A Peculiar Witch

The entrance to the Witches' Academy was the most important day for all the apprentice witches as they fulfilled certain requirements of the Witches' Council, the Witches' Council was composed of 5 people but those who decided everything were the high wizards, these 3 wizards were the most outstanding in black and white magic, they could handle the elements of nature.

For me to be a high witch required more than simple training and meditation so to speak, when I finally received my welcome letter with the acceptance not only of the high wizards but of the Council along with the uniform and the company of a beautiful future companion.

When I opened the letter the voices of the counselors made me feel so excited, to be able to listen to them was more than a dream come true, from a beautiful bubble came out a beautiful cat with a necklace named Spencer, according to the quote in the letter I had to travel to the Bermuda Triangle where a portal would be signed near the sunset and enter where all the chosen students with their letter of acceptance would be received and from there they would do another check.

Of course it wouldn't be that long but from there we would be assigned to our rooms and class schedules, after finally getting changed, I deployed everything to use some basic magic so no one would see me and use the broom, after arranging everything and using the magic I grabbed Spencer and he confidently held on to me, the trip would be somewhat long if you were like someone not a magician, but with magic it would be a matter of hours, so I took a little time, about a few hours I met a very skilled group that one was making maneuvers with the broom and a girl who was lying on her broom.

Looking at that maneuver made me wonder but I didn't manage to distract myself from the route, so from time to time I pampered Spencer and guided me through the wind direction in case I had to increase or decrease the speed of the flight; while feeling the smell of the sea I just relaxed and took a deep breath of that refreshing aroma.

We arrived at a midpoint near the sunset, it was a waiting place for witches where you could eat or drink something fresh or hot in case you were cold, the point of Bermuda was for those who lived between the U.S. and Canada.The point of Bermuda was for those who lived between the USA and Latin America, although we could go to the Nazca Desert but it was not yet suitable for apprentices but for witches of white magic like the Stonehenge and Easter Island, although I loved to pass by those places and receive a little of that white magic it was inspiring to me, so much so that I could be inspired and create positions for good fortune.

As we were all from different countries in our stop we all spoke the same language, for normal humans it would be Celtic style but the truth was something similar but not the same, but we still preferred to leave the story like that and not correct that mistake.

As they had all kinds of food and drinks, I decided to buy something for Spencer even though I was not at all hungry I saved it for later, for me I bought a cold chocolate and visited the surroundings of that small reception, the dark colored benches made you feel so relaxed, so while I was admiring the sea and that big swirl I closed my eyes and rested for a while, Spencer decided to take a nap and then stay alert, the cats were able to talk thanks to a spell where they would be our guides at certain times, that's why they were assigned to us with our acceptance letter and not after certain tests, each cat was unique and had an elemental magic power, it wasn't always the same as their eye color, but among witches we understood certain things that humans don't.

Among such myths were that the black and white cat were the only ones for black and white magic, which was totally false, not always the color black was a term of death or witchcraft, but such myth was not even invented by us witches, was invented by the same humans who hunted witches in the years (1618-1648), the funny thing is that not all those who killed were real witches, for us witches made a big difference, but to make them see reason about things that for humans were not "normal" was to create a conflict of greater scale.

Our rules were stricter in order to protect us, so every season all the witches went to our world that had the non-magicians and we could relax and do other activities there. After a while the sunset finally came and with it the continuity of our journey, we noticed how above the great whirlpool a field of space-time was formed with lilac, orange, blue, red and white particles, where you arrived at the entrance of the great Muireann castle.

The castle was of dream of a color Ivory, was high almost like a skyscraper, 3 gardens, a wide eat, rooms for gentlemen and ladies, very similar to the townhouse where we would share the room with a companion, when arriving at the great hall a beautiful and great spider's web of Crystal illuminated the great hall where they gave us the welcome and their presentations, directors, teachers, mother and father of house.