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Fayeleen Tales

"So where is your friend, Rose?" I asked, wondering if he'd killed her too after he knocked me out.

Elijah had been very patient thus far, taking me to get some food, waiting for me to finish, even taking me out for ice cream to sate my sudden sweet tooth.

He had come to realize that I wasn't going to run away, and I had come to realize he was going to kill me…at least yet

So surely a few questions, wouldn't do any harm right?

"She ran when your friends did. She's no doubt mad at me about Trevor." He said with a straight face.

I nodded, not wanting to talk about the poor guy. I'd rather liked him for such a short amount of time.

"He had quite the interest in you."

"Is that why you killed him?" I asked curiously.

Elijah smiled. "Trevor betrayed me. I place quite a bit of value on loyalty and clearly, he had none to anyone but himself."

"Well I don't think that's 100% true. He mentioned that he let Katherine escape; he loved her so his loyalty shifted to her cause. Surely even you can understand that right? Love can be a powerful and dangerous thing."

Elijah stared at me for a moment before nodded slowly. "I suppose your right…"

I smiled brightly at him. "So, are we going to get Rose?"

"Perhaps… We are going to see the man who got in touch with me for her."

"You're going to kill him?" I said curiously watching his face.

He looked pained at the mention of his killing people. Maybe it was something he didn't like to do…

"I'm sorry that you were left." He said instead.

I frowned unconsciously. "So am I but thank you for helping me. You didn't have too."

"You're welcome." He said after a moment.

He didn't speak to me for a while but to be fair, I didn't speak to him either. His words had ripped off the cover over my darker thoughts, about why I had been left in that abandoned house.

It didn't make any since at all, especially considering the fact that they had brought me a change of clothing.

They had come ready to save me, I was unconscious but surely after Elijah was staked they could have grabbed me.

What changed their mind?

What makes you so special, that they are willing to sacrifice me and not you? We are both the same, were twins, identical, so what makes you so special?"

Elena's cold words echoed through my head like thunder.

I felt my eyes fill with tears at the thought of my sister so willing and ready to sacrifice me.

I stared straight ahead even though I felt Elijah's questioning gaze on me.

After a while, we arrived in Richmond and he pulled into a parking lot across the street from this windowed building.

I kept my gaze on it, so when Elijah appeared of the passenger side opening my door; I jumped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm holding the door open and waiting for you to get out. Chivalry isn't completely dead you know."

I rolled my eyes taking his hand and he helped me out although I didn't need it.

"I meant, why aren't I tied up and staying in the car. Why aren't I gagged or something…why are you being so indulgent and nice?"

"You are better behaved than your sister. Can I trust you to stick with me?"

I nodded and followed Elijah down the sidewalk in front of the windowed building. I watched as he bent down near a guitar player and gave him a hundred dollar bill.

"Hey since you're just dropping hundreds to strangers…" I said with a smile while holding out my hand to him.

He rolled his eyes with a slight smile on his lips before grabbing coins out of the case.

I resisted the urge to snatch my arm out of his hand when he grabbed my forearm.

We walked a little farther down the street.

"What are you doing with those?" I asked curiously as he started moving the coins between his hands.

He didn't appear to have any emotion; he was entirely focused on the building across from us.

I looked at the building wondering what could possibly be so interesting. As I looked in the windows longer, I saw Rose and Damon talking to someone.

I didn't know who it was but if the hardened look of Elijah's face was anything to go by, I'd say he was a dead man.

While I briefly wondered why Elijah wanted him dead, a question popped into my mind.

"Wait. How is it that Rose is even in the sun right now? She doesn't have a daylight ring-"

Elijah responded by casually throwing the coins; they busted the windows.

All of the vampires other than Damon begun to scream. Elijah picked me up and I was back in his car before Damon had a chance to see me.

"So those windows had something in them to protect vampires from the sun. Completely genius but I can't believe you did that. My friend was in there." I snapped.

"Your friend in there is the one who killed me but as I recall, he could go out in the sunlight anyway." He said smoothly.

"That may be true but you can't just do stuff like that you know." I said. "I'm pretty sure busting up public property is illegal."

He chuckled before he started driving off; no doubt to target the man at home who'd helped Rose.

