• I was traveling with a Robicheaux all along?! If I’m meant to defeat him then how the heck did I not realize he was an enemy?! And who was that lady?! What the heck did she mean by I was a Boli and I needed to use my power to protect my coven?! I silently ranted. And now that I was in Gallowline I had no idea what to do. I don’t even have any money…
    “Goddess give me inspiration.” I murmured. And she obliged. Go to the sewing guild and ask for an apprenticeship, a voice whispered.
    “Thank you, Goddess.”I whispered and off to the sewing guild I went. I didn’t have to go too far either. The sewing guild was on Thread Lane, only a couple blocks from the center of the market. The building was intimidating. It was huge and it seemed to stare at you, daring you to do something about it. I took a deep breath and walked inside. Inside there were 5 people, all sitting in chair above me as if they had been waiting for me. Apparently they had.
    “We know why you are here; Sandy Bollingarud and we accept your apprenticeship. Your master shall be Mistress Cona and you will be staying at 504 Threadweaver Lane. She will accept you an hour from now at 177 Threadmaster Lane. Be sure you are not late.” The one in the middle said. I knew a dismissal when I heard one. I bowed and walked out. I wonder what my home looks like… I decided to go and search for it.
    I went down 2 blocks, past Threadmaster Lane and Threadnewbie Lane. My house was smack dab in the middle of the right side of the street and it looked nice. I walked to the front door and found it unlocked. Inside there were 5 rooms by the look of it, a kitchen, a bedroom, a study, a library, and guest room. In the back there was a field, a small barn, and a medium sized storage room. Are all of the houses this nice? I wondered. My mind began to wander aimlessly and soon I fell asleep which is kind of stupid considering I was still outside.
    “Embrace your power, youngling. Embrace your past and your future. Do not hide from it and work hard to do what is right and follow your heart.” The lady from my last dream told me.
    “Who are you?” I asked the lady.
    “I am Alania.” She answered
    “Who?” I asked thoughly confused. I had expected her have the same name as me. After all she looked a lot like me…
    “Let me show you.” She said and waved her hand. The scenery changed. I was Alania.
    “Mother, please, do not kill him! If you must massacre his whole family, please save him!” I pleaded.
    “You made an oath, Alania, to me, Bast, and your coven. You were only a pawn in the game that James’s father and I play, nothing more.”
    “But I love him!” I protested.
    “Nothing more than enchantments, daughter.” Jaclyn told me. I became angry at that.
    “So you were enchanting me to love him?! How dare you!” I shouted.
    “Calm down, Alania. Of course I didn’t enchant you. I’m sure that James or this father did though.” she said. You’re lying, Mother. You’re just afraid that James and I will overcome you. You haven’t seen the magics we have performed together, the feats. With him I can do things I can’t do alone. Instead of telling my mother all of this I stormed out of the room. Tonight, James and I shall run away to somewhere where witchcraft is not known and that our parents do not know about, either. It shall be hidden from the witch world. With a jolt I realized that the only place that would be would be the human world. Oh well. We’ll survive through the passage, I know it. A doorbell disturbed my thoughts.
    At the door waiting for me was James and he didn’t look too happy.
    “Hello, my dear. Come in.”I greeted and held the door open. James strode in and I took in his beautiful features. My love was about 6 feet tall of tan muscled skin. He had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. He kissed me and said,
    “My love, I really need to talk to you in private. May we go to your room?” Before I could respond there was a big bang and our front door burst off. One of the splinters, one of the fat ones, went flying and hit James in the back, piercing his heart. I cried out in agony.
    “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I began forcing the metal in their weapons to kill their wielders. When the battle was over, I collapsed next to James and cried myself to sleep.
    The scenery changed back and Alania was alone.
    “That is who I am but the question is, will you forge your own destiny or will history repeat itself?” Alania asked.     When I awoke I was still standing. My dream concerned me. All of the things I saw seemed familiar, like I had already experienced them… and Sam looked uncannily like James. The only difference was that James was tan and Sam wasn’t… Maybe… No. It’s not possible. I’m not Alania. No way.
    I looked up at the sun. It had been 45 minutes. Time to leave for Mistress Cona’s. I walked out of the house and to my new master’s house. It looked almost identical to mine. I took a deep breath, walked up to her front door, and knocked. A 20 year old woman answered the door. She had wavy brown hair, dark green eyes, a lean build, and tanish skin.
    “Is Mistress Cona present?” I asked.
    “This is she.” The woman answered.
    “I’m reporting for duty, Mistress. I’m your new apprentice.”I explained.
    “Come in. and please call me Cona. The Mistress part makes me feel old.” Cona said and closed the door behind me as I walked in. “So do you have a thread gift?” she asked me.
    “Yes.” I answered, unhesitant.
    “Can you use it?” Cona asked
    “No.” I replied
    “Okay… can you use other magic?” she asked.
    “Yes.”I replied
    “Well when you are using thread magic it’s the same as any other magic except it takes a physical form. Concentrate on forming a plain white tunic, and create it for me please.” Cona told me. I did as I was told. Cona seemed surprised at how fast I created it.
    “How about this. You come up with your dream dress and create it for me ok?” I closed my eyes and called forth my perfect dress. An emerald green sleeveless dress with beautiful swirl designs embroidered into it with pearl white thread and I called it into being. I could hear Cona’s jaw drop.
    “Wow.” was all she could say. She quickly recovered. “You won’t be an apprentice. You will be my assistant seamstress and you will receive half of my profit each day, starting tomorrow at noon. Meet me at my market stall and hour before. You are dismissed.” I ran home, my dress in hand and tried it on. It fit perfectly and looked gorgeous on me. And it would only look like this on me. Good, I thought. No one will be able to jack the dress. My doorbell rang and without thinking, I answered it with my dress on. The person on the other side was Sam Robicheaux.