'Pomozi Nam Lotisia'

It takes a few minutes for her to speak, some of the white cream from the Twinkie sits on her dirty finger, she licks it up instantly.

"The First Power consists of four girls from four powerful Kingdoms. One from Nygaard, Batkai, Dane and Luxor. They are the first ever werewolf witches and the most powerful to ever exist. A million witches combined couldn't take them down. They took up residence on the Island of Black Lotus. While there they were sought out by the Alpha King of Nygaard. He wanted them to give his wife, Meghan, who was also a human powers?" I stop her.

"Powers for what?"

"Give me some more Twinkie and I'll tell you." I give her another piece and she continues. "Humans are weak, that's not an opinion just a fact, she couldn't defend herself nor the pack. In case the Alpha died she would take over, no one would listen to her because she wouldn't be strong. Giving her power would ensure she could defend her people."

"Did they do it?" I asked eagerly.

"They did, but they paid the consequences in the end. The First Power and the King made a pack, if he helped them break into the Tomb of Selene for the Book of the Untold, then they would give Meghan powers. Once they filled their ends of the deal, the Council found out what they did and punished them."

"That led to them being burned in the Salam Witch Trials." I added.

"Exactly."

"But that doesn't explain w-"

My voice comes to a halt once my phone starts to buzz. It's a text from Alexander, asking where I am. "Damn it" I whisper.

"Is that lover boy?"

"Yeah, he's looking for me I have to go. Tomorrow I'll come back down here to ask more questions."

"Bring me some chips and chocolate and I'll answer some more." We shake hands agreeing on it.

"Here's the rest of the Twinkie, and I have some gum here you go." She snatches it from me devouring all of it at once, they must really be starving them.

"Go in grace Lotisia, you have immense power that needs to be used." I throw her a warm smile and head up the creaky stairs. Running down the hall, I bump into someone.

"Slow down speedy Gonzales." Alexander says holding onto my shoulder. "Where were you I've been looking everywhere."

"I was around. . .like the bathroom and stuff."

"Ok weirdo, let's take you home." His arm wraps around my shoulder as we go to his car. While we walk, I reflect on what Sasha told me, I have immense power and I should use it. For what though, my eyes revert to Alexander. She told me that he and the others know about what I am and supposedly my real name. Why would he keep it from me, if this is true?

I push a black curl out of my eye as I continue painting. Stroking carbon black paint on the body, I tilt my head to the side analyzing it. Mary wanted me to do this for her sister since she liked the last one I made for Alexander. It's quite similar just the background is different, the sky is a dark purple with black and white clouds.

Mary was right, I should sell some of my paintings. For years now they have been cluttering my room, sometimes in the middle of the night I find myself tripping over them.

I grip the worn-out cloth for my thigh and wipe the access paint on it so I can use some more purple for the sky. I stroke the purple paint over the sky, suddenly I feel my hand start to lose control. It moves around erratically all over the canvas, the once moody sky is now black like coal. The grass is dead as dirt, it feels like someone or something is taking control, making me write something. Fear starts to overcome me, I see something is being written out, like a message. A P is written, then the letter O. Fourteen other letter are followed after it.

In an instant I gain control of my arm, it falls limp in my lap. Slowly, my head rises to the canvas board, the painting is now completely ruined. A gasp escapes my lungs as a rather hair-brained message drips down it. It says, 'Pomozi nam lotisia'. Now, I know the Lotisia is my given name, that's what Sasha says but the rest I have no idea. It isn't French or Spanish, certainly not Russian. If I would guess I'd thought it was Italian. The paint drips down like crimson blood, horror engraved on my ruined painting.

Running to my computer, I instantly type in the quote. My hands twiddle impatiently on the keyboard, the loading sign goes around and around. Taunting my nervousness and making me go insane, in a matter of a few minutes it loads up.

The language for the saying turns out to be Bosnian, interesting. It means, 'help us Lotisia'. I push my computer away from me scared to know more. Grabbing the canvas in hand I chuck it out my balcony door not wanting to see it again. My breathing becomes unsteady, my heart beats like a drum. This is something I need to ask Sasha when I go back and see her tomorrow.

It must be the first power, challenging me to help them. How can I help someone if I don't know where they are at?

Downstairs, the door opens up. I can hear voices come from the foyer, it's my Grandpa and Irene.

"Quinneth, come down and help with the bags." I slide on my red tennis shoes and head downstairs. I grab the left-over groceries and carry them in the kitchen, as I walk in Grandpa and Irene are making out in the kitchen. Once they are met by my presence, they back up and recuperate themselves.

"Sorry honey, we didn't see you there." Irene mutter out fixing the button on her white silk shirt.

"It's ok." A laugh escapes my lips. "You guys can go hang out I'll put the groceries up."

"Are you sure. . .you usually hate putting up the groceries." My Grandpa looks at me like it's a new person standing in front of him.

"Yes, I can do it. Go on." He grabs hold of Irene's hand. I really didn't want to put them up on my own, I just needed to be alone and away from eyes. From that incident my trust is at a all time low. What if it was just me, what if they take over Alexander, Lyra Ida or even my grandpa. It's not about my safety anyone, but theirs too.

"Thank you honey." Irene pats my shoulder as her and my grandpa walk to the living room, their laugh fades as they further on. Now it's just me, the groceries and the creepy abandoning painting laying in the backyard. It takes charge of my eyes; fear runs cold all over me.

A few hours go past as I sit my balcony. I loom over it, staring intently at the cursed painting down below. No one, besides me, knows that it’s down here. I’ve been scared to go and retrieve it. The last creepy thing that happened like this was the Black Lotus painting.

I suddenly realized something, Sasha said that the first power lived on an island, called The Black Lotus. The flower- no it couldn't be. Their dead how would they send a necklace to me from the grave. Well, they were able to take over my body and send me a message in a foreign language, I wouldn’t put anything past them.

Plopping down on the yarn-knitted chair by my door, I slump down trying to hide myself from the world. Why are they targeting me? Why am I so special to them? Last night when I was trying to go to sleep Sasha’s words kept ringing in my head, ‘you have immense power that needs to be used’. Immense, that’s the word I’m fighting with. Immense Is only used when it’s big, like you have immense talent, or something like that.

Sasha also said that Alexander and the others know about it, but are keeping things from me. I understand Alexander keeping the werewolf thing from me, it was to protect not only himself but the pack. This right here is a whole other situation, this is about my future and what I can do, according to Sasha. Why would he keep this from me? I know Sasha is the enemy, but she’s the only one keeping it real with me.

While being deep in thought, rain starts to come down in ruffles. Leaning over the balcony the black paint drips off the canvas staining the once green grass. The words start to disappear into nothingness, like it never existed.