"If you care to know, I think you look more like Katerina than you do Elena." He said randomly after a moment of silence.

I laughed a little.

"How is that even possible if we're all identical? I should look like them both equally. It's my hair, isn't it?" Katherine and my hair were naturally curly while Elena's was naturally straight. My guess it was Mother Nature's way of being able to tell doppelgängers apart.

"Perhaps…"

I watched as we pulled up outside of an apartment complex.

We got out of the car and Elijah led me into the building then down a hallway. "I want you to stand out here," he said.

I narrowed my eyes. "You can't compel me."

He let out a frustrated puff, before shooting me a single warning look.

I threw up my hands in an innocent gesture.

He frowned before sighing and turning towards the door.

The door to the apartment seemed to magically open at his touch and I saw a man standing in the apartment, the same one from the building who'd been chatting with Damon.

The look on his face when he saw Elijah was priceless it was the ultimate 'Oh shit!' face.

The door closed behind Elijah and I.

I stepped from behind Elijah and his eyes seemed to widen in even more shock.

I smiled at him before looking around. "Nice pad."

"T-thanks Katherine."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Katherine? I'm not Katherine I'm Fa-"

Elijah cut me off. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes."

"Good, I want you to call your friend Rose, and tell her that the cure…"

I stopped listening to their conversation as I walked around his apartment. I took note of all of his degrees, and his collection of novels.

I over looked all of them, one in particular catching my attention.

The book was old and heavy, the leather felt soft and delicate as I ran my fingers over the faded black bindings.

I fingered the gold lettering carefully before I opened the cover, paper rustled as I thumbed through the book to find what I was looking for.

Words appeared and disappeared as my eyes flitted across the pages, quickly picking out anything of importance from the jumble of sentences that littered the world I had become immersed in.

Different times, different dates but all about the same subject….

To someone not accustomed to it, the sound of the pixies can be mistaken for the sound of the wind in the trees. But when you listen more closely you can hear that it is more like the chattering of voices that are rather higher than our own and have a sing song quality to them.

Once I called out to let them know I was there, an invitation if you will. Then the woods fell silent, eerily so. It was as if they all held their breath until I was gone.

Her name is Minerva, and she has captured my heart. She is beautiful. Her skin looked like snow, with subtle hints of pink on her cheeks.

Her milk chocolate waves chopped into the bob hairstyle was perfect for her petite body; and she had the most beautiful soul piercing caramel colored eyes.

She was always dressed in navy blue; what I assumed was her favorite color.

Dancing through the night this glorious person glides through the air. Long brown hair glides behind this tall, young, slim lady.

Her long black skirt flowing proud past her elegant feet. I watched them watch her.

She was one of them, one of the elders Minerva had spoken about.

She was beautiful in all her dark glory…

The magic of the beautiful pixies, made the flowers around them blossom in their everyday glory.

Color and happiness radiated from their smiling faces as they rushed around their forest in search of animals to help or plants to revive.

I loved to be able to hear the flowing of their music as it calmed my senses and brought me to their reality.

My family thinks I'm insane, but I'm not. They sent me to a psychiatrist, because they think I'm schizophrenic.

When I was asked to describe the Pixie I had seen, I had a clear image in my head of an olive skinned miniature person with multi colored wings.

I could see the flowing chocolate locks of curly hair and the bright black eyes that seemed to hold the secrets to the world.

I could recall the black silk dress that stopped at her mid-thigh but had a long train in the back and the tiny black knee high boots.

But when I opened my mouth to explain it, all that came out was 'Chocolate.' And no matter how hard I tried to form the words, all that came out was, 'Chocolate.'

When I asked Minerva later that day what the elder pixie had done she laughed and said 'Insurance policy.' and that chocolate was her favorite dish.

I snapped the book closed, what the hell did I just read? There was more a lot more, were those came from, and I would read every single last one.

A million questions popped into my head but the most important one had me stiffening my back and clenching my teeth. Why did he have it? How did it get into his possession?

He who was a vampire. Why did he have a book, a personal journal of a human man that had known and associated with pixies?

I turned to see Elijah staring at me curiously; the other guy was also staring at me.

"Where did you get this journal?" I asked harshly.

