Reincarnated

Alex's POV:
"Alex how am I supposed to be a good witch if I can't even do a simple spell," Tay plops down on her bed and puts a pillow over her head. Tay has been really frustrated lately trying to do spells and potions, but she can't get figure them out. "What spell are you working on?" "I'm trying to put a protection spell on Natalie," she mumbles under the pillow. I sit down by her and take the pillow off her head and she stares up at me. "Why can't I figure this out Alex." "Maybe its because how old you are." "No, that can't be it. My past life was able to do spells before she was 10." I let out a deep sigh and run my hand through my hair. "I wonder what's going on then." "Alex. I think you should talk to Natalie." "Why?" "After what happened at open mic night, I'm worried about her. She has no idea what happened." "She doesn't?" "No. Its like Oli put her under a spell or something when he sang. And it was like he was singing about her." "Jack has been right," I breathe out. "Right about what?" "He's been saying we shouldn't trust Oli. My reason about him is that we can't just assume he's the enemy just because of his bad attitude and how he reacted when she started being friends with us." "Well now we have a reason to believe he's the enemy." "I just don't know how to approach this, because I don't remember him." "Maybe Natalie does." "What do you mean?" "Well, none of us remember him. But maybe Natalie does." "Natalie can't remember his past life because of the spell that was put on her remember." "Oh yeah. Crap."

I lay down by Tay and stare up at the ceiling. "Oli has to be a part of this somehow, maybe his past life is part of Clara's." "Maybe. But the only person who would remember this is Natalie." "But she can't." "Maybe the king and my past life planned this. To make sure she never gets her memories back, so the war won't start again." "But why do I feel like Oli is up to something." "I feel it to, we all do. Your not alone. But Alex, you should still talk to Natalie, about her home life. At open mic, it showed something is up with Natalie." "Okay I will."
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"Hey Natalie, can we talk real quick." "Sure." We get up from the lunch table and sneak outside where we can be alone. "What's up?" "At open mic night, that song Vic wrote, that's about you isn't it." Natalie looks down and starts playing with the hem of her shirt. "Natalie. Did you tell Vic." Natalie slowly nods. "Why?" "I felt guilty not telling Vic. He's my boyfriend and I trust him. He wanted to know why I been living at Tay's, what was going on with my family. Like if they kicked me out or something." Natalie slowly starts crying and I pull her in to my body. "What did you tell him?" "Everything, how my parents treated me, how much we moved around because of them and their shit, how they left town without me knowing the night of the party, and how you found me. I told him I told you to not tell anyone." "I swear I didn't tell anyone." "I know you didn't." Natalie calms down and she steps back. "You never have to see them again Natalie, your free." "But what am I supposed to do Alex. I can't live at Tay's forever, and the school is going to find out and the state is going to take me away I just know it." "Its going to be fine Natalie. They can't do anything if they don't know." "They will know though." "When do you turn 18." "April 22." "They can't touch you once your 18, you'll be legal."

"But what am I supposed to do until then? Its months away." "We'll figure out something, we just have to keep this a secret from the school." "Okay." "Come on, lets finish eating before lunch is over." Natalie nods and we walk back in.
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Unknown person POV:
I watch them from afar, ever since Natalie moved into Tay's house, I knew something was up. Especially when Alex is the main one she goes to when she needs to talk about something serious. I'm glad my friend came to see me, he helped me remember everything and what my real mission is. Once they go inside I stand up from the bushes and walk back home, I faked sick this morning so I didn't have to go to school to do more research on my own. I take the shortcut home and get home, I go to the back of my house and climb up the ladder that I had put out earlier by my window. I climb up the ladder and get to my open window and get in my room. I stare at my hand, the scar still on my hand where he had cut me. But we had to share blood in order for me to have my old memories. We have to be patient, in a few months we can complete the ritual to bring this war back and claim what is ours.

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