’t follow her. I wanted to stay, and try to do something magical, despite having no training whatsoever.

I tapped the jewel on my necklace. It glowed a vibrant red with yellow swirls. Sparks danced around the clearing. “Show us what you can do,” they seemed to be saying.

Feeling like I’d just drank my moms tea (she likes to put a lot of matcha powder in it for some reason), I waved my arms, copying what Yoru had done to create the gems. My fingers tingled, as if they’d fallen asleep.

All of a sudden, I was holding a ball of fire. It didn’t burn me. It just stayed in my hand, dancing around my fingers. I’d love to say I wasn’t afraid, but that would be a lie. I was panicking. I thought that it was going to burn down the clearing, burn me in the process.

Then the flames went out. I stumbled, realizing that I felt exhausted. The sparks were gone. Holy crap. I did not just do that. I shook my head. Maybe I’m dreaming. There’s no way this actually happened. I took a deep breath. Maybe..?

I closed my eyes and imagined my bedroom. After a few moments, the air shifted. I opened my eyes, and lo and behold, I was home.

I took the necklace off and set it on my nightstand. I closed my window, and went to sleep.

Chapter Three

When I woke up, I immediately checked my nightstand. Sure enough, the necklace was still there.

There was a knock at my door. I grabbed the necklace and shoved it under the bed. “Come in!” I kicked the pendant further away from where anyone could see it.

“Good morning Amelia!” A word about my mom. She’s probably the nicest person I know, aside from Hazel and Yoru.

“Morning,” I replied, still thinking about what happened. My eyes darted around the room, and then I saw it. One of the little light birds was sitting on my windowsill. I tried to make it look like I didn’t see it, but clearly, I failed.

“Are you alright?” Mom looked at the windowsill, but she obviously didn’t see the light bird.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

My mother raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“Alright.” Mom smiled gently. “Your friend Emily is waiting for you. She said something about wanting to talk to you on the way to school.” She left the room and closed my door.

I ran over to my window, and picked up the light bird. As I looked at it, I realized that it really did look like a bird. It looked up at me, and chirped. “Why are you here?” I whispered. “Where did you come from?”

The bird chirped again. This time it sounded like a question.

“Are you asking a question?”

Another chirp. It sounded like the bird was asking me what its name was.

“You want to know your name?”

“Chirp!” I took that as a yes.

“Ummm…” I thought for a moment. “Wisp?”

The bird shook its head.

“Ember?”

“Chirp!” Another yes.

“You want to be called Ember?” I let Ember fly onto my shoulder.

“Chirp.” Ember seemed to have an attitude.

After I waved Ember out of my room (he came back) and got dressed, I went into the living room, where Emily was sitting on the couch.

“Hey Amelia!” Her ears were covered, which I wasn’t used to seeing.

“Hi Emily.” I dashed into the kitchen, dropped a piece of bread into the toaster, ran back into the living room, and sat down next to her. “Why are your ears covered?”

Emily’s voice lowered. “I saw Yoru this morning. She told me that people who wanted to catch people like me were around, and that I needed to cover my ears to stay safe from them.”

My eyes widened. “You’re kidding.” But I knew she wasn’t. Emily liked to joke around, but she would never joke about something like that.

Emily shook her head. “Oh, and she wanted me to tell you-.” Before she could finish her sentence, the toaster dinged. I got up, grabbed my toast, and went back to talk to Emily.

“You were saying?”

“She wanted me to tell you that she can help you figure out how to use your magic.” I almost choked.

“About that, I kinda figured out how to use it.” I explained what happened after she left.

“Woah.” Emily tapped her fingers against her thigh. “So you’re telling me that you just managed to hold a fire without burning anything?”

“Yep.” I swallowed the rest of my toast. “Something tells me that I can do more.”

“Well duh. You-.” I covered Emily’s mouth because she was being too loud.

“Quiet! My mom’s in the house!” I stopped covering Emily’s mouth.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Girls! You need to go to school.” My mom poked her head around the corner, her dark brown hair falling around her face.

“Alright! Bye Mom!” I slung my backpack on my shoulder, and dragged Emily out of the house.

“Your mom’s nice.” Emily moved her hair so it would cover her ears again.

“She’s strict when it comes to sleep though.” I touched the ribbon in my hair.

Emily’s eyes widened. “Amelia?”

“Yeah?”

“Your necklace just appeared.”

I looked down, and sure enough, my necklace was around my neck. The angular teardrop shaped jewel glittered cheerfully. “What the heck?” I didn’t take it off though. Instead, I slipped it under my shirt, in case the people hunting Emily went after me too.

