The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
 -W.

"Maybe she changed her name after she became a witch, all I can find about witches is that most turn to dark magic to become powerful, but Eleanor she didn't seem the type. She spoke of her daughter and her friends. Maybe that will lead us, check the history books." Renee smiled, she was certain they would find their answer in a history book.

"Yes, and her accent she wasn't French, it was English but her French was perfect. She's lived here for a long time then." Aramina agreed.

Now they knew what they were looking for, Louis and Corrine couldn't do much their teeth broke the books and the claws ripped the pages. However they could read. It seemed like hours before anyone found anything to help. Treville had left an hour earlier to order the musketeers out on to the city to calm the people.

They worked into the night, only taking short naps in between. Viveca awoke everyone soon time in the early morning; her feathers were out of place and ruffled. "Come I have found something, look." She flew over to the king, a book in her beak. Viveca carefully flipped the page to show a man with the subtitle: King Andrew IV of England pictured above before his wedding to the first non-royal in English history-Miss Sophie Willow Potter.

Aramina looked over Viveca's shoulder and read out loud. "Andrew was supposed to marry Princess Felicia of Austria, but a young beauty captured his heart. He was smitten, not blinded by the rumours of her being a daughter of a witch. She was unlike other girls, she was out-spoken and many people reported by she had a kind heart but her tongue was sharp and had a temper when scared, she was a knight many said; a warrior women who would die for her love. She died young, alongside her husband in unknown circumstances. Andrew's uncle, Richard, inherited the throne as Sophie did not having any children before her death."

"Eleanor said she had a daughter who had friends like us, and this queen was forgotten. She said she died beside her husband and Sophie did, and Sophie was a daughter of a witch. We can't be certain though." Corrine muttered.

"Since she's a royal her death will be reported in the files that my father kept keeping track of royal families." Louis said, even so he had never heard of Sophie, Andrew was one of the youngest kings, 16 when he descended the throne.

Louis brought back the file back in his teeth. Corrine took it and looked. "These are classified his death was supernatural and Sophie's friends hid this death closing it as unknown but really they were killed." Corrine muttered, "Only a king is allowed to read this, are you sure Louis?"

"Yes, I trust everyone in this room, we have gone through a lot and if it breaks the curse I'll do anything." The king replied. "What does it say; I know this file was written by Miss Sophie's friends, they were a lot like you. Miss Catherine Lake, Mrs Diana Tate and Miss Helen Wright. They classified this file; they were the only ones who knew how they really died."

"The curse had taken us all," Renee read "we had less than a week before the spell made us this way for ever. I shall remember this day for as long as I live, though history will not, Sophie will be forgotten; Andrew will be the King with no wife and no heir and died young. Her mother was kind and loving before Sophie's death, her animal was a fox, cunning and smart. She grieved the hardest, turning into someone I couldn't recognize. Andrew was charming and special; he didn't look at Sophie with disgust or betrayal when the rumours accused her mother of witchcraft. It was evident that he loved her and his spirit animal; soul animal was a proud stag. Sophie was his soul-mate, literally after the curse she transformed into a doe…

Signed Diana Elisabeth Tate.
Lady in Waiting."

"This still doesn't give us any insight to the curse." Louis muttered, two days gone, only 28 left. These days were becoming shorter, counting down the time that will freeze them in this state forever. "I can't do this to my people, what did Sophie do to break the spell."

"Louis, you must not blame yourself," Corrine nuzzled his face, "it was my fault. I was an idiot; I allowed this to happen to me and France. And I will never stop regretting it."

"Corrine…" Louis began.

"Eleanor is misunderstood Louis, she lost her daughter and wanted to let someone else to feel the pain instead of her. If I were in her shoes I would've have destroyed England, not hiding the grief inside. Even she can't reverse the spell, nor can she tell us how to break it."

"How precious Eleanor, casting the spell that killed your child. I always thought you had no heart and this has proved that."

"Shut up, you did this to me, now I did as you asked let me see it." Eleanor snapped, her goat eyes flashing with magic just for a second. "A witch always keeps her promise to another witch."

"Indeed." The other witch grinned, showing all her white sharp teeth. "Though you know nothing can bring back the dead, not even a high Witch of the court. It is un-natural, though this potion will allow your child to walk the earth as a spirit for a day."

"You are very lucky, Edith that I do not believe in killing people for revenge, or else I would have killed you centuries ago because you were furious that my daughter and son-in-law figured out your riddle."

"Yes, Eleanor I know, however you cannot kill a supreme witch no-matter what you desire. It was fun seeing Sophie beg for her life, her husband hugging her to his chest cursing me. Great fun, back in the good ol' days."

Just like that she was gone in a puff of black smoke. "I hate that woman."

A/N: To the person who posted the guest review, it has been deleted, as will any other reviews that are cruel and mean.

Anyway, I told my readers that Edith wasn't evil, just misunderstood. You will learn more about her past and daughter Sophie in later chapters and will even meet her, because she will try to help the girls. Until the next update I will leave you will a sneak peak:

"Sophie!" He screamed but she didn't look back, he shouted her name again this time Sophie turned around. "I love you; you don't have to say it back."

The young woman looked at the young king, "you shouldn't say that so lightly your majesty. You cannot say that, not to me, not to a daughter of accused witch." Sophie said so softly, she stopped walking away, and made her way back to the king.

"I don't care; I don't believe your mother is a witch. Sophie I don't say this lightly... I love you with everything I have." Andrew took the shy ladies hand and held it against his heart. "Do you feel my heart beating faster when you're near, you don't have to feel the same way, and I just needed to tell you. To get it off my chest."