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2024-10-29 19:42:56As I mentioned before, Witches' powers begin to develop when we're 18. As soon as midnight hits on our 18th birthday we literally come into them and we have no idea what they'll be. We could develop one or more, and we'll almost certainly develop more the older we get.
On my 18th birthday, I developed two - enhanced strength and enhanced night vision. What does this mean in lamens terms? I have the ability to lift immense weights, including humans and I can see in the dark. How did I find out about my enhanced strength? When I accidentally ripped the refrigerator door off after an argument with my mom. Boy was she pissed! The night vision was pretty easy to discover - I woke up for a pee in the middle of the night and realized no light was necessary, followed by scaring the crap out of myself with my own reflection in the mirror.
That was 7 years ago but it doesn't end there, oh no! Six months ago during a very trying time after losing my best friend Charlotte unexpectedly, I discovered I had the ability to raise storms - yep, exactly that. My emotions got the better of me at her funeral and the next thing I knew the worst storm in history hit Salem.
Still to this day, I can't seem to control or harness it properly because of my emotions. So I always have to keep a check on them or the next thing I know, a resident of Salem will be flying past my window. True story! I don't think my neighbor Mr. Peterson has ever recovered mentally. I'm sure for a moment he thought he'd developed the ability to fly until he ended up face-planting our other neighbor Mrs. Percy's rose bush - ouch!
My mom has only ever developed two powers and both were on her 18th birthday - accelerated healing from any injury and she can communicate with any animal, mammal, or even fish. She's a regular Dr. Doliitle. But that doesn't mean that's it for her powers - at any point, this can change. My dad still struggles to get his head around the talking to animals part and often wonders if they're all laughing at his expense - especially because he's allergic to dogs!
After much deliberation, mostly Dad, Mum decided to open up her own boarding kennels for any animal who needs somewhere to stay when its owner decides to go on an extended vacation. Part of the package includes daily walks for the dogs and mom managed to rope me into helping out free of charge! I often wonder if I'll ever develop this power, but as yet, it's a definite no.
It's worked out well for them as mom deals with the physical side of looking after the animals and dad looks after the daily running and finances from the little box office mom set up for him. Now, my dad is a large man, coming in at 6ft 5 tall, so seeing him compacted into the tiny office brings a smile to my face every day! Mum won't let him have any more space as she insists that the animals need it more than he does! Poor dad!
I think it's true that we women rule the world!
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