by Sarra Cannon
The woman pursed her lips. “What do you want with my Morgyn?”
There was some rustling behind her, then Morgyn's voice soared through the room. “Grandma, who is it?”
I smiled. “There she is now,” I said.
“It's one of your cheerleader friends,” she said through clenched teeth.
“You know I don't have any cheerleader friends,” Morgyn said. She came to the door with a smile, then her expression fell. “Oh, great, it's you.”
“Look, I just want to talk to you for a few minutes,” I said. “Please.”
She seemed to consider it, but her grandmother shook her head. “Absolutely not,” she said. She turned to Morgyn. “I won't have you associating with those girls.”
Her grandmother slammed the door in my face, and I opened my mouth in shock. What the hell did she do that for? I knocked on the door again, a little louder this time. There was no answer.
Frustrated, I walked back to my bike. My phone buzzed again, and I sighed. It was going to be one of those days. I pulled the phone from my pocket, knowing full well who the message was from.
Only I was wrong.
Meet me in the school parking lot. Five minutes.
There was no caller ID, but I knew exactly who it was from. I looked up at the small yellow house and smiled.
Demons Or Death
Morgyn Baker's green Toyota pulled up as the sun sank beneath the horizon. She didn't bother to get out of her car. She just pushed the passenger side door open. I sat down inside.
“Thanks for meeting me,” I said.
“What do you want, cheerleader? I don't have much time, and I don't want to be seen talking to you.”
Such a nice girl. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Too bad I needed her help. Otherwise, I would be inclined to give her a piece of my mind.
“I want to know about your time on the Demons cheerleading squad.”
My statement obviously surprised her. She flipped her head toward me, her eyes wide. “I was never on the Demons cheerleading squad.”
“Maybe not officially,” I said. “But you were chosen, right?”
She put her hands on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead.
“Listen, it's obvious you hate us, and for some reason, you seem to hate me especially. I don't exactly get it, but I can live without your undying love and devotion,” I said. “I just want to know how far you got into the...” I searched for the right word to use. “Initiation.”
“You mean, did they take me out to the sacred circle and give me some crazy tattoo?” She picked at her chipped black nail polish.
“Yes, that's exactly what I mean.”
“Why would I tell you that anyway?”
“You came out here for a reason, right?” I said. “Besides insulting me? Because you could have done that just fine from your house.”
She turned and looked me in the eye, as if she were trying to make up her mind about something.
“Look,” I said. “I completely understand why you're not a fan of the cheerleaders in this town. Right now, I'm not so sure I'm a fan either. I wouldn't be coming to you like this unless I absolutely had to. You're the only person who has ever gotten off the squad. I need to know how you did that.”
Morgyn bit her lower lip, then took in a long breath. Her hands trembled slightly as she turned and lifted the back of her shirt. There, on her back was a tattoo of a demon that was strikingly similar to my own. I gasped. Brooke said no one else's tattoo had ever taken the form of a demon. She'd been wrong.
“Your tattoo is similar, right?”
I nodded. “I don't understand.”
“That's the way the Order wants it,” she said. “They don't want to actually tell their recruits anything, because if you knew the truth, you'd never agree to go along with their rituals. It's all about secrets with them.”
“How did you get out?” I asked the question softly. I didn't know if I could trust her, but I had to try. I needed to know, because if there was a way out, I wanted to take it.
Morgyn glanced around the parking lot. Her foot tapped nervously against the floorboard. “The only reason I'm going to tell you this is because we're the same, you and me.” She paused, and I wondered if she'd changed her mind. Then, she spoke again. “You are the Prima.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Do you know what that means? I've heard it before, but I don't think I was supposed to know, and I have no idea what it means.”
“In order for you to understand, I have to start from the beginning.”
I settled back in my chair. My breath moved high into my chest and my heart pounded.
“I'm sure you've already been taught that the witches of the Order of Shadows are all descendants of a human woman and shadow demon. For many years, the witches were a close-knit family. They were content with their powers and proud of their heritage because it was born from love. But one day, a group of sisters decided they wanted more power. They formed a group called the Order of Shadows and dedicated their lives to finding ways to increase their abilities and influence.
“That's when they discovered a spell that could open a portal between our world and the shadow world. They call these portals demon gates.”
I thought about the strange blue pool of light on the floor in the ritual room.
“All over the world, there are places where magical energy is naturally strong and the fabric between our world and theirs is weaker. The Order of Shadows spent centuries locating these magical places and opening demon gates in each of them.”
“So, Peachville isn't the only one?”
“Not by a long shot,” she said. “There are thousands of demon gates all over the world. The Order of Shadows is extremely powerful.”
“I had no idea,” I said. “The way Mrs. King talks about it, I thought the Order was just a local coven of witches.”
“That's what they want you to believe,” she said. “The Order's goal in opening these demon gates was to harness the power of the shadow demons. Not by mating with them and passing the power on to their daughters, but by making them slaves inside each witch's body.”
