Chapter One

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I was born on a rainy night October 13, 1997 to my father, David Michael Thomas, and mother Katherine Marie Bisset. They named me Amelia Grace Thomas, Emma for short. My parents had met at school, and quickly became in love. They stayed high school sweethearts and even married right after they graduated. Within a year of being married, my brother Christopher Lee Thomas was born, then two years later my sister Olivia Mae Thomas was born. Then of course five years later I came around. From what I can remember from when I was younger my mother and father carried deep love for each other. My parents had each other's back no matter what, even if family got involved, which happened quite often. My mother's family did not accept my mother's relationship with my father for the sole purpose that he was...human. And this is probably where I should mention my mother is a witch.

My mother's family originated from France, they were all witches. Due to the fact that there wasn't a whole lot of money to be earned, they came to the USA. They had the spell books, the potions, the crystals, etc. My family for the most part were good. There are witches out there who aren't good, who make the Wicked Witch from Wizard of Oz seem like an angel, I've never came in contact with them but I've heard the horror stories. There aren't just witches though, there's werewolves and vampires. I've met a few of the creatures myself, and well, they're..interesting to say at the least. My mother's family are what they call Purebloods(or at least until my mother married a human). They had all married witches, sure they had their fair share of human lovers but it was deeply looked down on to marry a human, and dangerous. We have our own laws to maintain which is to keep secrecy of what we are.

After my mother's marriage most of the family shamed them. The only ones who are involved in our lives would be my Grandparents. My dads side of the family had always been wary of my mother's side. Never fully trusting them, or having to do much with myself or my siblings. Things got worse after the death of my father. Five years after I was born, my father got into an awful car accident, he drove off the bridge. The police had said the fog was most likely the cause. My mother was devastated, and it didn't help with my father's family blaming her, and her family putting their noses up in the air and turning away. The only good thing that came out of it all was my mother, siblings, and I formed a tight unbreakable bond.

My mother had agreed with my father before his passing that she would not teach us powers of being a witch until we turned 16, IF we wanted to learn it. And she kept that promise. We all agreed to learn when we turned 16, each having our own reasoning. My reasoning was simple, I wanted to help the world through healing, which is what I've been working on the past four years. I've learned a lot over the years, but I'm still learning so much. I plan on, after I learn to control my powers more, to become a doctor of some sort. I never understood why we couldn't put some of powers to use to help the sick and dying people. There could be something I could do without letting my powers be known. Which brings me to the present moment of my life and where things changed even more drastically.