Her Devil King

I am running through the woods confused and scared not knowing what happened just before. My little legs were throbbing running barefoot but the determination to find my grandmother is more than the pain from my legs.

I was panting so hard, my throat was dry and sweat dripped from my hair making me irritated.

My six years self is startled by the events which took place when I was playing with other kids deep in the forest. We don't fear other creatures or animals because we are living in a coven and all the people here are witches and warlocks.

Women were referred to as witches and men were referred to as Warlocks. We have powers, the power of healing, and magic. Our coven is the last of our kind and we were popular for our healing abilities but as my grandma says some witches and warlocks have the power of mind-reading, teleportation, and other powers that now we don't possess.

I can see our cottage and I sped up my running to reach the cottage and meet grandma. My sibling was playing outside of our home and my grandma was cutting vegetables from our garden to prepare dinner.

I dashed towards her still panting but suddenly stumbled forward and dropped on the ground. My siblings and grandma rushed towards me running to get me up.

" Aiza! Child, are you alright?" I heard my grandma's voice and lifted my head to see her running towards me dropping all the vegetables.

" Aizaaaa!" I heard a chorus of voices behind me and I knew my two siblings were running towards me.

I stood up sheepishly not lifting my head and apologized. " I am sorry!"

" Oh, child! It's okay. No need to apologize but are you alright? Did you get hurt? Let me see." Grandma enquired moving forward to check fir injuries but I didn't get hurt anywhere.

" I am fine Granny, I didn't get hurt," I assured her before looking at my two brothers standing beside my grandmother with concern written all over their faces.

" I am fine Elijah."

" I am fine Eliot," I assured them, smiling at them.

They were twins and they were eleven years old, six years older than me. They look almost the same except for their hair color. Elijah has black hair and Eliot has blonde hair like me, we got blonde hair from our mother and Elijah from our father.

Our parents are the healers too and they daily go to other towns to heal people and we stay at home with our grandmother. She educates us about our kind and tells stories about our ancestors. Those stories are my favorite and I love listening to them.

" Why were you running Aiza?" Elijah enquired.

" Did anyone chase you?" Eliot asked looking towards the words looking for any signs that I am being chased by anyone.

" No, no one is chasing me, brothers. I just want to meet granny and tell her what happened in the woods," I told them before looking at grandma.

" Come here Aiza." Grandma signaled me to come with her and I followed her to the vegetables she dropped on the ground. We both collected the vegetables from the ground and put them in the basket.

" Granny, I have to tell you something." I started telling her what I have experienced while playing with my friends. I can see that grandma has a shocked expression and somewhat I can see the fear on her face too.

" Aiza, listen don't tell anyone what happened today okay?"

" Yes, Granny I won't."

" Promise me Aiza that you will never tell anyone anything about it and if something happens like this again then come to me." Grandma made me promise that I should never tell anyone about it, not to my parents too.

My six-year self didn't understand why grandma is shocked to hear what I have said and why she made me promise that I will never disclose the secret to anyone, not even to my parents.

That day I helped my grandma in the kitchen and I forgot about the day and incident which happened and enjoyed food with my family chatting away all the dinner.

I never thought my life would change drastically due to the incident which happened when I was six years old and that was not the only day it happened.

I thought it's just for the day and I have just imagined things and nothing more but I was wrong.

I was normally enjoying my life with my family not worrying about anything but I was keeping a deep secret inside me which only my grandmother and I knew about. Sometimes I feel guilty when I see my parents and brothers but it is for everyone's sake and as granny said that keeping it secret makes my life easy and if the secret comes out then I will be the easy target to so many people and my life will be in danger.

Nothing made sense to me for a long time till the day I realized what was happening and what it is but still, nothing was clear as to why it was happening.

Maybe I have to wait some more to know what exactly it is and why it is happening to me. What is the connection between us?

Keeping it secret is so tiring and sometimes I have to come up with a lie and that hurts the most. I was lying to the people I called family. I hope the secret I am hiding will not cause any problems in our lives.

I love my family so much that I will never want to see them in trouble because of me. The thing which is happening to me is not normal and as granny said I was blessed but then I don't understand why I have to hide it from everyone. One day I will understand her reasons but until then it's safe to hear what granny has said.

It took me 15 years to find out what it was and I was so shook realizing I am not normal like our kind. There will be a reason for everything and this should have a reason too and I will wait for everything to unravel.