Spell Bound Week 3

What’s going on? Ally demanded. Not that she was in the position to demand.
“Let’s start over. I’m Markus; I use to be called Drake. This is Tommy, we call him Tom. He used to be called Josh. And that is Samantha, we call her Sam. She used to be called Jessica.” Ally was confused. Use to be? What does that mean? Ally thought knowing they could hear.  And because her throat was hurting her because she had nothing to drink for some time.
“When we got our powers we couldn’t stay with our family because we could hurt them. So the Wizard Leaders, they are the leaders of the supernatural world, sends a trained Wizard to take the new Wizard or Witch to his training cave. Where he or she trains the new Witch or Wizard to control their powers and start a new life in a town, city and state. And we have to dye our hair and change our names so we aren’t found not dead.” Markus said simply.
What are Wizards and Witches? And what happens? Why me? Why any of us? Ally asked as the world slowed to a stop. As she focused she saw that Tommy had brown-redish hair and blue eyes and that Sam had dark hair and purple eyes. Sam was very pretty and Tommy was very handsome and Ally could see the two becoming a cute couple.
“Wizards and Witches are people with powers. I can fly, Tommy can make copies of himself and others but they are like big dolls. They aren’t alive, and Sam can move things and people with her mind. To answer the ‘what happens’ question: We stage a death by using Tommy’s power. Then we dye your hair and we move to a different location. As to the why you and the why us, we were all adopted out of the country of Motorolla, where all Witch and Wizards lived.  A great war broke out between good and evil Wizards and Witches and Motorolla was sunk into the sea and everyone was scattered around the USA.” Markus said and then stood.
“You’re hungry and thirsty, we’ll continue with our history later.” Tommy and Sam stood and walked off not waiting for the other two. Ally looked around and thought that this place wasn’t too bad. It looked more like a tunnel than just a cave. It had throw rugs on the floor and things that, Ally couldn’t read from far away, hung on the wall. And candles hung on the walls and sitting on tables to light the room. It felt homey in an odd way that Ally couldn’t explain. Markus still stood waiting for her.
“A lot to take in, huh?” Ally nodded then started to be frightened again.
“Why did you take me away?” She croaked.
“We couldn’t let other people get hurt and we had to keep you safe. When someone’s power comes in whatever that power is lashes out till the person wakes up.”
“Did I hurt anyone?” Her voice became small and she felt like a child who was lost in Wal-Mart and couldn’t find her mother. Her mother!
“What’s the date?” Ally asked before he could answer the first one.
“It’s September 20. You’ve been out for a week, longer than any of us were. And you only gave out very strong headaches to Sam and Tommy and showed me your dreams and memories and what went on your pretty little head of yours. And when our old Wizard carried you to the cave you healed him, just by touching him.” He then shook his head. I missed my mother’s birthday. Ally thought sadly. She forgot Markus could hear her thoughts and would be surprised to know that he felt the pain she did.
“You’re still weak, the hangover of the new powers normally last about a week sometimes two. Come on,” He held out his hand to her. “You need to get some food in you.” Ally grasped his hand and stood shakily to her feet. Her first step was a wobbly one but soon Mark or Drake or whatever he was called now was leading her to the dining area with a steady hand on her shoulder.
“Well, what should the master chef cook the young sleeping beauty today?” Tommy said as he put on his apron. It was a very girly apron with ruffles and lots of pink and the word’s Kiss the Cook was written on there. I don’t have to really kiss the cook, do I? Ally thoughts questioned. Tom and Sam laughed and Mark scowled and Tommy. Only if you want to. Tom thought back. Not now, not ever. Markus’s thought snarled.