Witches of the Nile

A long time ago, many years precisely, humans and witches lived in harmony, fighting side by side together; everything seemed good; great if I am not making a mistake.

However, like they always say, all good things must come to an end, the lives of a million humans were murdered by the one thing we feared so much; a blood witch, one or maybe the most powerful witches along the lands. One named Caleb Armstrong, the one blood witch that massacred a hundred humans and witches in one day, eating of their skin and drinking their blood, the one who took down an army hunters, the one who can move in the shadows without anyone noticing, he is like a ghost, you do not see him, unless he wants you too, he is my father and I am his bastard son to his mistress, Gracie Armstrong and my name is Jevons Armstrong.

He never really married my mom, she only bore a son for him, and that Son as they all say, would one day become a soulless monster like his father. A man I never got to meet any day in life.

I was young when he left the city, Mom and neither does anyone; not even the council of witches know his whereabouts.

The council of witches, half born, fair born witches; all in one except for blood witches. In the town, being a blood Witch is said to be a sin, a taboo and anyone born as such is killed, yet I am not? Wanting to know why, the council believed that in order to capture my father, he must surely come for the one thing he didn't get to take when he fled, the book of good and evil. Also myself, I am not only his son, but the bridge between the human world and the supernatural world.

"Jevons Armstrong."

Across the table, Mr. Emmanuel called my name. I was seated behind the class, my earphones on, when Evelina gently touched my shoulders, bringing me over to the notoriety that my name was being called by the history teacher.

I left behind my headphones going over to his table.

"Good day sir, you called me," I gave a friendly smile to him.

"Why haven't you been paying attention in my class?" Said Mr. Emmanuel, he raises his voice.

"I'm very sorry Sir, I think I was occupied with something much more important." I thought well then replied.

Mr. Emmanuel walked away from his table; he went to the classroom door and asked me in front of my classmates to leave his class.

"Get out of my sight Jevon," He looked past my eyes, disappointed.

I went back to my seat to pick up my bag, I held my headphones around my neck, and brushed past Mr. Emmanuel by the door, he slammed it shut the minute I rode past the door.

What an annoying bastard...

For the past two hours, I sat down by the cafeteria waiting for the class to end, because if I do decide to go back home, my mom would literally kill me, she's been threatening to send me to an academy, I don't know much about, but she thinks it can help me get more developed with myself.

Precisely, two freaking hour's; I met everyone leaving the classroom and by the door Mr. Emmanuel was handling assignment to them, I walked over after the last person to take mine, instead he held out his hands and pushed me off with his finger.

I felt angered. I was so pissed off by his attitude that the thought of killing him ran through my mind, tricky but I couldn't control myself, I held the door knob of the classroom to walk in, by the time I got a phone call from mom.

She wanted me home urgently...

Her tone of voice made me leave Mr. Emmanuel and go back home to meet my mother.

"Mother?"

I walked inside and shouted her name by the door.

I didn't get any response.

I called a second, third and fourth time to her, letting her know I had returned. I walked inside her bedroom only to find her daggered right to her chest. Her eyes filled with blood, her hands burned and her legs were also bleeding...

"Mother!!!"

Seeing her, I yelled out loud.

I got to Mom's bed, I held her hands gently, caressing them to my face, just when everything seemed to settle down, a voice, a man's voice made me turn back in a fright.

"Hello Jevon Armstrong?"

Said the voice to me.

I let go of Mom's bloody hands, accidentally touching it to my face.

"Who are you?" I asked back to the voice...

There seemed to be quietness, but only for a while, the voice responded to me.

"You shouldn't ask me who I am, rather, take note to know yourself."

The voice spoke, it appeared getting closer...

"Don't fuck with me and tell me, who're you, why did you kill my Mom?"

I inhaled and exhaled.

"Don't worry young warrior, I'm not here to hurt you, rather to help you embrace yourself, your true self, bye for now."

The voice whispered a little to my ears and the windows to Mom's bedroom, busted wide open, allowing the strong wind to come in.

I faced the dead body of my Mom, what was I going to do? I thought, then an idea came to me, why don't you go and meet Mom's best friend, my godmother, Sara Peggy, she should be able to help me and make me understand what is happening...

I covered Mom's body and left.

I got to Aunty Sara's house, running to the front door, just about to knock on her door, she walked right outside and met me by her front porch.

"Jevon, what's wrong?" She questions growing suspicious.

"Aunty, it's Mom?" I said.

"What about your Mom?" She held my hands taking me inside her house.

"She's dead Aunty, I met her dead after getting back home from school."

I walked to her sofa and sat down.

Aunt rode to me.

"Jevon, I think it's time." She takes a seat next to me on the long sofa that is able to accommodate three persons in a roll.

"Time for what?" I queried.

"You'll see," said Aunty Sara. She asked me to wait in her car while she went upstairs to change her clothes.

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My Aunty and I went to a school outside the shores of the city, Aunty asked me to come down, I did after she walked inside the gate, and I came in after her.

We went to an office where we met a man, the moment he saw me coming inside with Aunty Sara; he got up from his chair and said, Stop! He ordered for us.

Aunty Sara turned to me and said "Stay here" she told me and left to meet the man by his table.

I stood by the door, I didn't quite hear what they were talking about, however a few minutes later, Aunty Sara walked up to me and took me over to the man.

He looks with a hard stare.

"Who are you?" he questioned me trying to speak with Aunty behind my back. I turned a little from her; "I'm Jevon Armstrong," I said back and immediately I said that his eyes widened up, it was like I had just said something bad.

