RE-WRITTEN - 08.05.2021
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They were more of her than she was.
Whatever their souls were made out of, theirs and hers were the same...
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She stroked the crows head with her fingers when he began thrashing about.
The poor thing had been plenty anxious as it was just being in the lower area of the house but, the moment she stepped inside the attic he had the most violent reaction.
She paused not going further into the room that had brought her the most comfort and instead looked over her animal friends. The crow was not alone in its reactions.
Now that she paid attention, she could feel the talons of the raven digging into her shoulders. The owl's talons were not piercing her thank her ancestors, but its feathers were fluffed up and her four legged friend wasn't much better. Pressed to her legs with his hackles high.
"Shh it's ok, it's ok." She cooed her grip tightening on the bird just slightly, just in case it tried to flee out the nearest window and hurt itself more. "No need to panic, everything is fine, I'm not going to let anything happen to you- to any of you."
The owl shifted for a couple of moments as if to calm itself before taking off of her shoulder and flying about the room. She watched it circle once, twice before landing on the table she usually used to mix her herbs. It looked back at her with damaged eyes before letting off a soft coo.
This seemed to be a cue for the other animals as the canines' hackles lowered as he too entered the room, sniffing this and that. The raven on her shoulder no longer clawed at her though it still remained tense as it nestled into her neck.
"You are safe here...this is a safe space." She said evenly as she began taking more steps into the room.
The crow slowly but surely stopped flailing its wings but she could still feel the tension radiating off of the creature in waves and wondered not if the creature felt the magic the hummed in the room, because it was obvious to her that it did, but a matter of why.
Why were these creatures so sensitive to magic? She wondered what sort of company the witch or warlock before them kept if they were so sensitive? And was that the reason why they were missing or had damaged organs? Bonnie had more questions than answers...
"What you are feeling is my magic. I'm here more often than I am at my father's house and I practice a lot of my spells and potions here." She said as she continued stroking the bird and smiled as the one on her shoulder seemed to relax and perk up at this information.
"Generations of my families' magical essence also covers many of these things. The ancient tombs, amulets, talismans all with our magic covering it so that no one outside of our magical line may access the secrets of power hidden within. Even this very house is covered in blood wards to offer us protection against those that would do us harm."
She walked over toward where the owl stood and gently placed the other birds near it. "It won't hurt you as it serves to protect Bennett witches like myself from my enemies, so just be calm."
Once she was sure that the animals were as comfortable as they could be, she cracked her knuckles and got to work; she had plenty of research to do after all.
"Hm it seems that you appear to be in luck my friends." Bonnie said as she stared at the spell to regrow body organs. It seemed that one of her distant cousins crafted the spell to help her excel in medical school.
Praise be to the gods for crafty Bennett's with lofty ambition.
Bonnie quickly gathered the herbs necessary, mixing them and while dancing and humming softly to the music that played softly from her ipod as the crow and raven sat perched on her shoulder. They seemed less inclined to be near the owl that growled at them when they began squawking too loudly. The owl seemed more than content to watch from its place on her table and the dog in a corner shrouded in the shadows.
The animals tensed when she picked up a dagger and slit her palm but she just chucked. Bonnie watched her blood mix with the herbs before and when she deemed that it was enough, she wrapped her hand after coating it with healing salve, there was no use in healing her palm with magic, not when she wanted to heal her little friends.
"Alrighty my little carrion crow it's time," She said and gently gathered her little friend from her shoulder and placed it next to the raven. "But because your condition worries me the most, you won't have the pleasure of going first."
"You've all been so incredibly patient, but I will need you to hold still for just a little while longer." Bonnie said as she spread the herbal remedy on a thin piece of cloth, taking note the owls laser focus on her and that the dog had awoken from his slumber and had made his way towards her and the birds.
"If it would please my lord strigiform, you will have the pleasure of going first." Bonnie said her lip twitching when she could have sworn the owl let out a pleased 'hn'.
