Read The Vaga for Free Online Page A

pulls her back to its realm. ‘Elena, listen.’ She moves towards me. ‘These feelings you’re having, do they involve Isis?’
    Isis—Queen of Ancient Egypt and the first witch of our bloodline. Through me she will be born again, ridding Earth of the darkness that lay buried within its walls. Isis has been waiting centuries for a human vessel strong enough and gifted enough to carry her essence back into the womb so she can bring forth the “light”—a child destined to be the New Coming, and the ultimate savior of humankind as we know it.
    Ending the curse on our bloodline, and her ultimate resurrection, was dependent on me agreeing to be that vessel. After finding her tomb in the belly of Egypt, and drinking her ancient blood, a part of her spirit merged with mine, and with it, elements of her magic. The merging of our powers is what keeps me from using my gifts very often. Every time I do, I run the risk of allowing her magic to dominate mine, and with that risk comes a deep-seated fear of losing myself in it.
    My feelings for Julian ignite her spirit in a way that I don’t fully understand. Why is she drawn to him? Is it because her ancient blood runs through his veins as well? Could those couple of drops that I placed into his mouth have been enough to connect us in some small way?
    The spirit of Isis stirs within me at Ama’s question. I hesitate before saying, ‘Yes.’
    Her form shimmers erratically. ‘Elena, protect yourself now. Don’t do anything until I get back. I’ll find some ans—’
    She vanishes suddenly.
    ‘Answers,’ I finish for her, staring at the empty spot with a heavy heart.

    I hear Phoebe’s feet on the gravel driveway outside before the sound of her knocking reverberates through the old creaky house. Grabbing my jacket, I head towards the front door.
    ‘Hi, Mrs. O,’ Phoebe says as she crosses the threshold and hugs Aunt Lily.
    ‘Hello, Phoebe. How’s things?’
    ‘Fantastic. How’s the shop going? Has Mum been in for more supplies?’ she asks.
    Aunt Lily chuckles. ‘As a matter of fact, she has. Apparently your father has had some problems with his knees recently.’
    ‘Yeah, they’re getting old.’
    ‘Seems to be a running theme lately,’ Uncle Jo grumbles from the lounge, his eyes never leaving the book he’s reading. Aunt Lily throws him a curious glance.
    ‘Okay, well I’m ready for this fiasco,’ I say shrugging on my jacket.
    ‘It’ll be fun, E. Testosterone flying around, lots of sweaty men throwing their balls in the air.’
    The wicked look on her face isn’t lost on Uncle Jo whose face is straining to remain neutral under her goading techniques. His lip twitches and he turns another page in silence. Aunt Lily and I exchange humorous smiles.
    ‘Well, you ladies have a fun night. Be safe, and ring us if there is anything…you know…out of the ordinary,’ she says, gently touching my shoulder.
    Uncle Jo puts his two cents in as well. ‘Are you taking Magi?’ His hazel eyes narrow as he waits for my response.
    I shrug. ‘I wasn’t going to. She seems happy and I won’t be gone that long. Besides, she’s safer here,’ I say, knowing that the warding around the house is bigger and better than previous attempts.
    The years have strengthened my magic, allowing me to fine tune the elements, but because using it poses a power struggle within me I don’t use my magic often unless it’s completely necessary. Phoebe calls me a mundane lover.
    He places the book down slowly and pushes off the lounge. Walking towards me, his aura emits an anxious array of colours. ‘I know you’re twenty now, okay. And I know that me being here is cramping your style. I get it.’
    I open my mouth to protest but he silences me with his hand.
    ‘But let me be really clear.’ His cool gaze sends an uneasy vibration across the room. ‘You can either take Magi with you, or I’ll be going. Either way it’s your choice.’
    Anger burns within me. I am so sick of