Prologue 1.1
My name is Amara Valois and I am a witch. Sweet Circe that sounds like an introduction to one of those weird group therapy meetings... But, the point is that I am a witch, which lately hasn't been much of a shocker, what with the big revealing of the supernatural world and all that, but still, I want to be the first to get my story out, the first real story of a real witch.
I was born to Marigold Valois, a French immigrant fairy (that at least ought to be a shocker), and some dark haired wizard that fled instantly at the words "I'm pregnant". My mother, the fairy, made me who I am today, and I do not mean that in the positive sense of the word. Also my father, the deadbeat wizard -as my mother so fondly calls him day in, day out- had a huge impact on the way I was raised, and I never even met the guy.
In her teens Marigold was the most popular fairy in the arboretum, quite the
diva really, she was -and still is- incredibly beautiful, with her big blue eyes and her strawberry blonde hair, her slender figure, her easy-going personality and that demure french accent.
She had a penchant for trouble however, especially with men. You see she has always been quite a flirt, my mother, especially in her teens, but somehow the boys in the fairy community didn't appeal to her rather
rebellious nature, she found them too plain, too boyish, too... something and much less of what she wanted. So she ventured outside the community, which was also highly frowned upon, to look for adventures and of course, the man of her dreams, that one dark, brooding and mysterious man, every rebellious girl wants.
And apparently she found him in a wizard that she stumbled upon one day, on the outskirts of the forest. He was charming, or so she says, very dark and handsome, with raven black hair and pale skin and stories of the human world, a world that Marigold yearned to know. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear every night and she blushed prettily every time he complimented her, her imposing and assertive self was melted down into a blushing, sighing teenager every time he talked. He had my mother wrapped around his small finger in less than a week.
Eventually the High Council of the arboretum found out and my mother was to be locked away in her own house for at least a month. Pfft, but who were they to keep my mother in line, she was after all the most formidable fairy of the community in the last century or so.
Obviously, she escaped and reunited with her brooding and mysterious wizard. On the day of her 18th birthday, he told her he loved her, and I suppose for my young mother that was the way into her... heart.
So, this is when Marigold really messed up: she got pregnant, because contraception is so overrated. Despite my grandparents loving and caring nature, they could not forgive her this. Therefore, quite dramatically, my mother was banished from the community. She was about 19 at the time I think, a child herself, expecting a child. Evidently she turned for help to her wizard lover.
It turned out he wasn't some sort of Byronic hero, he was merely a scumbag with a penchant for the overly dramatic. So now my mother was a very young inexperienced fairy, completely ignorant of the "real" world and expecting a child. Boo hoo...
Her only choice was to settle in a human town -no other fairy community would take her with Merlin knew what spawn growing in her belly. So in comes the panic, and depression, and poverty and traveling from town to town, trying to conceal her true nature, until eventually she managed to settle down into Moonlight Falls, which from the start seemed quite shady, but what with me growing inside of her and the struggle for survival she didn't pay much attention to it.
This shabby old thing is where she settled and where I grew up... I suppose it must've been quite lovely at some point, about half a century ago. But I always did like the blue kitchen, even if blue isn't my cup of tea.
Fast forward some months and finally, enter moi! Marigold bluntly dumped her reaction to my birth at some point in my teens... Apparently she was completely disappointed by my lack of wings, but even more so, completely horrified by my raven black hair and my face in general, because I was every bit my father, except for the eyes -which people say- are hers. Remember how I was telling you at the beginning that my deadbeat father had quite an effect on me growing up? Well, he basically ruined my childhood simply for passing me his genes, but I doubt it would've been any better if I hadn't looked like him either way.
With what I've been telling you so far about my mother, you must've drawn the conclusion that she was in no way prepared to look after herself, much less a young infant she was not very fond of. She hasn't told me much about my toddler years, and I don't remember much of them. But I do know that's when I started manifesting my inner witch, and that was another blow to Marigold.
She was
childish, so as a child we at least got along well when it came to fun and games, but I wasn't a big fan of those. It wasn't so bad... I mean I was not aware of all the wrongs in our lives, I couldn't grasp the situation as I do now. There was a lot of pink involved in my childhood clothes. I am not proud of those times but I had no choice.
She was working all sorts of odd jobs, parading all sorts of men around the house and I was left to fend for myself and take care the house. So I grew up quite
neat. You do, when you have to clean up after your
party animal of a mother coming home walking in all directions at 3 in the morning, dumping her clothes everywhere on her way to the bedroom. You can imagine, that I had serious trust issues at that point... I was quite a bit of a
loner and aside from animals my interactions with other humans were the bare minimum.
But one day on my way home from school I found the loveliest, blackest cat in the world and brought it home. After much arguing and words of wisdom like "Tres bien, keep him! But you feed him, you clean after him, it is your responsibility, and yours alone! And I don't care where you get the money from because I am not spending a simoleon on that furball!". Really, mother? So, Azrael stayed. He eventually ended up being my one only friend and I discovered I am quite the
cat person.
I realize I could've had it much worse, so let's say my childhood wasn't horribly awful. My teenage years, however, are an entirely different story, but that's something for another night. Thank you for deciding to accompany me through the journey of my life, and welcome to "Witch Weekly - Diary of a Modern Witch". Bonne nuit my dear readers!
A/N: Constructive criticism is always encouraged as I am at my first Sims story and I have a lot to learn. Thank you for taking the time to read. Much love, Amara.
