Syth crawled from the gassy room to a higher relm the room had clean crisp air but it also felt thin to him. He needed a son to keep his heritage clean. Syth fell in love with his first born yes but to keep their heritage from dying out he needed a new born. He crated his third born from his spirit and raised him in the supernatural world so he would be prepared to become the first leader in a sout and dying drying out world to a pleantiful sprouting overflowing with life.
The witch that cursed christina and priya was never seen during the solstice of Easter but they managed till Easter they kept finding things like turkish delight and or strange meats in their packing near their well or on their way to a new city on the side of the road with a sign take these itll relinquish your health.
Christina confused did so and didn't think twice about it.
There was no other way she would've survived.
Syth knew he could never trust a witch. He was a father of his own kindreid soul Dente after all yet he needed a mother to his son.
Nichoel was the witch looking for souls to enslave.
She was independent she didn't need food to survive or souls to live off of.