I didn't mean too, and I not really sure why I was being so cold, but I needed answers and since this was his apartment he had to hold the answers right?

"I-I don't know."

I raised my eyebrows. "You. Don't. Know… I find that hard to believe considering it's among your personal library."

He stared at me.

I nodded walking around; I picked up a picture of him and another girl. I walked back over to him. "Lover of yours, she's cute?"

His eyes widened. "Please don't hurt her."

"Where did you get this journal? And try not to lie, I'm not feeling very forgiving at the moment."

"It's actually hers. A distant relative of a friend she knew gone insane. He was schizophrenic. Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't." I walked away from him putting the picture back on his desk.

I looked up staring at the door when I felt another presence it was a witch.

I chuckled. "Things just keep getting interesting by the second."

"How can you compel me? A vampire can't compel another vampire." I heard the guy say as I made my way back towards Elijah.

"I'm a special vampire." said Elijah.

"What, because you're an Original?"

"Hn." Was Elijah's response as his eyes raked over the guy.

"Now I want you to take this and drive it through your heart." He said giving him a stake.

"But that would kill me forever." The guy sounded like he wanted to cry, but couldn't.

"I know… but it's necessary." Elijah said.

I frowned, I didn't like it but I could understand it. Elijah didn't need any loose ends…. Elijah and I watched silently as the guy shoved the stake into his body, killing himself.

"Was it really?" I heard a third voice say.

I turned to see a man. I smiled at him. "I was wondering when you were going to come out of the shadows."

The man to my surprise bowed to me. "My apologies, I didn't mean to lurk."

Elijah watched our exchange with curious eyes before interrupting. "It had to be done. He delivered his message. It won't be long now."

I was about to ask, what he meant by that when he turned to look at me.

"You are free to leave." He said and I raised my eyebrow he handed over his car keys. I searched his face for any sign of a trick but I could tell he was completely serious.

"Why am I that horrible of a hostage?" I asked with a smile, while grabbing the keys.

"No, quite the opposite. Never the less it won't be long until I see you again."

I nodded. "Well than, thank you. Till our next meeting."

"I look forward to it." I smiled before turning around and heading to his car.

The black Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway. At eighty miles per hour the engine was only idling. One hundred thousand pounds worth of German engineering. This was a car that sneered at speed limits. I would definitely have to thank Elijah for lending me his car…

The road back home proved to be a long one.

Seeing as Elijah's car didn't have navigation and I didn't have a phone I had to go about my travels the old fashion way. Asking strangers for directions.

One might ask, why didn't I just teleport home? The answer was simple.

Elijah's Mercedes was growing on me. The engine purred and the leather seats were soft.

I pulled over on the side of the road when I felt a pull in my stomach.

I looked up realizing I stopped next to an abundance of woods.

I stared at it a moment debating on if I should follow the tug that I felt.

Another tug. Harder more urgent had my mind made up.

I kicked off my sandals briefly reveling in the feel of the earth before taking off into the woods.

All the trees were tightly-knit, just one strand in a massive web of life. Green leaves, yellow leaves, red leaves. It was a rainbow of rich, autumnal colors. The scent of earth and water drifted through the air. It was a picture of serenity, one which would endure for many long years.

I'm not sure how long I trekked through them.

The woods do not care for seconds or minutes, even hours are inconsequential. The smallest measure of time here is the cycle of daylight and darkness.

Even then the woods are more in tuned with the seasons: rebirth brought by the warmth of spring, darkened foliage from summer's kiss, the onset of fall and then the keen bite of winter.

My stopped when I heard a howl.

I looked up to see the sky had darkened and the moon was high in the sky.

I scanned the trees around me. I had been incredibly stupid and now I was probably going to die.

Although Tyler was the only werewolf in Mystic Falls, that definitely didn't mean he was the only werewolf in the world.

I would have turned back and ran in the opposite direction of the howling but pull in gut had me running full steam ahead.

I heard the quickening thud of wild wolves as they began to chase me.

I tripped over a tangled mossy root and the earthly ground rushed up to my face as I thudded to the ground.

I am going to die… I am going to die. Those words choked my mind as I struggled to stand up.

The pack of wolves slowly made their way up to my limp shaking body.

