Prologue: The Bitch is Back
"Are you sure it's her?" A tall woman asked to her companion. It was raining, and they were standing beside a half-burnt corpse on a beach. Fear and Hurt were evident in her eyes; she have never seen more gruesome view than it.
"Yes, Florence; it's her. My ability can never be faulty, " a brunette lady said firmly, poring over to see a better view at the scalded body. She winced at the sight of it. "Are you ready Florence?"
The middle-age looking woman took a deep breath, "Yes, I will do anything just to bring her back." They crouched so they can reach the corpse. Florence took another deep breath to prepare her, as if it's her first time to do this kind of resurrection thingy.
"I'm excited to see her, Leila."
"I know that," Leila murmured as she smiled. Florence beamed back and placed her index finger on the forehead of the corpse. She tried to concentrate as she was giving back life to the victim. Leila watched astonishingly as the scorched body developed muscles, then skin. It took a few seconds for her to look good as new. Florence's face brightened as she looked at the now unconscious body of a woman. Leila almost tumbled on the sand when the woman gasped for breath. She sat up, looking amazed and the same time oblivious of what's going on. Then suddenly, Florence gave her a tight embrace, which made her a little surprised and confused.
"Who are you?" The woman asked looking perplexed than ever.
"I'm your mother, Elle."