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For once the house was not full of the smell of garlic and rosemary as what was Keya’s father usually cooked with. Her little music box, a gift from her father on the second day of her being in his care, played on her vanity among the rarely used hair brush and some little things that she collected. The gentle melody from the box did not help her calm down or block out the yelling outside her door and downstairs. Keya shuddered as she heard her father talking in a very dark tone. She had never heard him talk like that; it was frightening to the toddler.

“What were you thinking, teaching her magic?!”

Keya didn’t know why her father hated magic so much. She didn’t see why it was evil to him or why he never agreed to any non-human babysitters.

“She is magic, Aries! No manner of blocking her from it will change that!”

Keya knew the female voice well. It was her auntie Aquarius, the ‘evil’ twin of Aries. The little girl didn’t see the woman as evil. Aquarius took her on trips and played any game Keya wanted to without a groan or complaint. Also the woman and outcast of the clan was fond of giving the toddler sweetened treats like candy and cakes, something her father didn’t allow her to have unless on occasion.

The toddler didn’t know why her aunt was considered an outcast, but even Aries was edgy around the woman.

“She is just a little girl. Magic could hurt her, Aqua, you know that better than I do, witch.”

Keya cringed at the pure hate and distaste in that single word. Her father called her aunt that name many times and in that tone precisely.

What was a witch? She wondered as she hugged her orange and white pillow to her shaking form. Was it something evil? Why was magic so bad that her father loathed it with a fury?

Her father never answered those questions. He would only look annoyed before his expression smoothed into a kind and loving smile. “Don’t fret about that, my dear,” were all he would say.

“Don’t fret about that, my dear.”

Those words seemed to bother Keya more than the yelling outside her room. More than the fury and the fight between the twin siblings.

Why? The one thing her father never explained.

Keya hugged the pillow closer, closing her eyes to try to make the music distract her from the fighting, the yelling, and the hate between the siblings. It soothed her somewhat, but Keya felt that her father would never answer her questions. It just wasn’t in his nature to accept magic.
She knew he would always refuse to answer about what a witch was or why he hated them so much. Still, that thought stayed while the soft melody eased her eyes down, helping her go into a place where there was no yelling, no hate, and no fury.

Only a slight sadness that the toddler hid, a worry that if Aquarius was right, would he accept Keya as she was or would she be a witch to him too?