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Chapter #3

Don't tell anyone.

    by: Scifiwizard Retired Author IconMail Icon
Sara took you to the attic where she showed you a thick book with strange markings on the cover. "This is the reason you are just a slave to all of us, for now." she explained. "You see, we are a family of powerful witches and warlocks. You, however, were... (wince) ...adopted."

You looked at Sara, stunned. "I... I was... adopted?" you asked. you looked at her, hurt. "This family only adopted me to be a slave, an object of amusement?"

Sarah sighed. "Don't tell anyone this, okay, they'll 'kill' me!" she whispered. "You have been nothing more than a slave to this family since you were five years old but that will all change on your eighteenth birthday, one year from now as you just turned seventeen yesterday."

"How will that all change?" you asked, curious.

Sara paused, listening, then smiled. "You will have absorbed just enough magical energy, from being a slave to us, to become a warlock yourself." she told you. "If you manage that, mom will regress you to my age and you will live your life again as a valued member of the family."

"Why wasn't I told of this long ago?" you asked, frustrated.

Again, Sara sighed. "Because, stupid, the magic only builds up inside of you when you are sad, frustrated, or angry." she replied with a tone of annoyance. "I'm only telling you this because I sensed that you have enough energy to become a warlock now."

"How can I tell if I'm a warlock?" you asked.

Sara smiled. "You return to normal with your own free will." she said. "Go on, give it a try."

Having nothing to lose, you focused your concentration on being your normal height and, to your surprise and delight, you returned to your normal size almost immediately. you wanted to yell out in joy but Sarah quickly hushed you silent. "I did not return you to normal with my magic, you did that on your own." she told you. "However, the really hard part is yet to come and you are going to wish you were our slave again."

"The hard part....?" you asked, confused.

Sara giggled. "Your training, silly." she said with a smile. "All witches and warlocks must undergo five years of torturous tests and trials before they are accepted as a member of the family." she suddenly shivered. "You wouldn't know but my training began when I was five, I still have nightmares from it."

You gulped. "What should I expect?" you asked.

"It's different for everyone." replied Sarah, returning the book to its hiding place. "But I would imagine that you can expect the same treatment you had been receiving, only much worse."

"Did anyone tell you the reason for this training?" you asked.

"I did, during my training." replied Sara. "Mom told me that we witches and warlocks have a bitter enemy whose powers are just as legendary as our own but she did not tell me who."

"What... What should I do, sis?" you asked.

"The next time someone decides to shrink you, make your choice." said Sara. "Resist their power, if you wish to be trained as a warlock and become accepted as a member of the family or... allow them to shrink you if you wish things to remain as they are for the rest of your life."

"The rest of my life!?" you asked, alarmed.

Sara gave a dark chuckle. "Do you seriously think we would let you go, now that you know all about us?" she asked.

It was then that you realized that Sara did not wish to let you go and decided to give you a choice, five years of hell to become a real member of the family or a life time of servitude.

"Hobsen's choice." you muttered, leaving the attic with Sara following.

Hours later, mom returned home from work to find you in the kitchen. "Hello, dear." she said, sweetly. "Would you mind helping me, I lost something in my purse, could you be a 'doll' and go in there to look for it?"

"Do I have a choice?" you asked, wincing.

Mom grinned. "No but I thought I'd be nice about it."

With that, you felt her power seizing your body. Now was the time to decide!

What do you do?...

You have the following choices:

1. You resist mom's power.

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2. You lose your nerve and shrink.

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3. You accidentally shrink mom!

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