The Witches Of Denmark Read Online Free Page B
Author: Aiden James
father was born on January 5 th , 1714. According to legend, he was born in what amounted to a barn, wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid in a manger. Okay, that last part isn’t true. Just making sure that everyone is with me so far.
My family stayed in Poland for another twenty years, and that’s when the first ‘newcomer’ in nearly three hundred years was added to our clan: my mother. A Warsaw orphan, to this day I’m not sure what her real last name was at the time, so it shouldn’t matter here. She is and has been Silvia Radu since she married my father in 1798. My father would’ve been Alisia’s physical age of sixteen by then, and Mom was slightly older, physically, at the time. Perhaps 1780 was her birth year? That is the standard guess, and Mom’s personality is definitely a Scorpio. We celebrate her birthday on the fifteenth of November each year.
Unlike most of us, my mother wasn’t born into our special kind of ‘witch-hood’, or ‘warlock-hood’ if she had been a male. She had gifts from birth, and was practicing what my grandmother disdainfully refers to as ‘Roma witchcraft’, a form severely tainted by Roman Catholic traditions. However, my grandmother felt compassion toward my mother, ever since Grandma noticed her as a little girl wandering the poverty-stricken streets of Warsaw. Eventually, my family took her in and treated Mom as one of their own.
When my father became romantically interested in my mother, my grandmother was less than thrilled. However, after much debate among The Elders in our family and their associates throughout Europe, they decided to allow her to partake in n aș tere la întuneric . From that moment, just days before their marriage in April, 1798, Mom became endowed with the gamut of gifts we all share, including the fact that her lifespan went from forty to eighty years in those days to the standard six hundred and forty years we can expect to survive as ‘semi-immortals’. Her strength became superhuman, almost overnight, and the special gifts she was born with were now formidable—even to those in our clan, many of whom carry extrasensory abilities such as clairvoyance and clairaudience, along with the ability to bend reality to fit their whims.
But allow me to move on, since we can chat for days on what all this means.
The oldest people in our family who remain amongst the living are my grandfather and grandmother, Georghe and Florin Radu. Both were born and raised in Bucharest, Romania. Grandpa’s birthday is October 5 th , and his birth year was 1496. Grandma was born in April 9 th , 1505, in a small village just outside of Bucharest that no longer exists. Her family, which to be honest I’ve forgotten the name, was one of Romania’s oldest witch clans. They have since been wiped out by the growing pestilence of the Mateis, who pounced on the death of Toma Matei in 1877 as an excuse to wage war against any family still friendly to the Radus. They used their American cousin’s horrific death as a battle cry to purge the witches and warlocks from Grandma’s people, as well as other families residing in Romania and the surrounding nations. If not for a powerful intuition coming to my mother shortly after my birth, the three of us would’ve journeyed to certain death in my father’s former homeland.
So, aside from uncles, aunts, and cousins that will come into play in my story, we are ready to continue. I last left you with my parents getting ready to enter our brand new home—through the back door, no less. How ironic, in light of what has since come to pass. Maybe our luck would’ve been better had we decided to do things more formally, and entered our new palatial home through the front door.
Regardless, it’s too late to reclaim that mojo now.
Chapter Three
I shouldn’t have been surprised that the opulence hinted at by the home’s exterior would continue the very moment we stepped through the back door.
My family stayed in Poland for another twenty years, and that’s when the first ‘newcomer’ in nearly three hundred years was added to our clan: my mother. A Warsaw orphan, to this day I’m not sure what her real last name was at the time, so it shouldn’t matter here. She is and has been Silvia Radu since she married my father in 1798. My father would’ve been Alisia’s physical age of sixteen by then, and Mom was slightly older, physically, at the time. Perhaps 1780 was her birth year? That is the standard guess, and Mom’s personality is definitely a Scorpio. We celebrate her birthday on the fifteenth of November each year.
Unlike most of us, my mother wasn’t born into our special kind of ‘witch-hood’, or ‘warlock-hood’ if she had been a male. She had gifts from birth, and was practicing what my grandmother disdainfully refers to as ‘Roma witchcraft’, a form severely tainted by Roman Catholic traditions. However, my grandmother felt compassion toward my mother, ever since Grandma noticed her as a little girl wandering the poverty-stricken streets of Warsaw. Eventually, my family took her in and treated Mom as one of their own.
When my father became romantically interested in my mother, my grandmother was less than thrilled. However, after much debate among The Elders in our family and their associates throughout Europe, they decided to allow her to partake in n aș tere la întuneric . From that moment, just days before their marriage in April, 1798, Mom became endowed with the gamut of gifts we all share, including the fact that her lifespan went from forty to eighty years in those days to the standard six hundred and forty years we can expect to survive as ‘semi-immortals’. Her strength became superhuman, almost overnight, and the special gifts she was born with were now formidable—even to those in our clan, many of whom carry extrasensory abilities such as clairvoyance and clairaudience, along with the ability to bend reality to fit their whims.
But allow me to move on, since we can chat for days on what all this means.
The oldest people in our family who remain amongst the living are my grandfather and grandmother, Georghe and Florin Radu. Both were born and raised in Bucharest, Romania. Grandpa’s birthday is October 5 th , and his birth year was 1496. Grandma was born in April 9 th , 1505, in a small village just outside of Bucharest that no longer exists. Her family, which to be honest I’ve forgotten the name, was one of Romania’s oldest witch clans. They have since been wiped out by the growing pestilence of the Mateis, who pounced on the death of Toma Matei in 1877 as an excuse to wage war against any family still friendly to the Radus. They used their American cousin’s horrific death as a battle cry to purge the witches and warlocks from Grandma’s people, as well as other families residing in Romania and the surrounding nations. If not for a powerful intuition coming to my mother shortly after my birth, the three of us would’ve journeyed to certain death in my father’s former homeland.
So, aside from uncles, aunts, and cousins that will come into play in my story, we are ready to continue. I last left you with my parents getting ready to enter our brand new home—through the back door, no less. How ironic, in light of what has since come to pass. Maybe our luck would’ve been better had we decided to do things more formally, and entered our new palatial home through the front door.
Regardless, it’s too late to reclaim that mojo now.
Chapter Three
I shouldn’t have been surprised that the opulence hinted at by the home’s exterior would continue the very moment we stepped through the back door.
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