“I've seen it,” I said.
She turned to me, eyes wide. “What do you mean?”
“Brooke,” I said. “She was initiated into the Order this past weekend.”
“And they let you watch? That can't be right.”
“No,” I said. “They didn't know I was there.”
Morgyn studied me, then laughed. “Maybe I've underestimated you, cheerleader. I definitely want to know how you managed to pull that off, but first, I need to tell you the rest of the story. As with all magic, there are rules involved in the opening of the gates and maintenance of the portals. When a gate is opened, a virgin witch with strong powers is chosen to be the first. The Prima. She is bonded to the first demon called through the gate. This demon cannot be a lesser demon. In order for the portal to open, the first demon through must be a powerful shadow demon.
“The Prima is also more than just one girl. Her entire future line is bound to the same demon. When one Prima dies, the next girl in the family line is then bound to the first demon.”
“And that's what I am?” So much was going through my mind. A vision of the lady in white from my dreams. She must have been the original Prima. My great-great-grandmother or something like that.
“Yes,” she said. “And you are the only one left of your line. Without a reigning Prima, a demon gate is much less powerful than it could be. That's why you're so important to them, Harper. You already have a connection to Peachville's first demon, but it's nothing compared to what it will be when they take you through the final initiation ceremony. When the true spirit of the first demon enters you, you will become more powerful than you could ever imagine. But even more than that, every witch who has ever been bound to a demon from the Peachville demon gate will become more powerful.”
I sat back in my seat and stared down at my hand. The scar on my hand was a test. Som
ehow they must have tested my blood to see if I was the Prima. But how had they found me in the first place? And what had happened to my mother?
“Is that why my tattoo took the form of a demon?” I asked.
Morgyn nodded. “Yes.”
“So are you also a Prima?”
She gave me a half-smile. “You're smart, Harper. You catch on fast. Yes, I am a Prima. They brought me to Shadowford when I was only ten years old with the purpose of finding out if I was their Prima. When they gave me the tattoo, it came out a demon, but it wasn't the right one. I am a Prima, but not for this demon gate.”
“So where, then?”
Morgyn lowered her head. “Far from here,” she said.
“Why don't you just go home, then?”
“It's not that easy,” she said. “There are rules, remember? I have already been marked by the wrong demon gate. In order to go home, I have to complete my service to the Order here in Peachville.”
“What kind of service?”
She sighed and looked out the window. “You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”
I sat quietly, letting the information she'd given me so far sink in. I felt like a starving man being kept alive with tiny drops of water. I never quite got the entire truth.
“So why tell me all of this if you hate me so much?”
“I don't hate you,” she said. “I envy you. You're going to have the entire world at your fingertips.”
I shook my head. “I don't want this,” I said. “I don't want any of it.”
“Then you're a fool,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Look, I just came here to tell you that you need to be careful who you talk to and what you say. You have no idea the danger you face.”
“Danger?”
“If the last of a Prima's line is killed, the demon gate closes and every demon who came from it is instantly killed as well.”
My eyes widened. “Wait. If I die, every witch who was bound to a demon from Peachville's gate would die too?”
“Exactly,” she said. “And there are people who want you dead.”
I shivered. “Who?”
“The Others,” she said. “A sect of witches who believe that all demons are evil and have no place in our world. The Others believe our power comes from God, not demons. They believe the Order is corrupt. It's a conflict that's been around for centuries. They're always watching, Harper. And if they figure out who you are, they'll come for you.”
I thought of the woman in black who was staring at us in the mall and shook my head. “It isn't fair,” I said. “I didn't ask for this!”
“Neither did I,” she said. “But it's who we are.”
“What do I do? I can't just stay here and let them put a demon inside of me. And I certainly don't want to die.”
Morgyn sighed and looked at her watch. “Your path is your own,” she said. “The important thing for now is that the Others don't know who you are yet. It's important they don't find out. I'm sorry, Harper, but I have to go. If my grandmother finds out I talked to you, she'll kill me.”
“Wait,” I said. “You can't just drop all this shit in my lap and walk away.”
“I'll try to find another time we can talk,” she said. “I'm sorry. I've already stayed way too long.”
She motioned toward the door. I opened it and stepped out into the cool evening air.
Morgyn drove away before I could ask her anything else. I sat down on the blacktop of the school's parking lot and tried to make sense of everything she'd said.
Yes, she had given me some answers, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to ask her about Jackson. Was he some kind of witch? How was he related to the Order of Shadows? What about Shadowford? She said they brought her there to find out if she was the Prima. Was that all Shadowford home really was? A testing ground for orphan girls to see if we were the long lost Prima?
And what about my mother? How did she die? And why did I end up miles away with another family?
I wavered between despair and anger. I never wanted to be special. All I ever wanted was to be a normal girl. Now, I knew I would never be able to leave this town. My choices were bleak. Demons or death. And I didn't like the thought of either one.
