;;Third Person Point of View;;
In a little condo rested a family, and this family was welcoming a new member of the family into the world. This family was known as the Envenssons, they were rich, and very powerful.
However, they did have a rule, the children were born in the home, not in a hospital, because they had a secret. The mother of the Envenssons was a witch, and a powerful one she was. She was not to be trifled with during her pregnancy.
There she lay in the bathtub giving birth to a healthy baby girl.
Her name was Rowena Envensson, she had the dark hair of her father's which was like a black curly mane, and the vibrant violet eyes of her mother's. A true witchling.
Rowena was odd growing up, she knew things young children shouldn't have known, and she could do things other children could not. Most of her family played it off as her powers starting young, but the girl child's mother thought otherwise.
Lady Diana watched her child grow over the years with a sneaking suspicion. She had brought it forth to her coven, her child might be an Old Soul. Perhaps even one of the oldest. Those among the coven who had not witnessed the child either blinked in surprise or scowled in disbelief. Lady Diana was powerful, but her seat in the coven was not of the High Council's, many disagreed with her.
Rowena, too young to understand the situation, as everyone had thought. The young child was brought forth to the coven's elders, and seated in the center of the elder's circle. The girl seemed quiet, cautious, and she seemed to watch everything like a nervous cat.
The first question was from the girl's mother, "Rowena, what did you say about that one king you mention, the egyptian one? Tell others what you told me, honey." Lady Diana asks gently.
"King Tut was young, but brave, he would do anything for his lover. Cleopatra felt the same. King Tut knew he was being poisoned, he informed Cleopatra, but it was too late and they both decided to cast a curse on anyone who was not a descendant of King Tut's or of Cleopatra's." Rowena whispered, her voice growing louder. "The curse had a double edged sword, and when King Tut passed on, anyone who had previously been around his body would have faced an equally deadly death." the little girl finished. Her words caused silence in the room as some blinked in pure disturbance. A little girl shouldn't know such complex words or negative adjectives.
The knowledge of King Tutankhamun and Cleopatra's heritage as witches was very secretly guarded. How a little girl such as herself knew, nobody could retort to considering not even the girl's mother knew of this knowledge. Lady Diana knew little of the history of the Egyptians, but there was a theory some of the greatest royals were witches, and warlocks of an ancient kind.
"Good, good. What about the men in council?" Lady Diana pushes for more from the little girl. Rowena opens her mouth without thought, "Juwius Caesar could do what others couldn't and knew how to do things, because he had a way of seeing things in his mind." She finished.
A murmur arose among the coven's elders. Lady Diana kept her expression neutral, however, her inner self was in turmoil. She didn't know whether to feel proud for her child or to feel jealous. She had done only what was required of her, married a good warlock of her parents choosing, gave birth to a son and a daughter, she did everything, but nobody seemed to recognize her for her worth. Now it would all change, once the elders recognize Rowena's being an Old Soul, all the coven members would recognize her.
The elders had communed with each other for a time without Lady Diana or the young child among them. They had agreed, Rowena was an Old Soul, and Old Souls needed the proper teachings.
Over the course of several weeks, Lady Diana had been forced to relinquish Rowena to the hands of the elders, teachers, and as they had said, "Master's of the Witching Arts." The Lady did not know whether to be furious or relieved for not having the child with her, Rowena was merely a stepping stone to higher places.
Removed from her home, and those she felt close with, Rowena at first was excited for new adventures, but she had for some unknown reason grown withdrawn, quiet, and cautious. She did not trust easily.
Rowena had wished her family good-bye with a somber expression.