Rise of the Wadjet Witch - By Juliet C. Obodo Page 0,40
truth.
“I do have some supernatural abilities, but they aren’t as prominent as yours. I always thought that was because I was a Gypsy. My sister and I used to play in your garden when our parents met.”
“Am I a Gypsy?”
He laughed. “No way; far from it. Your family was very powerful. My sister and I never wanted to leave whenever we came to the manor. She loved the food and your toys, and I loved—” He looked at her, but didn’t finish his sentence.
“Manor? Oh yes, on the compound.”
“Yes, Memphis, you’re a Quasar, the most enlightened and leaders of our people, The Wadjet. Your family was like royalty.”
“Oh, my God. You knew this the whole time? Why didn’t you tell me? How did you find me?”
“Whoa, so many questions. But I’m not the one to tell you.”
She got up to leave.
“Wait.” He grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Let go of me.”
“No, I’m sorry. Let me explain.”
“I said, let me go.” She stared at his hand on her arm, willing it to loosen its grip.
“Ouch. What was that?”
She looked at her arm and then his hand. She was so shocked that she sat back down. “I have no clue. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I think I might actually have super powers. They must have something to do with where I was born, or when I was born, or who my parents are, but I have no idea. I need your help, Luri.”
He reached for her hand, but stopped to search her eyes for permission. She nodded her consent and he took her hand.
“I’m sorry; I don’t remember much, but I never forgot you. A terrible fire killed my parents, and my aunt Claudia took care of me and my sister. I don’t even remember where the manor was. I think it was in Egypt, but for some reason that doesn’t feel right. It was like no other place I’ve ever been. It was paradise. I went into journalism just so I could travel the world and search for this place.”
“So I’m Egyptian and you’re a Euro-Gypsy who was born in Egypt?” Memphis raised an eyebrow and looked at their reflection in a mirror on the other side of the room. She didn’t look Egyptian.
Lawrence grinned at her disbelief. “I’m not sure where we were born, and my aunt said that she had no idea. She believed my parents joined some sort of cult, and the last time she saw my mother, she was pregnant with my sister and me.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. By the way, is your hand all right?”
“Yes, it is. Thank you for asking.” He looked down at his palm and then flipped her hand around to inspect hers.
“We’re going to have three children.”
“Pardon?”
He laughed at her confusion. “Sorry. Like I said, I come from a family of gypsies. I’ve always been able to use my sixth sense.”
“You don’t think it’s because of your chart?”
“That may have something to do with it, but my aunt explained that our family came from Egypt, but took part in the mass exodus. They went to India, Greece, and then Canada. There are three main subgroups and languages among gypsies: Domari, the Dom, of the Middle East and Eastern Europe; Lomarvren, the Lom, of Central Europe; and Romani, the Rom, of Western Europe. We claim Romani, but I suspect that there’s more to the story. Our family was always treated differently. You could say we were royalty, too—among gypsies at least.”
“You have a Leo Ascendant in your chart, too.” She point to his chart. “That shows royal stature and loyalty, but you don’t have to look at the chart to see that.”
He rewarded her with a smile. “Was that a compliment?”
“Maybe. Tell me more about your family. Why were you treated differently?”
“Because we were masters of dukkerin; it means fortune-telling. This is a part of the family emblem.” He lifted his necklace. “My ancestors, the Tiresias, were prized for their remarkable psychic abilities and the gift to attract good fortune, but feared for their ability to destroy a life with a curse. We were all born with these innate gifts due to their relationship with the stars and nature.” He glanced at his chart. “My family really enjoyed bonding with the spirits of nature; they believed it strengthened their gift. But even among the gifted, there is one with the most power. I come from a long line of chovihanis.”
“Chovihanis?”
“They’re known as witches in the white man’s