You've Got Five Minutes
I finally managed to pull myself together and bike home to Shadowford. All I wanted to do was go up to my room and be alone, but the second I pulled into the driveway, I knew that was going to be impossible.
Drake's car sat in front of the house. In the porch light, I could see him sitting on the swing holding a large bunch of pink roses. I wasn't sure I had the mental energy to deal with him, but what choice did he give me?
I threw my bike down in the front yard and made my way up the steps.
“Hey, baby,” he said. “Where have you been? I've been waiting here for, like, two hours.”
“Sorry to inconvenience you,” I said. I couldn't believe he was trying to make me feel guilty for making him wait when he was supposed to be here to apologize. “I was studying for a history test.”
“These are for you.” He handed me the roses. They were beautiful and probably cost a pretty penny, but roses hardly made up for the way he treated me.
“Thanks,” I said. I moved toward the front door, but he stepped in front of me.
“Wait,” he said. “We really need to talk this out.”
“You've got five minutes,” I said.
“Look, I know you're pissed, okay? I know I was a complete asshole. But I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing.”
“You were really mean to me,” I said. “I don't like being treated that way. You know, I had to find my own way home that night, thanks to you. I could have been stranded.”
“How did you get home anyway?” he asked. “Foster ended up calling his dad to come get us. I looked for you, but you were already gone.”
“I got a ride with a friend.”
“Who?”
“None of your business,” I said. “Are you here to apologize or to play twenty questions?”
Drake sighed. “Please, Harper. You've got to forgive me. I promise I won't ever act like that again.”
I knew I couldn't forgive him for what he'd done, but I also knew I couldn't break up with him yet, either. “If you do, I swear to God, I'll never go out with you again.”
He smiled. “Does that mean we're okay now?”
I shrugged. “Sure.”
He grabbed me up in a giant bear hug, lifting me from the ground and squishing my roses between us. “Whew,” he said. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
No, but I have a pretty good idea how much it means to your mother.
“I really need to get inside and finish my homework and stuff,” I said. “I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Okay,” he said. “Thanks, Harper. I really am sorry.”
He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head and gave him my cheek instead of my lips.
“So, we're still on for this weekend, right?”
I stared at him, confused. “What's this weekend?”
He laughed. “Wow, you must be seriously focused on your schoolwork or something. It's Homecoming, silly. It's three days of packed events. There's the mixer on Thursday with the alumni, then the game on Friday, and finally the big dance on Saturday night. I already rented a limo for the group and everything.”
I forced a smile. “I can't wait,” I said.
“Great.” He kissed my cheek again, then bounded down the stairs and to his car. “Goodnight, Harper.”
“Goodnight, Drake.”
Some Strange Addiction
I had a hard time concentrating at school the rest of the week. Even magic training couldn't hold my attention. There were so many crazy things going through my brain, I couldn't straighten it all out. Brooke still hadn't come back to school, and I was worried about her. Drake was acting like things were back to normal and he'd never done anything wrong. Plus, I had just found out that being the Pr
ima also meant I had zero control over my own future. Even with all that going on inside my head, I was still required to smile and act interested in everyone's plans for Homecoming weekend.
Some committee had put decorations up throughout the entire school, and everywhere I turned, there was a reminder of the weekend's activities. There was talk of famous alumni flying in for the event. I, for one, wondered just how famous the alumni of a small school like Peachville High could really be, but when someone mentioned the actress, Clara Summers, I was floored. She was one of the hottest women in Hollywood. Every movie she was in grossed millions. And she was from Peachville? I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. She was probably a member of the Order of Shadows.
Rumor was that Clara was flying in on Thursday morning and would be at both the mixer and the game this weekend.
“Have you ever met her?” I asked the gang at lunch on Thursday.
“I have,” Lark said. “She came into town, like, four years ago to present some award at one of my mom's campaign lunches. But that was before she was as much of a superstar as she is now.”
“Let me guess,” I said. “She was also a Demons cheerleader?”
Allison laughed. “Of course.”
I wondered about the glamour Lark had taught me the other day in her room. How far could magic like that take a girl? Could she take herself from an ugly duckling to a real beauty like Clara? Could she make people like her enough to elect her mayor? An uneasy feeling ran though my body. Power like that made it impossible to tell where reality left off and magic began.
Besides, I had originally thought the magic was sort of special to Peachville, but after what I'd learned from Morgyn, I knew I was being naïve.
“I heard the governor of Georgia is coming too. She graduated from PHS, like, forty years ago and hasn't been back in ages.”
“Governor Davis?”
“Yeah,” Drake said. “She's a good friend of my mom's. I think she's planning to have dinner at our house Saturday night, but obviously I'll miss it because of the dance.”
“Speaking of the dance,” Foster chimed in. “Who is riding with us in the limo? Everyone?”