TYRA!? boy, you proved me wrong

[nbt]

It was late at night, maybe around one am and she couldn't find the power to fall asleep at the moment. She was in her bedroom, in the dark laying down in the bed doing nothing at the moment. She was staring up at the ceiling not knowing what to do for this time. She couldn't find a reason to just go to sleep when she knew there was a lot of things going on here and there. She couldn't find herself to be tired as much as she wished. Slowly she rose from the bed and stretched making a yawn sound as she did then she relaxed while she looked around her room, filled with darkness and dim all around her. She absentmindedly walked towards her desk and turned on the light by a flick of the switch. She knew she could have used her telekinesis for that, but she chose not to for the time being. She sometimes liked doing things the hard way, it showed her lessons. What if she used it in front of humans? That would have been very bad, she wasn't allowed to reveal herself to the human world it was against all the rules, including for the vampires and werewolves that were hiding in the night.

She didn't like vampires or werewolves, they always were so weird, werewolves weren't all bad but some of them had the nastiest of personalities and she hated messing around with that. Usually, witches were protecting humans as well from other creatures in the world other than vampires there was other things out there that not even she could understand, but all she knew is she had to kill it. The coven that she was raised with taught her right from wrong and how to do things to kill other creatures that killed good beings and she always had to remain her guard up for it even if she didn't want it, she knew she always had to defend people. She was taught to defend people with white or even black magic. She didn't care about what it took to do things, she knew she had to do it. She practiced all kind of magic and didn't care about what happened, she didn't care if something really wrong happened or if something really good happened, as long as the person was safe she did her job.

She wasn't always like this, she used to practice regular simple white magic until her former lover left her and the coven decided to drop her dead flat. She could remember the scene in her head playing over and over again when she was sixteen years old. Soon she will be nineteen and nothing was going to stop that from happening and when she turned nineteen she would stop aging completely the next year after that, when she turned twenty thats when the aging stopped, she was warned by her spell book, a very powerful book that was in her mothers family for generations upon generations. That spell book that she liked to call the book of shadows cause she got the name from a show she used to watch. But it wasn't just any book and it was nothing like the spell book from that tv show, this book was large and endless. But when she discovered the dark side of it, her magic turned a little sour and she became very powerful than a beginning witch should be. She was powerful because she was really good at learning stuff and it was simple for her.

Even though in two years she would stop aging that didn't mean you couldn't hurt her, she would have immortality but she wouldn't have strength and she would be vulnerable like a regular human. She knew she would be immortal and weak at the same time but she knew she would have to stay strong for this, she knew she would have to last forever if she had to. Beauty was another thing, she would have to keep in in tact so she wouldn't lose it fully. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she backed away and moved into her closet taking out a pair of jeans, some converse, and a tank top. She striped herself out of her nightgown and placed on the clothing she had picked out. After she finished placing her shoes on, she got up and jumped out of the window, as she was about to hit the ground, she used her telekinesis to slow herself as she landed with a small bump sound when she landed. She than ran inside the forest which was behind her backyard. She made her way inside, walking cautiously through hoping not to bump into something in the middle of this dark and moonless night.

[tyra]

The forest called to Tyra once again, but for a different reason. Her lithe frame weaved through the tall, tangled grass. Fingers extended outward, brushing the tips of the vegetation as she stalked forward. Heavy canopies hung over her head as if to bow down to the wereleopard. The air was still and warm as it clung to the body without a bead of sweat forming. She inhaled the scent of the forest, smelling wild herbs and the crisp aroma of pine. The wild life became active around her as birds swooped down to capture their prey and fireflies flew gracefully around, showing off their beautiful yellow lights. The crickets echoed loudly and animals ruffled through the tall grass. The early morning was moonless; a new moon. The time where old habits should be broken and new wishes should be stated. She inhaled the air once more; Tyra was finally home.

Hazel eyes gazed through the darkness as she started to lower her shields. The wind welcomed its child with open arms as it carried her deeper into the forest. Vines dangled from trees like long coiling snakes that was ready to capture it’s pray. A hand reached out and touched one of the vines that felt like the smoothest silk that would make a weaver jealous. Her attention faded away from the vine as she allowed the wind to lead her to a small clearing. Tyra stepped over a rotted log as she crossed the threshold. She wiggled her body out of the straps that was attacked to as small book bag on her back. Her petite frame lowed herself to the ground and dug her hand into the moist, cold soil. Her eyes closed as she surrounded herself metaphysically by the element Earth. It pressed its coolness against her flesh as her own fire met the element. The witch felt at ease as she retracted her hand and shook off the excess dirt. Her own energy buzzed like a wildfire ready to be released. Tonight was the right time to summon the elements, to call forth the elementals to join in her rite of power in a new location.

A hand unzipped her book bag as she felt an unknown energy headed her way. Tyra closed her eyes and saw a figure heading in her general direction. From what she could tell, the person was female and emanated an unique ability like her own. The wereleopard froze for a second, wondering if she had beaconed another witch or something she had no knowledge about. With every passing heartbeat, she could hear the female’s foot steps. That wasn’t going to stop the mission Tyra had as she pulled out a large white candle and an athame from her bag. From her pants pocket, she pulled out a lighter and lit the wick. A flame instantly appeared to great the witch as she placed her hand over the small flame and expanded it with her fingers. Eyes concentrated on the heat as the fire grow into a large and narrow blue blaze. She moved her hand for it didn’t burn her, but the steps were getting closer. Who ever it was, she hoped they had good intentions.

"Hello?," she questioned softly and waited for the person to respond.