Lovely was the pale-skinned queen,
And had two lovely daughters, she,
Each child had eyes as green as could be,
Two pretty sisters born by the sea,

One raven-haired and graceful like water,
White-haired and lightning-quick was the other,
Each as powerful as a little girl could be,
Two young sisters born by the sea,

But one to darkness she was drawn,
And one to light may she be shown,
Separated by the witches three,
Were the two sisters born by the sea,

The silver moon may mark their fate,
Doomed to find such love and hate,
Bound by their powers and cast away,
The sisters know not one another; their memories fade,
Human they seem, though human they're not,
For kingdoms they've saved and dragons they've fought,
Deadly magic lives in them, as all would agree,
But controlled not by the sisters born by the sea

My mother used to sing me the song, a soft song about two sisters that possessed great power. I never knew which sister was the dark, and which was the light, or if they ever found each other. That was just all there was to the song. But I always liked it. 'The Witch's Lullaby', Mom used to call it. The girls were witches, as all in their family were, she said. And she told me once that we were directly descended from the white-haired sister. Which was why I couldn't let anyone know about what I was, because they would hate me. I was, after all, just like her.
My name is Salem Monroe. I was named for the time in history when many of my family were killed for being what they were. People now say that the victims of the Witch Trials weren't really witches, but I know the truth. True, not all of them were. But some held the power that had been passed through my family for generations.
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I wasn't the least bit excited for my first day at Casper High School. To be starting halfway through the school year in your junior year was bad enough, but add in my....well, my condition? I might as well kill myself right now before the entire town turns on me. After all, southerners were not known for their understanding as far as 'witches' go--or so I'd heard.
"Salem!" Jenny, my adoptive mother, called from the kitchen. I took a final look at myself in the mirror--my mossy-green eyes stared back at me forlornly--and sighed. I turned, snatching an apple from a bowl in the kitchen, and walked towards the front door without answering. "Salem!" Jenny called again. "Say goodbye to your brothers!"
"They're not my brothers," I retorted. They weren't. Yeah, Jenny had adopted me after my mother died, so what? That didn't make her two sons my brothers. They weren't related to me whatsoever, and blood was what I raised to respect. Eleanor Almonde-Monroe, my mother, was blood, and I respected her even years after she died. Margaret Almonde, my grandmother, was blood, and I respected her, even if I'd never met her. My bloodline was the reason I was what I was, and I respected it. But my adoptive family?
Not in the slightest.
I didn't wait for Jenny to respond; I slammed the door behind me and walked down the street to the little school. I hated small towns. Everybody knew everybody, and I would be an outcast. Not that I minded--I actually preferred to be a loner. There was less chance of anyone finding out my secret. Not even my adoptive family knew, and I had been with them for three years now. Nobody knew save me now, and I was going to keep it that way.

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My head snapped up, hearing a voice behind me. I turned to look slowly, arching a single brow at the girl behind me. "Maybe," I answered. "Maybe not. Depends on who you are and why you wanna know." I blinked once, words that were foreign and yet familiar to me racing through my mind. Incantations. They would come in handy at some point, I was sure, but maybe not now. "Is there anywhere else a teenager would be going at this time of day in a place like this?"

Vyn scratched her brow. The response was not what she had anticipated. "Well, I'm a student there, so it was in my best interest." She rolled her shoulder blades as a yawn escaped her mouth. Clicking her neck and feeling satisfied with the popping noises, she chuckled at the new girls assumption that everyone went to school. "Well, as a matter of fact, because it isn't a large town when most hit 16 they drop out, or some may be home schooled, so are getting the train to the city." She replied, covering her mouth as another yawn emerged. 

I glanced at the battery the other girl played with, biting my lower lip. "Natural," I answered finally. "It's been passed down to the girls in my family for centuries." I didn't offer any insight as to how we knew the hair color of so many of my ancestors. "Though I wouldn't disagree if you went so far as to call me crazy. I have been known to do things that could pass as fueled by insanity."

Alice watched the two girls from adistant point of veiw she saw this kinda thing ofen, but never exspeariaced it herself. Suddenly she had a deep yearning for more than one friend but her best friend Alex he was great the best friend every one wanted he was also my olnly friend I seemed to repel girls because I didn't have much in commen with most though  guys approached me ofen but in the more than friendly way ither they would leave disapointed or thinking they wasted they're time. I couldn't blame them I was over aggresive, I had a smart mouth and snapped at people for no reason and I was differnt in ways I didn't undersatnd but Alex accepted me.

"Huh?" Vyn was surprised that the hair colour was natural, but also somewhat pleased. "You and me both." She replied, looking up to the sky that was dusted with wispy clouds. "The insanity thing and the 'abnormal' hereditary thing." She used her fingers as inverted commas when saying abnormal. "Nothing abnormal about it though, we are who we are, if people can't accept that, then screw them." She chuckled lightheartedly. "Kinda like a child hood mate of mine. He was ginger and literaly chased the bully with a screw." 

Alex crept up behined Alice, he had feelings for her that were slightly more than friendly It wasn't because she was pretty it was in fact because she was wierd and different. "Hello, Alex" she said turning around a smile spread across her lips. "Hey, Lex" she said "watcha been up to" she said "Nothing Alex said shrugging "let's go talk to them "he said pointing to the nwer girl and one he'd seen around before before Sasha could say anything he strolled over to them "hey, you new" he said nodding to the newer girl Alice appeared behined him.