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the portraits before
her, drinking them all in.
  All three paintings contained a throne much like ones seen in movies, covered
in red velvet and gold lace. In the first painting, sat a man, his left hand
extended in front of him, his right set firmly on his knee. He couldn’t have
been much older than thirty and had the bluest eyes Laura had ever seen. Upon
his outstretched hand hovered a shimmering blue sphere the size of a basketball.
Within the perimeter of it was what looked to be entwined vines of… lightening?
She wasn’t sure.
  The next painting was much the same, only it was a red-head woman holding a
glittering sphere of bright purple lightening.
  The final portrait contained an older man with jet black hair that cascaded
down his shoulders, a long, ugly, crooked nose, and a sinister smile. Both his
hands were outstretched, a blazing red ball of light sitting calmly within
them.
  Slowly, Laura turned to Stella. ‘What are these? What am I?’ she whispered.
  ‘That, we don’t exactly know. I guess I should start by telling you this:
Witches and Wizards exist.’
  Laura’s heart began to race, ‘don’t be ridiculous, and don’t lie to me.’
  ‘It may take a while for you to believe it, but it is true,’ Leo said
kindly, ‘we are not lying Laura.’
  Laura once again looked around at the paintings. ‘So I’m a Witch?’
  Stella shook her head, ‘not exactly. I am a Witch, Leo is a Wizard, as are
the others of this manor. All we know is that you are an Enchanted, like us.
Someone of the Spirit World deemed good.’
  ‘An Enchanted? Sounds elegant.’
  ‘Your grandmother was a Witch, and she fell in love with a human. Only this
human’s body possessed a Spirit. They then-‘
  Laura cut in quickly, ‘wait, what’s a Spirit?’
  Stella’s eyes were sparkling with excitement, ‘Spirits are Angels or Demons
who possess a human’s body when they are on the brink of death in order to save
them, or in a Demons case, take advantage of them. The Angel looks after the
body until the soul has healed. The Demon uses the body to do its bidding.’
  ‘I- wha- how are they formed?’ Laura furrowed her brow as fear gripped her. There
was so much more she wanted to ask, but she could barely slow her thoughts down
enough to grab a hold of the questions and let them tumble from her mouth. She
still wasn’t quite sure she believed it.
  ‘Angels and Demons are the children of the Gods and Devils of course, however
some Angels are formed when an Enchanted dies, and when a Wicked – someone like
us but who has been deemed evil at heart – dies, their soul is never quite at
peace and they become what we know as a Demon.’
  Laura didn’t say anything. She couldn’t.
  Stella took this as a sign to continue, ‘So, your grandmother and a human
possessed with a Spirit fell in love and when they had their child, she
survived and was born an Enchanted Warlock. Part Angel, part Witch and very powerful.
On most occasions, the child dies before birth because the mother can’t supply
what is needed to keep the baby alive, but sometimes, if the baby is strong
enough, it manages to survive, and your mother was one of those survivors. Once
she was old enough, Cara realised that she didn’t want the life she was
expected to lead, so she left and took up occupancy in the human world.’
  ‘And she met my father?’ Laura guessed.
  Stella nodded, ‘yes, and when she fell pregnant with you everyone was sure
that both of you wouldn’t make it. She came to us for help and we did the best
we could to look after you both. The child of a human and anyone of our race needs
air and because Warlocks, Sprits, Witches and Wizards don’t require it the
child has no way of receiving it. They then suck the life from the mother’s
soul in order to survive until it ends both of their lives. Remarkably, you
both made it. Your mother wasn’t meant to have survived her own birth let alone
giving birth