I let out a breath of frustration, I couldn't believe this. I tripped and fell just like one of those dumb blonde girls in the movies. And now I was going to die.

The leader of the pack began to approach me, bearing its sharp teeth and thirst for blood.

It stopped within inches of my face, I stared into its eyes and it stared into mine.

They were almost indistinguishable from real wolves, but they were larger and moved with the purpose and with intelligence of a human.

Intelligence. Maybe that was the key…

"And so the two-natured meets nature itself." My voice echoed through the night.

The wolf stopped growling and cocked its head to the side in confusion.

Confusion was good. Way better than blood thirsty.

I stared at wolf before unfurling my wings.

A few growls were heard throughout the pack but the alpha continued to stare at me.

I raised my hand towards the wolf but stopped to stare at my hand I confusion.

It looked like I had henna tattoos all over them. Different designs and various symbols covered my hands and yet it still looked elegant, royal even.

I shook it off turning my attention back towards the wolf.

I reached my hand out, softly running my fingers through its pelt. It was extremely soft. Like Ivy's pelt.

Ivy. I felt the pull again at the thought of her name.

I looked at the wolf.

"I need your help; I think my friend is in trouble. Can you help me find her?"

The wolf licked my face before turning away. It darted into the woods its pack following behind.

I quickly got to my feet following them.

First entering the woods bare foot and alone, now communicating and following the animals that live in it. Today was getting more and more eventful by the second.

They led me towards a cave and I looked at the alpha in confusion.

It pushed my legs forward to the cave with a growl.

I slowly stepped into the cave.

A deadly growl bellowed from it and I jumped out looking back at the wolves.

They seemed to all wear the same wolfish grins. They were laughing at me.

"You guys are a bunch of hairy assholes…" I whispered and I swear I heard them chuckle.

I stepped into the cave once again, and I heard the growl once more.

This time though, I kept going.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness the deeper I walked into the cave.

"Ivy?" I whispered when I heard another growl only this time the growl sound more from a wounded animal.

I stepped on something wet and warm as a neared a bundle of black.

"Ivy?" I said again crouching down next to the animal.

Green eyes looked up at me. Fur like black satin she seemed to melt into the darkness...I brushed my fingers throw her fur and her purred.

"Change back so we can go home Ivy." I whispered.

From what I remember her telling me, a black panther was not one of her go to animals to shift to.

I frowned wondering what had happened to make her shift into such a deadly creature.

I heard her whimper and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

She turned her head motioning towards her legs and I walked over and gasped as steel surrounded her leg.

I went over to it. "This is going to hurt." I whispered before yanking the bear trap open.

Her howl shook the cave.

I watched as her body started healing itself. Soon her black fur disappeared and soft delicate skin was in its stead.

She hugged me as soon as she finished shifting.

"You're ok." She said hugging me.

"C-can't b-breathe!" She released me and just stared at me. "What is there something on my face?"

"You're ok." She stated more than asked.

"Am I not supposed to be?" I asked with a frown.

Her green eyes raked over me. "What happened to you? You disappeared."

"No I was kidnapped, Elena and I both were." I kept my eyes on Ivy the entire time I gave her my recap, when I finished she was shaking with rage her eyes now glowing.

"That lying bitch!" She hissed.

"Ivy…what happened."

"She's lied. She's lied to everyone, and everyone believes her. She claims that she didn't know you were kidnapped that you weren't with her. But I smelt your scent on her…I'm going to rip her throat out with my teeth."

We sat in the cave in silence. Both of us lost in our thoughts.

"She left me to die…my own twin sister…" I said quietly. "Why does she hate me?"

"She's just a hateful bitch. She probably hates everybody, even herself."

I gave Ivy my pants and shirt and she was hell bent on complaining about it.

"But now you're naked." She whined for the hundredth time. I rolled my eyes.

"Half naked. I have on underwear…I'm just glad I wore a matching set this time." I said with a shrug as we continued walking through the woods.

We had stayed in the cave till the sun came up. Even though I had told Ivy about the wolves she still was skeptical.

We stopped when Ivy growled. She stepped in front of me glaring into the woods.

"What?" I asked her curiously.

"We're surrounded."

We stood silent waiting for the wolves to come out of hiding for five minutes before I throw my hands in the air.