As much as Bonnie wanted to work on the crow, with the extensive damage done to its eyes it was the same reason that made her save him for last.
Doing spells by other witches was always tricky business, because no witch had the same magical signature Bonnie wasn't sure how much power she would need to back the spell and no way was she going to risk making it worse so she would start off with something simpler, repair damaged eyes and then working up to replacing one and then when she was sure she had the hang of it only then would she repair her other feathery friends.
Without any real reason to justify her actions other than because she's a witch and could Bonnie continued to speak to them, humanizing them further like she had been doing since the moment she met them and took them home.
"I am spreading the solution on a strip big enough for your head, then I will tie it before saying the incantation, please continue to bear with me and before long you should have your sight returned to you in its previous state before whatever it was that happened to make you lose them. Truly an ingenious piece of craft, I will thank Auntie Charis properly for her wisdom and assistance afterwards."
The owl let out a low coo but otherwise remain completely still as Bonnie wrapped the cloth around its eyes, she looked down the dog to see it had a rather intense look on its face as it stared at the cloth and her hand placed around the bird's eyes, it was the tensest she had seen the playful creature and she couldn't help but wonder why.
Ossio dispersimus, ferula tergeo… Bonnie chanted as her hand rested over the bird's eyes.
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He watched her from a much closer distance than he had been. He had drawn quite a few conclusions of his own, though he still had many questions that he hoped the girl would be able to answer.
Ah, but to do that he would first have to reveal himself...
He could feel himself begin to frown which he knew would look very odd considering his current state…
Decisions…decisions…
He was content to watch her, the girl was too interesting to not watch. She handled his kin well enough, if not a bit to doting on those old enough to know better-
He stared blankly at the sight of his foolish oldest nephew nudging and panting after pats like an actual pet.
He allowed himself to let out a sigh. He supposed it couldn't be helped.
He watched her as she healed his family. He was always interested when she used her magic.
The girl did not close her eyes.
Her eyes seemed strangely focused as she stared off at something that none of them could see. Unmoving. Unflinching. If he wasn't a seasoned killer he might have even found her dead stare slightly unnerving.
Still he was more interested in what happened next.
He watched as the blood drenched cloth seemed too slowly but surely seem to be absorbed by his idol, under her tiny hand.
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Bonnie let her magic roll off her in waves, continuing to chant the incantation until she felt the need to stop, and when she did she noticed the sun was still high in the sky though her watch told her she had lost an hour border lining two.
She slowly began to remove the cloth, her eyes widening as she let out an involuntary gasp at the sight before her.
There, flaring a fiery crimson were two identical three bars stretching from the owls' enlarged pupils.
Bonnie blinked her eyes staring into the owl's eyes once more to see not wild shades of crimson but instead the darkest obsidian.
"Huh…for a second there-" She glanced at her phone's screen flashing red as 'Lena G.' now 'Twilight Fking-Sparkle*' called her before she shook her head, chalking it just a play on the lights off her cell which she ignored.
She then checked over the owl again. Testing it throughly, watching it as it followed her every move with those too intelligent dark eyes before nodding and checking over herself to see if she could do another spell and jotting down her notes for future practices and applications.
The wolfdog whined when she finally set her eyes on him but that didn't deter Bonnie in the slightest, in fact it spurred her actions.
"You'll let me heal you up, so you can be strong because you're a good boy, right?" She cooed, and she sat around him. Unlike the owl who was more than content to sit quietly throughout the ordeal, her wolfdog was fidgety, anxious even and squirmed in her grasp. Though he seemed to stiffen up at her words.
"You're a good boy, right? My good boy, my protector." She said as she wrapped another blood soaked bandage around his head and while she made sure the left side for obvious reasons had more of the herbal paste she also applied some to his right eye. She wanted to make sure that they were both going to work in perfect symmetry.
