Waking up has always been sort of weird to me, one moment there is endless darkness and the next there is a flood of information being processed by the brain. The hard cold floor, a slight chill sinking into my body, the musty blanket covering my body, and finally the realization that it is another day. The first thing that all young witches must do in a day is meditate to try and awaken their spirit power. This is done by meditating and accessing the inner world, which is a reflection of a witches true power.
So I sit on the floor with my legs crossed and my hands on my thighs, listening to the breathing of the others in the room, I then take a deep breath and sink into the deep pool that is my inner world.
The sound of their breathing fades away, the colours of the world become washed out, as I slowly sink into darkness. The inner world can be anything, it is a reflection of the witch power to be awakened but for so many years mine has been an empty darkness. There is only me in this space sinking endlessly in to the darkness and silence. I try to stretch out my spirit into the darkness trying to breakthrough, suddenly a feeling of being swallowed up the great emptiness overwhelms me, and I come to with a gasp realizing once again that I have failed.
I can feel the despair creeping in , time is running out for my awakening. If I do not awaken my spirit before I turn eighteen I will never have the chance again. Life for witches without power is unimaginably hard and will be even more so for me a I have no family to protect me from the predators of this world. The world I live in has no care for those without the power to defend themselves and I have been at the mercy of the powerful and I do not want to go back.
I take sharp breath as I try to calm myself down and then I take a look around the room. There are six people in the room with me , some still asleep and others meditating like I had been before. I quickly get up of the floor, rolling up my blanket into my backpack and preparing for another day. I have lived here for six years, a home for the young and I can only stay until I turn eighteen and then I am on my own. The founding elders created a haven for the young without family to try and offer them a little protection and time to grow. The safehouse is located in a bunker not far from the inner city and is a relic from the old days before magic came crashing down and destroyed our civilisation.
I was not born when the first waves of magic came down, most people believe that we pushed the earth so hard that it finally gave up on us and pushed back. In the before humans were at their peak and the world belonged to them or so they thought. Their world was made up of large families and they lived in a thriving cities with tall buildings reaching out the sky crowded with people. My grandmother used to say that in the before time people would travel across great distance over oceans in great metal houses that flew in the sky and all people my age had to worry about was school exams and whether people liked them. The rich lived in the suburbs with large tracts of land and fancy houses.
I think she must have been going a little crazy towards the end because no one flies the sky and lives, as for the suburbs, only those driven crazy by the spirit madness and the most desperate go beyond the city borders.
"Grace, Grace" a girl with vibrant green eyes call my name in an excited whisper." You won't believe who just awakened "she says eyes twinkling in her tiny face. She quickly leans in to whisper into my ear .