Sarah bit her lip, considering, “Not quite to the same amount. The Master prefers souls and servants over sacrifices. I mean…if people are dead, he can’t use them. If that makes sense. He wants people in his service…though if witches were to renounce him, I can see him wanting…payment.” She shuddered. Luckily, Sarah had never been given a choice whether to be a witch of the Salem Tradition or not. She simply was, so the moral quandary of deciding whether to sell her soul that most devotees had to face had been absent for her. Her mother and aunts had ensured her soul was never hers to begin with.
Shaking her head, Sarah tried to refocus on lighter topics, “No, I guess not. Do they let you use your godlike abilities in P.E?” She teased, “I’m picturing dodgeball with lightning bolts.”
At Hector’s question about her home, the witch abruptly grew quiet, before replying in a rare moment of vulnerability, “I don’t really have…one. I mean, the Isle? That’s a prison, not a home. And here? This is a stepping stone, a stop on the journey. I want to see Salem, because it’s where my family is from, but I don’t know if it’s home.” Realizing she sounded sappy, Sarah tried to pull herself together, forcing a smile on her face:
“I mean, what is home anyway? It better have leather couches, rare spellbooks, and floor to ceiling windows, right?”
“THIS MASTER OF YOURS SOUNDS LIKE AN INTERESTING FELLOW. I WOULD LIKE TO MEET HIM ONE DAY. HE REMINDS ME OF UNCLE HADES.” Hector nods. They were almost at their classroom. Or at least Hector thinks. He still hasn’t gotten used to his way around his classes. And usually, he would be looking at a map, but considering both hands were supporting Sarah, he’d just have to rely on memory.
“YES!” He beams now, as if he hadn’t been just doing that. “ACTUALLY, IT IS ENCOURAGED THAT WE USE OUR GODLIKE ABILITIES. ENHANCE, TRAIN, ETCETERA, ETCETERA.” Then at her comment, he emits a hearty chuckle. “NO, UNFORTUNATELY THE ONLY ONE WITH ACCESS TO LIGHTNING BOLTS WAS GRANDFATHER. BUT THAT, I MUST SAY, WOULD BE INTERESTING. I WOULD HAVE TO TELL THEM ABOUT IT WHEN I GET BACK! WE DID HAVE TO DODGE ARROWS THOUGH, OR AT LEAST CATCH THEM IF YOU WERE FAST ENOUGH. THE STRATEGY DEPENDS ON WHAT ABILITY YOU WERE BLESSED WITH.”
He senses a change of tone in her voice and he slows his pace, not wanting to get to class before she could finish her answer. It saddens him to hear that she didn’t think she had a home. Not here, not anywhere. “PERHAPS…” he starts to suggest, “YOU COULD TRY AND MAKE AURADON YOUR HOME? SOMEWHERE YOU COULD FEEL SAFE AND STABLE AND SECURE? SOMEWHERE YOU COULD BUILD MEMORIES AND JUST BE YOURSELF. IF YOU NEED, I CAN HELP AND I HAVE FRIENDS WHO WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP. IF YOU THINK IT NEEDS LEATHER COUCHES, AND RARE SPELLBOOKS AND FLOOR TO CEILING WINDOWS, THEN WE WILL HELP YOU GET THAT. I JUST THINK EVERYONE DESERVES TO FIND A PLACE THEY CAN CALL HOME.”
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