In the breathtakingly beautiful small village of where the Cera Witch clan resides far off from the city houses had smoke coming from their chimneys.
It was early morning. The trees surrounding the village were all so green and beautiful giving off a mythical look.
At the end of the village, inside a well built cottage with climbing flowers and greenery a woman's voice could be heard giving off instructions.
"Alysia it's still early morning please cook the porridge and stop looking forward to going outside today. You will not be going out today as we will be having guests later." The woman had a crisp clear voice with the intention for her message to be passed clearly.
The woman was Alysia's mother. Mother to one of the most outstanding witches, but she'd rather her daughter wasn't as outstanding.