Emily shrugged. “Let's just go.” She grabbed my wrist, and strode on.

As we approached the entrance to the school, Ember suddenly appeared on my shoulder. I scratched his chest feathers, and pulled a granola bar out of my backpack. Right after I unwrapped it, Ember's mandible unhinged, and he devoured the granola bar in one bite.

“Holy- what was that?!” Emily’s face was as white as a sheet.

“I forgot you couldn’t see him. Emily, say hi to Ember.”

“Squawk!” Ember pecked at the ribbon in my hair.

“It’s one of those light birds, isn’t it?”

Ember twittered indignantly.

“Can you even hear him?”

Emily shrugged. “Nope.”

“Good. People would probably think they were going crazy if they heard an invisible bird chirping.”

I pushed the doors open, and rushed to the lockers, Emily in pursuit.

“Hey Amelia, hey Emily!” Hazel was leaning against her locker, her hair done in a messy braid.

“What’s up Hazel?” Emily fiddled with her lock.

Ember chirped.

“Is there a bird in here?” Hazel tilted her head.

Dang it. Ember, be quiet.

“What do you mean?” I glanced at Ember. He looked proud of himself.

“I just heard a bird.” Hazel spread her hands. “Either I’m going crazy or there’s actually a bird.”

“Ummm…” Emily glanced at me. “I think you’re going crazy.”

Hazel raised an eyebrow. She touched her hair clip, which was a periwinkle rhombus with rounded edges. It changed to a pastel green. She looked straight at Ember.

“Knew it.” Hazel grinned. “I should’ve seen that coming.” She laughed.

“Wait, you have magic too?” I watched as Ember flitted over to Hazel, obviously curious as to why she could see him.

“Yep. I thought I was the only one in the school.” She let Ember hop onto her finger. “So, when did you figure it out?”

“Last night.”

Hazel looked impressed. “Dang. And you already have a light bird? I've been doing magic for two years, and I still don’t have one.”

“So should I just let you two miss homeroom because you’re geeking out over magic?” Emily snickered.

“Frick.” Hazel handed Ember back to me. “We’ll talk during homeroom, kay?”

“Okay.” Ember flew onto my shoulder. “Bye Emily!”

“See you later!”

Mrs. White was back today. She smiled as Hazel and I slid into class, just moments after the bell rang.

“Sorry we’re late!” Hazel pulled a pencil out of her purse, and adjusted a crooked piece of paper in her binder.

“It’s alright. Please take your seats.”

“Yes ma’am.” Hazel and I went to our seats, and Ember immediately hopped onto my desk.

“He’s so cute,” Hazel whispered. Ember chirped, clearly happy with the compliment.

“Yep.”

“I hope Mrs. Grace wasn’t too rough on you yesterday.” Mrs. White was already writing the names of people missing an assignment we’d done with her. “When I met her, she was a little… how do I say it? Scary?”

Scary. That wasn’t necessarily the right word to describe Yoru. Then again, it kind of was.

“She was great,” a kid in the front row said. “But there was someone who tried to be the substitute instead of her.”

Mrs. White raised an eyebrow. “Huh.”

Hazel and I glanced at each other.

I ripped a piece of paper out of my binder. “Do you think Yoru messed with Mrs. Whites memory?” I slid it over to Hazel.

“Yep,” she wrote.

“Dang. I wonder what else she can do.” I thought about that.

Mrs. White turned on the projector for morning announcements. “I need you all to be quiet. Morning announcements start soon.”

After homeroom, Hazel and I rushed over to the lockers to talk with Emily.

“I’m ditching,” Emily said. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. “You two wanna come along?”

Ember hopped onto Emily’s shoulder and tweeted.

“I think Ember wants to come along.” I held out my finger, and he pecked at it. “Ow. Ember, my finger is not food.”

Hazel snickered. “So, we’re going.” She swung her locker open, snatched her things out of it, packed up, and closed it. A little after that I asked “Hazel what type of magic are you?” “Oh yeah you're probably wondering about it now?” she sounded sad as she said it.

“Well the thing is….” she continued “What?” I said eagerly “Well I don't really know. My parents who are both magic were both plant magic. But since I haven’t found my power yet. We're guessing I am plant magic” She said quietly. “Oh," I said quietly. SInce I realized this was a tough subject for her. What followed was some awkward silence.

“So where do we wanna go?” Emily said, trying to change the subject. Not so very slyly

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