Page 31 of His Blazing Witch

"You don't know me," I say. "You know nothing about me, you don't even try to. It's true I don’t know anything about Silver City, and I can't control my power... well. However, how am I supposed to learn if no one helps me? None of you have tried to help me! All you did was lock me up as if I was going to disappear if you ignored me!"

"I authorized you to leave your hospital room and stay on my territory," growls Selena. "What else was I supposed to do? The humans are just waiting for a reason to jump at our throats already, do you think I have time to supervise a young witch?!"

"Then what am I supposed to do? There is no witch left to train me, is there? I don't want to hurt anyone, but these powers are growing inside of me, and I have no idea how I'll be able to keep them in check the next time an idiot bumps into me or grabs me! Do werewolves learn to shape-shift in the blink of an eye? Do you learn to fight in one day? Well, lucky you, because I'm not like that! I have no memories to rely on, and no one either! You're afraid I'm going to hurt somebody? I am even more terrified than you are!"

I'm tearing up because of the anger and from yelling so much. I'm tired too, my wrist hurts like hell, and I am done with all this crap! I thought I could finally get some answers, someone who could tell me about witches, who I am, where I should go next, but all this woman did was yell and get mad at me! No one is willing to help me, they just try to keep me contained, and this isn't going well so far! I almost killed a guy just now, and I'm afraid of what I'll do next that I might regret if no one stops me!

I don't want to go back to that damn hospital, but I'm starting to realize those voices in my head are going to be a real issue unless I find someone who can tell me how to tame them. There is no witch left in Silver City but me, and those who do know something about witches like Selena won't trust me. The truth is, after what just happened, I don't trust myself either, but I can't give up now!

"Mara..."

I feel Kelsi gently pat my back. I feel a tear running down my cheek, but I wipe it away, still more angry than I am upset. To my surprise, Selena frowns.

"That name, Mara... Where does it come from?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Bonnie didn't tell you?"

"As far as I know, your name is Clarissa. Mara isn't a nickname for Clarissa, is it? Why is your friend calling you that?"

Kelsi and I exchange a glance, a bit surprised. Why is she getting riled up about that name all of a sudden?

"I don't know," I confess. "When I woke up, I thought that was my name. Mara, not Clarissa. I don't like being called Clarissa, I'm sure Mara is my right name. It's been like that since I woke up... Why?"

She seems hesitant for a few seconds and finally shakes her head.

"I don't know... It felt familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before. ...Nevermind."

Nevermind? She is the first one to react to that name, no one until now seemed to know anything about "Mara"! However, before I can ask more, Selena suddenly takes off her high heels. What is she doing...? Barefooted, she hands her shoes to her friend Daniel, and from the glances they exchange, I know they are mind-linking.

She faces me and stretches her arms.

"Fine. You said your fire gets out of control when you are angry, right?"

"Yes..."

"Then you can get mad at me. Try to kill me, use your fire."

What is that woman saying? Is she crazy?! Selena snickers.

"Come on, little witch. You want to learn to control it, don't you? You can train yourself on me. We are in a closed building, and I have a bit of time. Try to control your fire to beat me."

"I'm going to kill you!" I protest.

Selena chuckles, getting into a fighting position.

"You can try. ...Don't underestimate a Luna."

I've never fought before. At least, not that I remember. All I’ve done so far was get mad and light fires I could barely control, so how am I supposed to fight a Luna? Selena seems sure of herself, but behind her, Daniel is giving her looks. I look down at my injured wrist. I can't tell if it's broken or not, but it's still damn painful.

"Wait... You broke my damn wrist and now you want us to fight?"

She rolls her eyes.

"Don't be such a baby. Firstly, you'd be crying in pain if it was broken. Secondly, you're a witch. You should be able to at least heal yourself."

Heal myself? I look down at my painful wrist, but nothing has changed. How can she be so sure? Did the previous witches heal themselves? If so, how? My scars are still there, though they are indeed disappearing slowly. I have an idea, but... it seems a bit crazy. Oh, well.

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