Witch Destiny

By M. Yakus-Johnson

Mezzo is a lost soul, in every sense of the word. He's not human, but stuck on Earth, two halves of his soul at war. He meets Drangea who quickly becomes his light in the dark, the one good thing in his life. He's inexplicably drawn to her, not knowing her role in his life is bigger than just the "want". Quickly they grow close, and they think the only way to truly care for the other is to... let go. Will they find each other in the end? They don't know, but what the do know is Mezzo needs to be at peace. A peace only his beautiful Drangea can give him.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: M. Yakus-Johnson
• Release date: Jul 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452427706

M. Yakus-Johnson

I'm a working mother of three, avid reader, and lover of all kinds of stories. I'm an Idie author and love to receive reviews, feedback and requests for what readers want to see more of.

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Witch Destiny

M. Yakus-Johnson

Witch Destiny

M. Yakus-Johnson

Copyright 2011 by M. Yakus-Johnson

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This book is dedicated to my daughter.

No matter what life gives you, never waiver from who you are, and you will find success and happiness.

Chapter 1

The breeze quietly ruffled my already messy hair as I walked down the street at 3am. No one else was around and that’s the way I liked it. For the millionth time I pondered my so called life, and which direction it’d take me. I never got very far with the thought in any of my lives prior and didn’t expect to this time. I laughed at the thought of Dr. Jekyle and Mr. Hyde, because that’s basically who I was. I was the product of good and evil. Angel and Devil. I was an anomaly. My parents whom I’ve never known were more opposite than night and day.

My name is Mezzo, and for good reason. I am half Angel and half Devil. I never should have been, it wasn’t part of the order of things, but here I am. This has to be my 5th or 6th existence, I lost count. I never fit in anywhere. Heaven feared me, Hell loathed me. Earth was where I usually ended up. Although I’m no human, I felt more like them than anything else. I learned that most people have good and bad in them, Angels and Devils. Although they couldn’t recognize the difference in me, I knew it was there. Everyday tasks made sure of it, I could never trick my own mind into thinking I was, or could be human. Its made for a terribly lonely life so far, just like all the others.

Still walking down the street I felt suddenly not so alone. I had company. I didn’t bother worrying over it because I already knew no one could truly hurt me. I can’t be killed exactly. As with anything else made of higher beings I cannot be harmed by the actions of another. Eventually I just fade away and start over in another body until I make the decision of which world I am to spend eternity in. For some unknown reason I can’t just end up in Heaven or Hell, I have to choose. Until then I live an existence for some time, get everything yanked from under my feet, and since I haven’t made my final decision yet I return back to earth as someone else. Still a half breed, still alone in the world, utterly confused and just as lost in my own body.

Lost in these thoughts, I didn’t realize I bumped into the person walking in my direction. I’m sorry I muttered as I reached out to steady the pretty girl in front of me. S’ok she answered back, truly caught off guard herself. My hand tingled as I touched her, holding her arm just below her elbow. We stared in each other’s eyes for a moment, not being able to move, maybe not wanting to move. Her eyes were the color of honey, with traces of jade, the most unique human eyes I’d ever seen. With just a look anyone could tell there was warmth behind those eyes, sincerity. Her skin smooth and tan, her hair flowing down her back in multiple hues of brown. She was exactly as an Angel should look if I were to make them.

I realized I was staring a little too long when she pulled her arms from my grasp. I stood there stupefied at the sight of her, and what it did to my heart. I could hear it pounding louder than a jack hammer.

I wasn’t paying attention, sorry she said after a moment. She started to walk away and before I could even think I said Wait! I’m sorry, it was my fault, let me walk you to wherever you’re going. It’s too late for a beautiful woman to be roaming the streets alone. She gave me a hesitant smile and I could see from the look on her face that she was contemplating my offer.

I live just down that way she said gesturing behind her You can walk me if you’d like, but I warn you I have mace and I’m not afraid to use it.

I chuckled just slightly knowing I’d never be affected by mace and I wouldn’t hurt her, unless the dark half of me didn’t stay at bay. Fair enough I answered as I nervously ran my fingers through my hair. Nervous, huh, that was a new emotion for me.

We walked in silence for a few moments. So, what’s your name? she asked me when the silence became awkward. Mezzo I replied. She wrinkled her brow at that. That’s unique she said. Yeah, I guess it is. In a way it’s fitting I answered honestly, trying not to be too descript.

How bout you? I asked, intrigued by her beautiful face. I’m Drangea she answered.

Unique as well I see I answered with a smile. Yea, I guess she blushed slightly and giggled. Her face in that moment was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Just a slight twinge to her cheeks, her delicate laugh sounding like tinkling bells, all time stopped for me in that moment. Bringing me out of my thoughts she continued My mom is a florist; her favorite flower is the Hydrangea. So, there ya have it! She giggled again.

I didn’t even realize I stopped walking until she stopped short and stepped a few paces back. You ok? she asked, her face full of concern. Oh, me, no.. I’m sorry I just uh.. I couldn’t even speak right. She was more intoxicating than she knew. Come on then, she teased I thought you were walking me home. She reached out and took my hand, leading me in the direction we were headed. Her touch sent waves of warmth throughout me, and I liked it, as much as I was perplexed by it. We walked a moment or two more in silence. So, where you from? You’re not a local, I can tell she finally said.

Kind of all over I answered truthfully. She shook her head Ok, you don’t have to tell me, we just met, I’m sorry I shouldn’t pry. That was the second time in just a few short minutes she’d apologized for something there was no need for.

"No, it’s ok, I guess I’ve just been kind of a loner