The Omniscrolls

All witches and wizards in our community were able to summon a familiar of their choosing when they reached the age of fifteen, but that was not the case for my family. My maternal grandmother married a man born with no magical abilities, and it was said that her decision to do so was the cause of our misfortune. The majority of witches and wizards married only those bearing similar abilities because they believed that the mixing of the magical and non-magical genetics would create unpredictable mutations that could last for generations. A few even believed that it could bring about unspeakable chaos. In my family’s case, we were all stuck with weaker familiars that could barely help us with our work. While my father had a jaguar, my mother had a mouse and my elder sister was stuck with a gecko. I had yet to summon mine since my fifteenth birthday was months away. I dreaded what it could be. As the date drew nearer, the other children in my school of magic started to tease me, saying I

I was woken up in the middle of the night to the shattering of a vase downstairs. I grabbed my bat and got behind the bedroom entrance, listening for movement. A minute passed. No other noise arose from outside the bedroom. I wish I hadn’t put my phone to charge overnight in my office; my husband, Matt, always said it was a dangerous habit. I had no other option but to move to the hallway. I opened the door and checked the corners before heading towards the staircase. As I reached it, however, I was hit in the back of my head with a club . I lost the grip of my bat and fell to the floor, gasping as my vision began to blur. “I told you your habit was a dangerous one, Bella.” The voice was fuzzy, but I recognised it—it was Matt. I couldn’t believe what was happening; he had lied about his business trip to hurt me. “Wh...” I struggled to muster any energy. “It’s because you listened to your father and signed that damn prenup!” His words were seething. “Now you’ll die like one of your char