"And because I know you're my good boy, I don't have to worry, because I know you'll sit tight and let me heal you up." She continued talking to him while her hands worked themselves into his fur and gave him a massage to calm the dog down.
"And when we're finished I'll have to get you a treat, good boys deserve treats yeah?" She cooed as she got comfortable on the floor, the dog sprawled across her lap as one hand was placed over his eyes and the other rubbed his belly as her magic wrapped around him in a protective blanket forcing him to relax before beginning the same spell.
Bonnie's hands trembled slightest by the time she had finished the spell, her body was also covered in the slightest sheen of sweat, she was hungry, and she could go for a cat nap. But she was happy, she was happy because her dog had not only one eye but two.
It had taken her a moment to catch her breath, so she hadn't had the chance to immediately take off the bindings like she had with the owl but when she did she was met with a surprise the outer ring of the iris in his left eye was one color while the inner ring of his right was another.
Bonnie ran several tests on his eyes, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with them. Bonnie had learned when she had been researching the animals and their body parts that it was no common occurrence for an animal to suffer from heterochromia but she didn't think she would have the pleasure of seeing an animal that had central heterochromia beyond her computer screen. His eyes were lovely, but very uncommon. The inner ring often seems to have spikes of different shades of grey and silver that radiate from the pupil, still she was mostly pleased that they were healthy and strong.
She glanced down at her watch after she finished jotting down her observations, the wolfdog's procedure had taken twice as long as the owls pulling a little over four and a half hours from her and in a couple of hours the sun would be setting. It wasn't so bad, she did after all have to regrow an organ and more sure all of his optic nerves worked properly.
"Let's get a bite to eat." Bonnie said before standing. She didn't realize she had been swaying until she heard a whine come from her canine friend and the feel of him wrapping his body around her.
She smiled, stabilizing her feet before patting the dog's head. "I'm ok big guy, I just need to get some food in me and I'll be right as rain. Such a good boy for looking out for me."
Bonnie grabbed some whole grain bread and spread avocado over it along with some cherry tomatoes. She took out some leftover rice and scrambled another batch of eggs for her animal friends. She had yet to go to a pet store to buy dog food and refused to buy mice for the owl, this was the best she could do for now...though, as she watched them devour the meal, they didn't seem to mind at all. Bonnie and friends also enjoyed a bowl of mixed berries and a cup of vervain tea because tea was always better when it made your blood taste like acid on the tongues of the undead.
She tried to wait at least a hour, she knew resting for an hour would be better for her, but at the thirty minute mark she grew fidgety and muttered "Fuck it..." deciding to just get back to business. She could take an actual rest after she was sure her friends were healed up and healthy.
"Alrighty friends~." She said with a smile, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck. "Last but certainly not least…"
She lifted her smaller feathered friends and began the same process as the others, though this time she decided that she would not only heal the carrion crow's eyes but the ravens as well.
She debated the risks, tossing around the worst case scenarios in her head of what could possibly happen…worst case she would die…but she of course had no intentions of dying today. She was overcome by strikhedonia.
Bonnie merely grit her teeth the moment she felt the first coat of sweat cover her form. Then she proceeded to widen her stance when she felt her legs quiver and tremble.
Her breath began to labor and when she felt the first trickle of blood slide down her nose she merely clicked her tongue against her teeth and wiped it with her shoulder before stiffening her spine.
Bonnie wasn't a fool, she knew very well witchcraft has its limits. If she pushed too hard too soon, it pushed back or rather…the spirits pushed back…
The spirits were there lurking in wait, watching witches alike young and old, ready to rip the rug from under any witch that got too magic happy, to remind them that for all the power that witches could wield, witches were not invincible. They were nothing but a bunch of petty old hags that were envious of the living, but instead calling themselves true servants of nature as if nature itself was so straight laced...
However, Bonnie knew better. Clever little Bennett witch that she was, she knew, had learned from a very young age that no matter what, there was a loophole in everything, especially magic…nothing was impossible for a witch, especially one with power and strong will.
