Listening to family history for hours was starting to get a little bit boring. Okay the witch trials were bad and witches aren't allowed to use magic for personal gain; otherwise the trials would come back but seriously change the subject.
My parents told us all about my family lineage and only certain powers run through the family. My mother also explained how only one power is passed through every generation in my family. Madness Manipulation. She said that its the ability to control someone's mind but certain witches in my family control the mind in certain ways.
My mother told me that her form of Madness Manipulation is making people see things that aren't really there. So that's why I hurt Melinda. My form of Madness Manipulation is making people's brain explode when I want it to. Then on my Dad's side the powers of the elements are passed down. My Dad was in control of air so that's why I have bolt projection.
All the pieces were coming together to find out who I was but deep down I had the feeling that I was a stranger in my own skin. In my own family. My parents were talking about magic like it was so natural for them. For nineteen years I never knew who my parents really were.
I was beginning to become angry but I had to stop myself before I hurt anyone again. I couldn't cope if I hurt someone like Melinda again. What is Piper going to say? Knowing that I mentally blew up her daughters brain. She'll kick me out the moment she finds out. Even Phoebe and Paige wouldn't let me go near their children if they found out.
I had to control my emotions. Melinda said to me that powers are linked to emotions. But the way I felt when Chris was with me didn't feel like an emotion. I was just energised and buzzing. I couldn't feel anything but a buzz of energy. All other feelings were buried away.
"The important thing to know about how to control these types of powers is what makes them spark. What they're linked to." My mother explained and I snapped out of my train of thought.
"Well all powers are emotionally linked." Wyatt confirmed.
"Not particularly. The Madness Manipulation that runs in my blood is emotion based but Andrew's is physically based." My mother began again.
That's why I didn't feel anything when a bolt came out of me. Just energy. I wonder if that's how my dad felt too when he projects lightening.
"How do you draw power from physical feelings?" Melinda asked fascinated.
"If I feel cold or hot or energised I focus on that and then I can project. If I've cut myself I focus on the stinging pain." My dad told her.
I sat in the corner like a lemon, not particularly listening on how I can control my powers. I know what they are and what they can do so using them will be pointless if i have to have emotions or physical emotions.
"Anna are you even listening?" A voice called and I looked up with a dazed look on my face.
I just shook my head in a tired way. My mum huffed in frustration and Wyatt and Penny gave me concerned looks.
"How are you supposed to learn how to use your powers if you don't listen?" My mother scolded.
I rolled my eyes and slumped my posture. I couldn't be asked for this. I didn't want my reunion with my dead parents to be all about magic and my powers. I have the rest of my life to learn those.
"I'm fed up of family history. It's boring. I don't want spend all day talking about our great and powerful ancestors. Even more I don't want to spend all day revolving around magic." I whined looking at them all.
"Sorry dear but demons don't give up on who they want to kill for you to stop doing magic. This is for your own safety." Penny told me.
I can't wait until she leaves.
"Right, instead of talking about magic why don't you go up to the attic and try and channel your powers so your doing something." Wyatt suggested.
I gulped and looked at Melinda. I couldn't do magic. No. Not after what I did to Melinda. No, no no. They saw my worry and discomfort.
"It won't happen again okay, you have to try otherwise you'll never learn how to control it." Wyatt said with a gentle tone.
At least he hasn't bitten my head off for it. Like some people. I stood up and took a deep breath. I looked at Wyatt with my brow furrowing. He mouthed "I'll help you" and smiled. That gave me a bit of ease but I could still hurt him.
I started to go up to the attic with Wyatt following behind. I took one last look at my parents as I walked up the stairs. My mother was talking to Penny. My dad turned to me and crossed his fingers for luck. He crossed it over his chest and I did the same. He used to do that all the time when I was afraid to do something.
It was nice to know that this part of my life hasn't changed...
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