"You're Caleb Armstrong's son?" he interrogated.

I nod my head, confirming his question, "yes, I'm his son, his bastard son," I said.

Aunty gently touched my shoulders. The man at the office, whose name was boldly written on his table, Jason Heart, walked away from his table and asked Aunty to speak with him outside.

Aunty left, gently caressing my hair with her hand...

I stayed by the office door, listening to their conversations.

Jason said, "You can't possibly allow me to keep a man's son who's seen as a demon in my school"...

"I know but Jevon needs someone who can teach him," said Aunty, her voice growing worried.

"What exactly do you mean, where's Gracie?" Jason said after sometime. Aunty didn't quite reply, so using her silence, he went further and said, "Wait! Is she dead?"

"Yes, she was killed today by who you know." Aunty Sara said; I leaned further to hear more, when my hand accidentally hit off a vase next to me by the door, immediately I ran back to my chair on time before my Aunty and Jason walked inside. What exactly can I say if they did catch me listening to their conversations?

I can't possibly explain myself.

Jason volunteered to keep me at his academy in the process, I got to understand that it was the exact academy Mom wanted to take me to.

"Baby, I'll keep on visiting you and don't worry about your Mom's body, I'll take care of it."

Aunty tells me that it was the last thing she told me in the presence of Jason before leaving.

I watched her go into her car and just drove away from the academy.

I am still unable to understand what exactly is happening. Who's the one that killed my Mom and why do I need help?

Although I have heard stories of my dad, the prophecy, do they believe that I am just as wicked and heartless like my old man?

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Jason followed me into my dorm; it had one bed with a tiny wardrobe by the side. He requested that I get settled and meet up with the others.

I went and dropped the bag on the bed. A few minutes later, a man walked into my room. His name was Michael, he handed me the school uniform and asked me to join in with the other students at the assembly.

Like a good boy, I wore the school uniform after taken off my clothes, filled with a little of Mom's blood, everyone at the academy were all gathered there, as I joined them, I noticed everyone head's turn to look at me as I walked further to the front of the line, the pulpit lined up with Jason and some few males and females, they seem to be the teachers.

Jason walks ahead, he meets me in front gently smiling, and he carries the microphone in his hand and begins to speak.

"Hello students and welcome to the new trimester of the academy."

Jason's eyes moved around the students who looked back at him...

I did too. But I wasn't sure what to expect exactly.

Jason spoke for like fifteen minutes before going down from the pulpit, he walked up to me, "Jevon my office" He said and left.

I looked unable to speak, as I moved past the entire student whose eyes were curiously looking as I walked after Jason. On my way outside, I overheard a girl calling me the bastard son of the monster man that changed everything and made witches live in hiding.

I should've been pissed, nonetheless what dad did, everyone has the right to be upset, the only issue is that, why join me? I didn't do anything; I know I might be the son to the most hated man in the entire world, as everyone claims to be a victim.

I am too, just unfortunate to be the son of such a man.

"Take a seat Jevon Armstrong"...

Said Jason to me, the moment I walked inside his office.

"Please tell me sir, what have I done, did I perhaps do something wrong?" I held a hand to my face and squeezed on it.

Jason takes his time before receding back his words to me.

"Actually Jevon, you didn't do anything, I only wanted to give you something your Mom wanted you to see." He says, bringing out a photo.

A photo of Mom and Myself, the day we went to the park.

I still remember that day mom wanted to spend her entire salary on games. Roller Coaster rides, gifts, even though we'd literally have nothing to fall back on, if the money finishes.

I picked up the photo on the table, my hands gently touched mom's face, and how I wished I could have saved her, she literally wouldn't have died.

Looking at it, emotionally I turned over to the back and saw mom had written a note for me.

"Jevon, by the time you're reading this, I would most probably be dead, but don't worry, Jason and Aunty Sara would be there to assist you in this fight, with love mom." The note ended...

I left with mom's photo in my hand as I moved towards my dorm. I walked past one of the guys at the academy, who of course didn't let me go any further..

"You must be Jevon Armstrong?" He sounded disappointed.

"Yes, I am," I said back to him.

"Outch, so you're the bastard son to Celeb Armstrong?" He walks his hands to his chin, directly facing me with his eyes...

Again I shook my head; I turned over to the other side to leave, only to have my hands dragged again by him.

"Did I tell you to leave, Jevon?" He walks further to me.

"I'm sorry, do I have to take orders from you, who're you if I may ask?" I walk a step backward.

"It deepens Jevon on who's asking?" He walks further again.

"I am asking, who're you?" I rolled my hands behind my back and brought out a fire ball from my hands.

Everyone who was there all looked scared, so I walked a step backward. "Tell me, who're you?" I asked again, pointing out to the one who had stopped me.

We looked angrily at each other, then he replied, "I am Lucas Grant, the son of the man who owns the school." He spoke back to me, looking at my hands.

My eyes galled down too, that was when I saw the fire ball rumble in my hand.

"Whoa, did I do this?" I spoke without thinking.

When Lucas grunted and said.

"Obviously, don't you know who you're?" His shoulders brushed past mine, he returned back to me and said." After all, Jevon, you're the son to the most hated yet powerful man in the entire world, you shouldn't be too surprised because of a mare fireball, bastard son" He held his head away and left beaming as he approached the direction of his dad's office.

If Jason is the owner of the academy, it will mean, Lucas grant, is the son to him? But they don't seem to have the same last names.