Her resolve was clear as she stared at nothing in particular, she felt wind whip past her though it was not strong enough to cut her like she knew it could be. Never mind that none of the windows were open.
She felt the spirits warning…that didn't mean that she was going to stop.
Her chanting grew louder in an act of sheer defiance.
She wasn't going to bow to the spirits. She would not yield to the spirits. She was going to heal her feathered friends.
The wind seemed to shriek at her act, and she only raised her voice an octave higher when it came back just as fast slashing at her cheek. The blood from her nose trickled faster but Bonnie remained standing stiff.
What was a little blood to be lost anyway?
Bonnie continued chanting, she would not allow them to hold her back.
*.*.*.*.*
The Bennett coven was a formidable coven indeed. From the eldest sister and matriarch Qetsiyah Bennett the middle sisters who were blessed to be born twins Leila and Chaviva Bennett to the youngest of the four Naami Bennett.
The four each having frightening understanding and power over the elements of nature, though each sister having a personal preference of one element over the other.
The four sisters were a damn right terror when they felt like they were slighted. The temperaments of the Bennett women were as equally infamous as their beauty, intelligence and power…
Though the warnings were there…
Warm, practical, nurturing and motherly sage eyed Chaviva Bennett who coddled and doted on all the young children of the coven could and would just as easily walk through an enemy coven's crop field and with each step extract the nutrients from the crops causing them to face famine until said coven gave up the person who she felt slighted her, having no remorse that she was making an entire clan suffer because the actions of a single person.
Playful and carefree to the point of laziness Leila Bennett was as equally vindictive as her younger twin sister though she chose to extract her vengeance personally not seeing the appeal of dragging a whole coven down. Her hazel green eyes glittering as she would sneak into the home of her offender soundlessly, making herself comfortable in their dwelling even as created a vacuum around her offender and choked them to death before leaving as breezily as she came.
Even sweet, innocent, patient and compassionate young Naami Bennett who was the second best at healing after her older sister Chaviva was not one to take a slight against her. Though never proven, there was not a single doubt that any amongst witches alike that any men who grew a taste for forcefully deflowering young maidens would sooner find themselves drowning on their own saliva or seemingly having their organs, muscles and tendons shattering because they had been frozen. Young Naami would not be found too far from the scene, large doe viridian eyes that were usually so translucent, dark murky and cold as the dead sea hiding away the beast that swam just beneath.
None however had the worst reactions to slights against herself, sisters and coven, then the eldest sister. Qetsiyah Bennett was a living breathing firestorm with emerald green eyes that seemed to glow eerily when she was caught in one of her 'moments'. The matriarch did nothing halfway. When she loved she loved hard and with reckless abandon…but when she hated…
…hell even hath no fury like hers…
Qetsiyah was as equally passionate as her favorite element, she was the creator of not only the immortality spell but also the phrase 'crime of passion'
Qetsiyah Bennett watched her direct descendant Bonnie Bennett and couldn't help the devilish smirk™️ that stretched across her lips.
"It is like watching a younger version of myself…" She mused quietly but that did not stop her voice from resounding around to all the female Bennett's that resided on the resting plane with her.
A militia of varying shades of green eyes that were traditionally passed from one Bennett to another snapped to another locking on their founder's heir as well.
This was nothing of a new practice to the resting Bennett witches, watching over their remaining living relatives is what they did. Bennett's always looked after their own after all…
So, it was no secret that their founder favored young Bonnie Bennett, she truly was an exceptional young witch. She was packed, brimming with power and beauty, sharp as a whistle and with the infamous Bennett temper to boot…
But there were times, many and more to come, they were sure… that her ancestors noted that the young witch not only just pushed the limits, the boundaries of magic, but demolished the very borders.
Now was one of those times.
