On the night of July 10 to 11, specifically at 11:30 am, my rite of passage began. Every young sorceress and wizard who turned 18 had to go through it. This ritual made you an official member of the magic community, and your power was fully released, giving you much more opportunities than before. The mother prepared a magic potion for her child that was to help with waking up the power completely, then the child had to lie down in a circle drawn or made of herbs and chant the spell with a mother until the power was released in the form of the white light surrounding the child.My mother and I made a circle of herbs in the garden, on an evenly cut lawn, then I drank the potion prepared by my mother and lied down in the center of the circle. Then we both started uttering a spell, during which my mother walked around me, sprinkling with a special powder, which was to additionally ensure the success of the ritual. You need to know that sometimes the ritual could fail, but only if

I drove all the way to Venice, where I ran out of fuel. It was only there that I took my bags and the money from the locker Oliver had left for me there and boarded the train. After a few changes and a flight, I finally reached the capital of Great Britain, London. From there, I set off for Colchester in a bus, from where it was close to Flatford, a small hamlet that contained the house Oliver had bought for us. It was close to a wooded area and we were quite a distance from our closest neighbors, which was good for raising a small hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress.When the taxi drove me to the right place, I noticed a black car in the driveway, which meant Oliver had taken care of that as well. After getting out of the taxi, taking my luggage, and paying the old man who left shortly after, I looked inside the car, which was open and the key was in the ignition, and found another gift in the glove box - information for all bank accounts around the world where Oliver had accu

On December 20, 2007 we celebrated Alex's 1st birthday. Our son was growing up and he was coping better and better with walking all alone, and when I stayed with him in the meadow behind the house, which I turned into a small garden with time, planting various trees, shrubs and flowers, Alex even tried to run slowly, but still he would often fall over. Of course, his mobility meant that I had to keep my eyes around my head, so that Alex wouldn't go in where he shouldn't be, especially when I was left home alone with him because Oliver was in work.We often received fresh eggs and milk from the neighbors, the Wilson's, the ones that who Oliver worked for, because they had not only fields but also chickens and a cow. Overall, they were nice people, so one weekend I even invited them to our place for dinner. Of course, all three of us - me, Oliver and Alex - had to be a bit careful, but luckily there were no weird incidents that could call into question if we really were normal hu

My mother came to us at the beginning of March, even before my birthday. She really enjoyed seeing Margareth and me, sincerely apologized to Oliver, but especially Alex won her heart. I had the impression that my son had cast some powerful love spell on his grandmother, because since then, my mother has changed beyond recognition. If mom wanted to reward us for her earlier behavior, she did so more than needed during the first month of her stay with us. Mother even promised to meet with the wizards and sorceress council that took place in the fall, to ask for an exception to be made for relationships like mine and Oliver's or Margareth and Christopher's, that is, relationships connected by true love, which could be easily verified. My mother said that being alone for several months, she had carefully thought through everything and came to the conclusion that our community should be glad if any creature of darkness would love one of the sorceress truly, and we would manage to drag su