I stared at Agnes. Her words refused to leave my mind.
I'm sure you know who you are now.
I didn't. At least, not completely. I knew there was something inside me. Something old and powerful. Something that had been sleeping beneath my skin for years but knowing that didn't tell me who I was.
"Come with me," Agnes said.
"Where?"
"To your room."
I followed her without another question. When we reached my room, Agnes closed the door behind us and pulled the curtains shut.
"Why are you doing that?"
"Because some truths should not be spoken where the walls are." I stared at her.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"It will."
She motioned for me to sit and I did. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then I finally asked the question burning inside me.
"I'm a witch, aren't I?" Agnes gave a curt smile.
"Yes." My heart skipped, I didn't know why but it did. "I knew. Your magic is waking."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"It means the blood your mother carried has been