"Oh ho~ I think that's Charis's spell work!" Marsaili Bennett said with a smile thinking about her younger sister. "But we'll have to ask her once she gets back to be certain."
Several pairs of eyes, all unique shades of green watched the young heiress of their beloved coven as she raised her voice defiance her magic whipping around, snarling like a rabid beast baring its fangs in warning before just as quickly calming, resembling the aura of a coven elder it was so controlled and precise as it poured into her familiars to recover what once was lost.
"Tch that stubborn brat." Sheila's lips turned down in a scowl but her sage colored orbs gleamed with pride.
"Our granddaughter loves to walk the fine line, doesn't she?" Emily Bennett mused as she too watched over the young Bonnie Bennett.
"Walk? To hell with that, she dances across it." Leila Bennett snickered waving to the image of the youthful Bonnie Bennett's eyes flash as the spell finished.
The girl had just enough energy to unwrap the eyes of both the birds while smirking™️ victoriously before she slumped to the floor of the attic from exhaustion, her canine familiar immediately jumping to his keeper's side and nudging her as the owl came at a more sedated pace though the witches to see the concern clear in the larger bird's eyes. The smaller birds were worse than the canine, their wings flapping wildly as they squawked to each other before the owl hissed at them making them fall silent.
The owl continued to hiss at the three animals crowing them into submission before cocking it head to the side and turning to face the entrance of the attic where a sleek furred black fox made its way into the room...
"She spits in the face of those spirits every chance she gets. Honestly, sometimes Sheila I don't know if you've raised that girl right to be so confident in her abilities or if she's just that arrogant." Leila said with exasperation before her lips grew to something devilish™️. "But I love it."
"You would, you were always one to love the mischievous, the rule breakers." Qetsiyah's lip twitching in amusement. "But then I would expect nothing less, I practically raised you in my image."
Leila beamed. "Ah well you know fire and air feed off of each other dear sister, of course we are drawn to those equally passionate and playful. The ones that aren't afraid of breaking the rules or having a bit of fun are naturally the ones we are drawn too."
"Please don't tell me that's why you go with Ayana, just to keep the little misfit company as he slumbers? Because he's got a penchant for mischief?" Chaviva huffed at her older sister.
Leila puffed out her chest and cheeks, but her hazel eyes sharpened. "No, his personality is not why I visit him."
Chaviva raised her eyebrow now curious. She had thought the only reason her sister had been as possessive as she was over the lad was because she had found him in her likeness. "Then?"
Leila's eyes were flinty. "He might be a vampire now, but he was supposed to be ours."
"You mean he was supposed to be yours." Chaviva said, the image of Bonnie fading as the image of one Kol Mikaelson briefly replaced it. The boy was young, he had only seen eighteen summers before he was murdered. The youngest son of Mikael with his wavy chocolate brown hair and equally rich earthy brown eyes that had flecks of caramel, he was tall but that was to be expected being the son of a Viking, lean with an athletic build. Chaviva watched her sister as her gaze, as she devoured the male. Chaviva herself had only viewed the boy with her once or twice, she could not figure out her sister's obsession with the boy, nor did she enjoy the frightful rages her sister gained for being prolonged in his presence till only older sister Qetsiyah would be able to soothe her.
"Yes, I remember him well. I did not love him but he was a fine enough young man, so perhaps with time I could have. Marrying a magical prodigy like he was, was hard to come by outside of one's coven and not an opportunity to lose. Mother and I were sure he would have worn the Bennett name well, the children would have been well loved…" Myra Bennett spoke softly as she stared at the image of Kol Mikaelson.
Ayana Bennett wrapped her arm around her youngest daughter but didn't speak, instead watching over Leila's reactions.
Leila remained silent, but they all knew that it went without saying. Kol Mikaelson was supposed to have been integrated within the Bennett coven. He had been engaged to Myra who bore the favor of Leila. Leila had loved him so much that she had often been a guiding and protecting hand when he was learning magic alongside Myra.
