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Clara's Beginning
By: Christofer Hayward Date: April 26, 2020, 5:56 pm
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It was Spring. The trees were decorated with dainty pink
blossoms, the air smelt of sweet warmth and the sky was still
light despite the late hour. The perfect weather for finding a
familiar.
It had been a long time coming but finally Clara was ready. She
had been learning magic long enough, practising her craft and
honing her skills until finally she heard those words she had
been so desperate to hear.
"It is time for you to find your other half."
Her heart had skipped a beat, her stomach had flipped and her
hands had trembled with glee as she took her finishing scroll
from her wise master. He had always taken good care of her, ever
since he had found her. He often recalled the story of how she
had been abandoned, most likely by non-magical parents who didnt
understand what she was. As was always the way with humans, they
did not understand magic and so feared it. Fear led to anger,
anger to hate and then it was only a short step into waging war
on her kind. There were few true witches left these days thanks
to witch-hunters, plenty who could perform magic yes but a true
witch was rare to find. Born beneath the fourth full moon in a
single season. A night very much like the one Clara had been
born on.
But that was many moons ago. Tonight was a different kind of
birth for her, tonight was the night she reconnected with the
other half of her soul and became one. Her familiar was out
there, waiting for her. She could feel it now as she stood at
the edge of a vast meadow, thousands of bluebells spread out
before her like a sweet blue carpet. Her toes wriggled in the
dirt beneath her bare feet as she closed her eyes and listened
to the breeze. Was her familiar listening to the same breath of
wind?
"Are you ready, child?" The deep yet soft voice of her master
whispered into her ear, though he was over a mile away back in
their home. Clara nodded, knowing he was not only listening but
watching too, then took a step forward over the threshold of the
spell they had weaved together that afternoon. Immediately she
felt the pull in her chest, like an elastic band was wrapped
around her heart and was trying to drag her forward. She had
been expecting this, so she did as she had been told and took a
deep breath before taking another step. If she rushed, it would
hurt.
Clara could feel the strength in her familiar already, she could
almost hear his voice calling to her. She knew he felt the pull
too and gradually, step by step, she made her way to the centre
of the field. When she reached the centre, she slowly opened her
eyes and what she saw truly took her breath away. She had heard
that all witches found their familiars the most beautiful thing
in the world, it was the true form of their soul after all, but
this was not what she had expected.
Before her stood a tall creature, the likes of which she had
never seen. This was no mere cat or crow. The creature stood
almost 9 feet tall, stood on all fours and almost had the
appearance of a deer. His body was long and sleek, elegant and
graceful yet the muscle she could see truly showed he was
strong. His hind legs ended in hooves like a deer but his front
legs had paws like a wolf. His fur was a dark greyish blue with
a white mane around his long neck from which two long curved
horns protruded on his head. His face, with wide eyes that
stared down at her intensely, narrowed like a canine with a wet
nose that now breathed in her scent.
"I have waited so long for you..." he spoke softly though she
knew he was speaking directly to her thoughts. He lowered his
head to her level, his breath warm against her face.
"I am here now," she whispered, taking his great head in her
arms and pressing her cheek to his. "We are one."
With those words, there was a sharp tug in her chest which
caused her to gasp and she knew he had felt it too from his
sharp intake of breath. The pull she had felt earlier was gone
now, replaced by a warm fulfilled sensation that brought tears
to their eyes. She had never noticed how alone and broken she
had felt until she was whole and now that she had him, she knew
no one would take him from her. Without a word shared between
them, she knew his name and he knew hers.
He was Kuro, and he was hers.
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