"Are you going to come out or not? I have things to do people to see…"

Silence.

"Fine, be rude, come on Ivy." I said grabbing her arm and pulling her with me.

She continued glaring into the woods growling every so often.

"You're going the wrong way." A voice said out of nowhere.

I looked up to see shirtless guy dressed in cargo shorts causally leaning against a tree branch.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'll take my chances…"

He laughed. "Yeah, right…"

He leapt from the tree branch landing not too far from me. His very presence sent Ivy into a frenzy. He must have been the alpha of the pack.

"Calm yourself." I said sharply before staring at him.

His rich chocolate hair that had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal.

And then his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green.

This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome.

He broke the silence. "Are all pixies as enchanting as you?"

I frowned. "How did you know what I was?"

He chuckled. "Only pixies have the power to communicate with us in our wolf form much less be able to stand the presence and tame such abominations." He said casting a dark look towards Ivy.

She glared at him, biting her tongue to keep from saying something she might regret.

"Who are you, again?" I said taking the attention off of Ivy.

"My name is Kurt."

I nodded. "Well, Kurt since you seem to be such an expert do you mind, leading the way out?"

"Sure, but first a word in private." He said once more casting a dark look at Ivy before holding out his arm to me.

For her defense, she had remained quiet holding back on a lot.

"Like hell, I'm letting you take her anywhere." She growled out pulling me behind her as she stepped up to him growling.

Kurt narrowed his eyes on her, a growl escaping him as well.

They continued to growl after a moment Kurt snarled at her. "How dare you challenge me…"

I stopped his hand before he could hit her. He turned his glare towards me and I gave him one of my 100 watt smiles.

"No one touches Ivy but me. Ok." I said with a smile, tightening my grip on his wrist until it snapped.

He took a step back his eyes flashing tawny as he stared at me.

Growls erupted around us, as more people stepped out of the shadows of the trees.

Ivy was right, they had completely surrounded us. A girl appeared on my left she had brown eyes and brown hair.

"I should kill you for even touching him." She hissed.

I stared at her blankly before looking at Kurt with a curious expression.

"So I'm over this, are you ready to go?" I asked.

He frowned before laughing at my mood swings. "Yeah sure."

"Well then lead the way." I looked to Ivy. "Find the car, get in it and go home, I'll meet you there."

"What? No. there's no way in hell that I'm letting-"

"I'm not asking you Ivy." I said coldly.

She opened her mouth to speak when I cut her off. "If I have to say it again….it won't be so nice."

She closed her mouth before turning and stomping away. I watched until she disappeared.

Kurt nodded his head her way and two wolves slowly trailed after her.

He held out his arm and I took it with a smile.

"Remember what I said Kurt. If they lay a finger or paw on her…there will be dire consequences." I said with closed eyes and a 100 watt smile.

He nodded. "Desire…."

I looked to the she wolf that threated me.

"Yes." She looked every bit of an eager puppy wagging its tail wanting to be petted by her master.

"Make sure they don't do anything I'll end up paying for..." Kurt said seriously.

"Why? Because of her?" She said sticking her nose in the air. "Why don't we just kill them both and-"

"Desire." He said causing her to flinch. "Do not disobey me."

She nodded towards him before taking off into the woods, but not of course after shooting daggers my way.

"Awe~ I think she likes you." I cooed as we started our walk through the woods.

He chuckled. "Naw she's just- anyway what I wanted to talk to you about…"

I looked at him curiously. "Yes?"

"It's really just something that I was told but curious about."

"Go on…" I said impatience leaking through my voice.

"Are you familiar with the term mate?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. I've heard English people sometimes use the term as reference to their friends. You've meet my mate Ivy." I said giving him an unnecessary example of the term at the end.

He stared at me a frown deepening on his features. "What? No. I mean as in animal terms."

"Well in that case, that person that you're…" I raised my fingers in the air making quotation marks. "Bonded to for the rest of your doggie years."

"Ha ha." He said rolling his eyes.

"What does wolf mating have to do with me or my heritage?" I asked curiously.

"Well believe it or not pixies have mates too."

"What?"

"Yeah. My great grandfather told me an old story once…"

"And…" I asked waiting.

"Well it was confusing to me as we only have one mate, but the pixie in the story had three..."