Kol had been snatched from Leila Bennett welcoming clutches the moment Esther Mikaelson betrayed Ayana going back on her oath to unite their covens and poisoning her children with a perverted version of her eldest sister's spell, she wailed as she watched the boy she had thought of as her son be run through by his father's sword.
She watched as the boy's eyes filled with heartache, confusion and betrayal at his father's actions as well as his mothers as she merely remained seated as her husband slaughtered them all. She didn't even spare her youngest son a fleeting glance even as he took his last breath calling out to her.
But nothing was worse than watching Kol be forced to complete the transition, watching Kol suffer the consequences…the price of a powerful warlock such as him becoming a vampire. Watching her beloved Kol's mind shatter before her eyes when the realization that he would no longer hold the keys to unlock the earth's power, that he was no longer a welcome recipient of nature's love and affection.
She would never forgive Esther Mikaelson for that. For stealing him from her. She. Would. Not. Forgive. Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences...Esther of the Kvalheim coven is not an exception to this rule. She would soon learn that now matter what kind of suffering she endured under the spirits it would be nothing once she got her hands on her. That she swore.
"You are right sister…the fire burns brighter in this one…I wonder if it is because she is lonely. It is too bad Abigail is being cantankerous, even if she did not want to return to the child, Bonnie could use another sibling. Abigail is still young, she could easily carry another Bennett witch to term." Naami said and just as quickly the image of Kol was gone, replaced once more with Bonnie Bennett.
"Ah, I believe dissatisfaction is a symptom of her ambition. It's the coal that keeps her fire burning." Qetsiyah said playing along with her youngest sister, knowing how and why Leila felt about the youngest male Mikaelson.
"She's growing quite nicely, but of course that's to be expected, Bennett women have always been clever as the devil-" Beatrix Bennett spoke as she watched the young witch resting.
"And twice as pretty." The other Bennett females spoke automatically.
"She should have had more suitors vying for her attention, then perhaps she wouldn't need as many familiars as she has…royalty she may be, she does not live in the old world were having more than one lover is easily accepted or approved of…she herself is still struggling with finding herself worthy as a lover for a potential lover…this change will be rather hard for her." Beatrice said with a saddened sigh.
"Neither the vampires nor that cursed child will let her be truly, and though she's made progress, she has not the strength to fully break her shackles…That is why they are all necessary, they will be key components to her sure survival. Darkness; will soon befall Mystic Falls and our granddaughter will need to be ready for that…" Emily said, placing a hand on Beatrice's shoulder.
"It goes without saying that she won't die, especially now that she's called upon them, she couldn't have summoned better. Strong and skilled, and more possessive than a wolf in heat the lot of them…they will be willing to do whatever is necessary to make sure that no matter what Bonnie will come out on top…she'll have a lot of fun too, they are all so teeth achingly attractive…" Naami said gazing fondly at the image provided.
The congregation nodding in approval, whispers of overpowered children with wild dark hair, girls with glittering green eyes and boys with glaring crimson.
"Her sons; the perfect soldiers, her daughters; formidable leaders…" Yes, the whispers echoed throughout the female ghosts, because even though the Bennett coven was powerful on its own, they would never turn down the chance at adding a new and equally powerful bloodline to their ranks.
"She has yet to complete the bonds though…she won't be siring anything until they have tangible bodies of their own, not to mention getting the others to fall in line." Chaviva noted.
"It matters not, even the ones that run from her will find that they are only running in an invisible circle. The ones that hesitate to move on from their pasts will find that all of their paths are tied to her." Naami said calmly.
"Them trying to veer from her is like a human trying to capture the wind in their hands." Leila chuckled.
"Ah Viva, that's not true, Bonnie has a bond active with almost all of them now that they've taken her blood, despite neither of them knowing that…" Qetsiyah smirked™️ and the others watched the animals.
