A yawn escaped my mouth as I opened the door of the house. I had just reached home and I was feeling tired. Walking in the house, I noticed my little brother in the living. I rolled my eyes when I came to realise what he was doing. He was levitating my father's phone in the air. He was really skilled when it came to magic. His ten years old self was very impressive for his age.
"Don't be surprised if the phone falls and break" I said as I shook my head. Just then, the phone fell down on the floor. A gasp escaped my brother. He looked terrified as he watched the phone on the floor. The screen was facing the floor so we didn't know whether it was broken yet.
"Hazel!" My little brother, Jet shouted in horror. "It wasn't going to fall if you didn't distract me" he quickly picked the phone up and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. He held the phone close to his heart, most probably thanking god that it was not broken.
"Jet, you shouldn't practice on these things" I scolded. "Where's dad and mom?" I asked him while putting my bag on the floor next to the door. I walked further in the house, letting droplets of water fall everywhere. My hair was completely drenched at this point.
"They're in the kitchen" he told me before putting the phone back on the side table. He then made his way to the stairs, most probably making his way to his room.
"Jet?" I called. When he turned around, I smiled at him. "You're really good. I'm proud of you" I said and watched as a smile crept on his face.
"You're my role model, Haze" Jet said. He was so mature for his age. "I'm following your steps" he said before running up the stairs. I closed the door then thought of my brother's words. Everyone seemed to know my worth.
Except me.
During my twenty two years on this planet, I have spent each and every minutes, practicing my magic. My parents were one of the most powerful enchanters that exist. Hence, Jet and I, had to keep up to the level of my parents. I always wanted to learn more. I wanted to be the best. I wanted to be perfect. According to my father, I was already perfect.
The words of a father.
My family was living hidden in the world of the humans. That was what we, the supernatural, called it.
The world of the humans.
The humans are the most dominating species despite the fact that they didn't possess any supernatural powers. Enchanters, witches, werewolves, vampires and fairies are all real. We all chose to remain hidden for our own safety and for the safety of the humans. Vampires hated the humans but loved their blood. They knew that a peaceful world was impossible.
Us, Enchanters, we didn't have any enemies. Yet, my parents, Jet and I, were the only Enchanters left. All the others were either killed or used till their death. Many supernatural beings wanted us for their own benefits. That's why we decided to remain hidden. The others think that the enchanters are now extinct.
We liked it that way. Our powers were used only in the hiding. It was tiring but that was the world that we are living in and we have coped with it. As I have made use of my powers in an open space to save the drowning car, anyone could have saw me. Hence, It was important for me to let my parents know.
We lived in Creek Wood. This small town was surrounded by woods. The only other supernatural beings that lived around here, was a pack of werewolves. I have encountered some of them and none of them got a sniff of my aura as I have casted a spell that would keep it hidden unless I wanted to reveal it.
"Hazel?" I heard my mother called from the kitchen.
"Yes, mom!" I answered as I made my way to them. When I walked in, I saw my father by the kitchen stove while my mom was sitting by the kitchen Island with her soduku book in her hands. She had her glasses on but she still had that habit of squinting her eyes when she would concentrate. My mom had long wavy blond hair and pitch black eyes. She was wearing a short flowery dress. She was chubby, hence the dress fit her perfectly. My father on the other side, had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He had grey hair but his face still looked very young. He always wanted to keep the grey hair as according to him "It made him look classy".
"Hazel Fortis" My mother scolded when she took a look at me. "Don't tell me you went to class dressed like this" she made me stare at my outfit. I was wearing a grey sweatpants and a black crop top with my black jacket on. For a second, I thought that she was scolding me for using my powers.
"She looks good to me" my father complimented when he finally looked away from the pasta that he was cooking.
"Black! Don't encourage her!" My mother scolded my dad. Yes. My father's name was Black.
The powerful Black Fortis.
Fortis meant powerful in Latin. We were all named after a color. Don't ask why. I guess it was a fun game that our ancestors wanted to try.
"Scarlet" my father tsked. "When a child is growing, they need a boost of confidence. Not a judgmental parent" he sighed. My father always made sure to make me feel valued. My mother did as well but she didn't really appreciated my dressing taste.
"She's twenty two" she deadpanned. I rolled my eyes in amusement then did a twirl in front of them.
"Well, in this generation, this is considered as hot and sexy" I lied. My mother scoffed while my father playfully glared at me.
"You sleep in sweatpants. You eat in sweatpants" my mother breathed.
"I live sweatpants!" I cheered making my father laugh while my mother shook his head in amusement.
"Can you get me a spatula, please?" My father asked. With one movement of my finger, I opened the drawer and levitated the spatula to him. My parents glared at me in unison before pointing to the window. I shrugged. "If I wanted to get it that way, don't you think that I would have done that too?" My dad asked me seriously.
"That was the question that I was just asking myself" I muttered. "Why so much hassle when you can do it in an easier way?" My mom sighed at my words. They didn't want us to get noticed by any of the neighbors and risk to blow our cover up.
"The easier way could be the dangerous way" my father said. "We can't risk to blow our cover, Haze" he explained again.
I was definitely NOT going to tell them about the car.
Hell No.
"I know! But why not just close the blinds of the windows to be able to live freely?" I asked in exasperation. The constant need of having to hide our true selves was irritating.
"Oh sure! I will close the blinds just to levitate a spatula out of the drawer, Hazel" my father said sarcastically.
"I thought sarcasm was not allowed in this house" I asked with crossed arms.
"Not allowed for kids" my mother cleared.
"I'm twenty two" I deadpanned.
"Still our kid" my father retorted.
"Unfair" I muttered.
"Life's unfair" my mother said with a shrug.