I'm alive! I swear, I'm alive. I still have golden eyes, and gorgeous hair. I found Nessie, and Crowley found us.
He brought the hex bag, but it turned out to be mostly useless. Thankfully.
Nessie's hurt. Really bad. It's magical and not easy to fix. But I found her, and she's going to be alright.
The next problem we have to deal with is the coven. Crowley helped me kill two of them. It was not easy. I nearly lost my arm, but thankfully it was a normal wound from a normal weapon. I can progress the healing of normal wounds easily.
It still hurts as though it's fresh, but it's closed and scarring already.
We're set up in a safe house—one that neither the Winchesters nor the coven would know about.
I know this is a short update but it needs to be. Crowley is going to be back soon with some ingredients that will help us find and destroy the coven that hurt Nessie and our friends. My coven family, I mean. They didn't deserve this.
They were kind, for what it's worth. Yes, they were witches. It is not actually synonymous with bitch, believe it or not. They were always helping people in the community, and making the families happier. At least, they did when it was convenient. That's a hell of a lot more than most people do, at least.
I respected everyone within my coven. I loved each of them.
And to think that they were all murdered, one by one, just pisses me the hell off. They almost killed Nessie. They almost killed me. They know I'm with her so they'll have the chance to literally kill two birds with one stone.
Excuse me while I scream into a pillow.
OH. AND EVEN BETTER NEWS. Me and Nessie? We are two of the last three people left from our coven. It's official. Nessie confirmed it. My new goal is to find our last surviving member, a man who calls himself Archer.
Archer has this great habit of making all of his spells look like he's shot them from a longbow. He was like our mascot, back when the coven was together. I miss him, honestly. He was both our strongest male witch, and our lovable fool. He filled two essential spots in our tight-knit family.
Nessie was the little sister that everyone adored and tried to please. Except, like all of us, she was as powerful as she was interesting. So it was a little like trying to please your little sister who happens to be a literal nuclear weapon poised to detonate at any moment.
I love her to bits.
And then there's me...Good ol' Dae who fucked with the gods. Did you know I was the 'High Priestess' of our coven? Yeah, I was. That was before I got the eye ichor thing. Our last High Priestess stepped down to raise her family a million miles away, and I was begged to take her place.
I tried so hard to keep us together, and to keep us striving for a better future. I swear, to you and to Nessie and Archer, that I tried. I loved them. I loved the coven. I never wanted it to end.
But it did...
Crowley's back now. Storytime is over.
Keep safe, readers. I can't be there for you, right now. I am so sorry about that but I have a few things to take care of before I can be by your side again. Thank you for everything.