one spell away

"He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick but that will not change its nature." My mother always told me that before my father passed away. Dying at the hands of a monster.

How can he say that when we are a family of witches with powerful magic? When really he was the monster of our nightmares. One day after so many years of torture my mother had enough and he ignited in a blaze of death. After years and years of practice, yet again my family thought i was a freak. Not good enough for the coven. I was supposed to be a prim and proper princess and obedient. I hate them they made me the monster. A devil in their eyes. My sister was a puppet on a string. Brainwashed by their lies.

I got out of there went no contact for years and so I moved to New Orleans where witches and creatures are accepted. But I'm, not your average witch. Im a hybrid elemental. Meaning that I got both my mom's and dad's powers. My mom was a fire with my dad, ice or water. My sister didn't get any powers of the elementals just the normal for a psychic or what my ex-coven said a basic witch. They tried to use me to their extent making a villain out of every being.

They wanted full power and I wanted my freedom. I keep seeing everything around me grow into this lack of hate and misjudgment. But I am one to not agree with everyone. I used to be a people pleaser and be obedient to their whim. But now I am just one spell away from being the villain of their story.