"Eh? A legit harem!?"

He nodded. "Having a mate in a powerful thing but also a dangerous thing. When a wolf loses it mate, depending on the circumstances they die."

"W-what?"

"The death of the wolf isn't always physical, sometimes it's mental too." Kurt added.

We walked in silence for a moment. "Soooo what does this have to do with me?"

"Do you have a mate?" He asked stopping me from walking.

I stopped looking at him as I thought about it.

"Someone who you'd fight kill die for, someone you can't live without. Someone who when they smile then you haven't a care to the world, all worries disappearing; someone who you love and loves you unconditionally."

Well if I based it off of that…

"Well there's Stefan." I said before frowning. That's not what I was going to say…. What I should say, Stefan was with Elena.

"Stefan?" Kurt said with a frown.

"Yes. Stefan, but if he is my mate then someone upstairs clearly hates me because Stefan is not just with, but also screwing my twin sister." I said with a laugh.

"But you still love him and consider him your mate." Kurt said. "Even when he is not faithful…"

I shrugged. "I love him as much as I can love a person."

He thought carefully at my answer. "I see." he said after a while.

"So tell me the love story your great gramps told you."

"Well, it's not really a love story."

"Oh that's fine; I'm much more a lover of horror." I said with a chuckle.

"Well… I remember him telling me that she was said to be she was the embodiment of life and death. She was one of the oldest out of three, and her beauty incomparable."

"She was said to have fallen in love with one of her witch servants, even those he was already engaged to another…."

As he spoke my mind seemed to take me to a different place from long ago…

Ancient Greece:

It was time for the annual harvest, a time celebrated between us and our followers, our children.

I side my brother and sister awaited the events.

My fingers drummed against my throne, as I leaned putting my face in my other hand.

"Dearest sister why so gloom… your mood is wilting the roses…"

I looked to my brother he was covered in the finest cloths, his color grey, signify his position of balance and equality. He touched the red roses that adored my throne, restoring their beauty.

I scoffed. "I grow tired of waiting brother for our sister; she does know that these humans do age right? By the time she decides to grace us with her presence the humans will have grown old and a new generation will have emerged…"

He chuckled sitting beside me in his own throne, his blanketed in many pink and yellow roses.

"Patience is a virtue-" He started before the bane of my immortal existence interrupted.

"Not one our baby sister has seemed to learn Desmond."

My sister said taking the last throne chair. Hers covered in white roses. She had finally decided to grace us with her presence she not only rudely interrupted our brother but insulted me all in the same sentence.

I resisted the urge to sneer at her.

She was the opposite of me. She was dressed in all white while I was draped in black, her eyes all white, while mine collected and reflected all colors.

Her straight sun kissed hair was pinned up elegantly while my untamed brown curls floated down to my waist.

My brother sighed running a hand through his red and black hair. "Coventina…let us get through the festivals without conflict, yes…"

We locked gazes with each other before turning away.

The festive began, and our children didn't disappoint.

They showed what they had learned with the gift we bestowed upon them, what they liked to call magic, although none of them were powerful than us…

Soon it was time for the sacrifices to begin.

One by one every witch and warlock gave a sacrifice and prayer.

Most prayed for their families, some wealth, some strength…

A young witch approached me.

She bowed low holding out her sacrifice.

I took it without hesitation. My eyes brightened when I saw what it was. A heart.

"Stand child." I said and she did.

She was beautiful. Long black hair, mocha skin…warm mocha colored eyes.

"What is it that you desire?" I asked staring down at her.

"I wish for love…"She said simply.

I cocked my head to the side. "Do you not have many that love and cherish you already?"

"I do, but I seek one to grow old, one that I could love for the rest of eternity."

I smirked. "The rest of eternity how ambitious…that's quite a long time you know…"

"Choose wisely of your words young one…" My brother warned her hearing the mischief in my tone. Not everything we chose to do is black and white.

She nodded before repeating what she wished from me.

I inwardly smirked. "Very well young one, you have my blessing. Whichever man you choose to fall for, you will love him for the rest of eternity…"

Tears entered her eyes. "Thank you." She said before turning back to her group of witches.

The sun soon set, the night was coming.

EDITED: 07/16/2017