11 A good Reputation?

For a moment I remember those old days, I was building a good reputation and I take pride in my job. For some that started out as a hobby had snowballed into a seventeen hour day job. My talents had manifest early and help assist the job. One talent was the skill with auras, I see and manipulate them. It was all the powers I had.

Even now they were sucky. There was not offensive element to my talent. Hell, if I didn't make deals and got more power I'd be dead.

I remember it like yesterday. When I stumble across a memoir of a dark wizard in a garage sale at the age of six, it changed my life. The little old book with blue aura was easy to find in a sea of yellow. It was a good book that if it was judge by its cover would never had been bought.

Since then I've been collecting books and then artifacts ever since. Any place where you could buy I would go there buying and looking for things with the right aura.

"Such a merry time" I continue to mumble, hating having to deal with these people.

I hate to handle people. Even after I got better people skills but I know I'll never be that nice friendly girl. My social life, is entwined with moments I visit my parents. There weren't that many.

Mother would take me to Christmas and New Year parties. She would introduce me to a friend's daughter and went on to great her friends. Leaving me alone knowing no one but somehow I had to manage to fit in by drinking and laughing at appropriate moments, acting as if I belong.

The summers were no better, spending most of my time in a renaissance fair. I sold goods like candle and herbs. Dad had own the land where the fair was held and he let me sell rent free so I could save up for college. He said it was character building and a good experience. It may have been part of the reason but the other part was he didn't have the money to send me to college and didn't like the idea of mother's new husband doing it for him. So it was his away to provide a solution by helping me provide for my own future.

Hated every minute of both worlds, putting it simply I relate to books better than people. It was no great wonder that I don't have any friends. I was a loner then and I was a loner now. Books were all I ever needed.

"Great, I need to go" I mumbled looking at the clock I knew I was running late.

I went down to my lab to check my potions I was cooking. They had infused properly almost ready to package it just need a little more instant cocoa and I'll have a month supply of customizing chocolate remembering potions. I turn off the burner, pour them into a mold and I was ready.

Before heading out I place my crystals in place and walk out the door locking it behind me. Turn down the lamp post for security measures, activating extra protection spells and I was off.

It was the life of a witch. Always having to watch over your back, always having to be careful and always finding ways for more power, in fact, you can never be too careful. My home had more security than the Pentagon. I had six inches concrete walls, triple locks door and death curses encrypted into every surface form the front door inwards. Even my furniture was arranged so spells could take effect to its full potential with the help of mirrors. Years later this had been my prison for a half a century at the old man order but that is a problem for another time.