The canine had curled into Bonnie in an attempt to wrap her in its warmth and it let out whines; the little carrion crow that flitted around worriedly above her, not stopping even as the raven squawked to him quietly while the owl and fox stood beside each other low gutteral sounds being exchanged between them.
"The poor dear…perhaps we shall help him get his hands on her…he must be worried about his lady's health…it helps not that he has no fingers to check over her…"
"Eh, but isn't that cheating?" A young Leone Bennett asked suddenly and barely resisted the urge to crumble, popping out of her astral state under the weighted stare of her ancestors. She was a prideful Bennett but damn having an array of penetrating green orbs locked onto at one time was a bit unnerving.
Lucy, sensing her younger sister's distress, spoke just as softly. "What Leo means to ask is won't the other spirits consider that against the rules if you interfered?"
"Tch how foolish. I would have thought Johanna taught you better." Lucy and Leone tensed at the remark not only against them but their mother and from their grandmother no less. Lucy and Leone knew better than to respond though.
"Solange; bite your tongue. Lucy is only three years Bonnie's senior and in Leone's case her junior by a year." Minerva Bennett spoke, her mint eyes flashing in warning towards her younger daughter.
Lucy and Leone remained quiet, Leone was too busy being fought over by their fathers side of the family- may those poor bastards of the Aureun coven rest in peace, to remember but Lucy wasn't. Their grandmother was a stern woman; a vicious harpy, others would say. She was one that didn't take to any type of weakness or insubordination…a trait that she got from her own mother. The two similar personalities more often than not clashed against each other.
Solange stared at her mother unflinchingly before her pickle colored eyes were drawn toward her older sister Dea whose soft chartreuse eyes glittered as she placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Just because they have more encounters with vampires does not make them an expert, Sol. They, just like Bonnie, are still children and have much to learn." Dea said evenly before glancing at Lucy and Leone winking. "And for your answer young ones, it isn't cheating if they don't don't know… after all the spirits do not know of what all you learn when you are here do they?"
Leone's basil toned eyes widened at her point before she nodded with understanding.
"Dea is right, after all one must learn the rules before they can break them properly." Amelia Bennett spoke up a wicked twinkle in her fern eyes.
Lucy and Leone blinked before nodding with their elder's words.
"Well then, let's give him a little push in the right direction eh?" Qetsiyah said her lips twitching in amusement before her spirit disappeared from the very world she created.
With the original queen of the coven off to secure her heiress's ties to her familiars, Lucy and Leone continued with the lessons on astral projection while listening to their ancestors continue to mingle upon themselves, looking less like a bunch of dead witches and more like a group of gossiping housewives.
*.*.*.*.*
He was panicking…and no matter how his cousin tried to calm and reassure him, the soft spoken words fell on deaf ears.
The sudden appearance of his uncle only made his anxiety only spiked higher. He was no medical nin but he was sure that he was reaching rather unhealthy levels and he wasn't sure, but this could potentially be categorized as a panic attack.
And kami, why the hell was he getting so damn worked up in the first place?
He caught sight of his reflection. His eyes. He had both of his eyes again and in an irrefutable perfect condition. His eyes were had bled red because of his emotional state... and to think, all because of his returned vision-
No.
His ruby orbs caught the sight of the body that lay on the ground not far from his own.
Ah right.
He was panicking because his eyes were returned by the young girl that currently lay passed out on the floor. The same young girl who had a weird energy that he had never once before seen or encountered, the same young girl who saved him from drowning, brought him to her home- twice, dried him, fed him, shed tears for his sorry state, and healed him completely.
The same young girl that currently didn't look like she was breathing despite what his cousin kept telling him.
He felt an influx of energy in the air that raised the feathers on his back, his uncle and ancestor stopped whispering to each other while Tachi and his brother too had tensed in preparation for an attack...
"She's much too pretty to continue laying on the floor, don't you think?"
Till next time~
