They tattoo 3 numbers onto his fingers that correspond to numbers on his ankle hand and neck. Unexpectedly, however, the council decides to take Nathan in for a special procedure. There Nathan goes through his daily routine of running, washing dishes, history lessons and of course his yearly visits with the council. He makes plans to run away before his 17th birthday but before he can, he is hauled in by the council and assigned to a keeper far away from his family in the hills of Scotland. He’s picked on by his eldest sister, Jessica, fails miserably at school work and falls in love with an exceptionally kind White Witch named Annalise. He must undergo yearly tests and interrogations by the Council of White Witches which he never quite takes seriously (they rarely get a straight answer out of him). Nathan lives with his Gran, sister Deborah and beloved brother Arran. His mother was a White Witch and his father (though he has never met him) is the baddest of all the baddest Black Witches in England, Marcus Edge. You see, Nathan is not exactly White and not completely Black. Except, it’s a bit more complicated than that. That is the simple fact that Nathan has understood for his entire life. Black Witches are bad and White Witches are good.
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