"Regina meis," the group of witches looked towards me saying as they bowed. Once they stood up straight my mother began to speak.
"Eleanor, these are the loyal followers of your father and I, they now follow you. Before I continue, you say you did it? Do you mean you finally know how to bring back the dead?" she questions eagerly.
"yes, I finally found the correct combination of ingredients to bring back the dead. First, though I will need all the witches to come here with pictures, paintings or the belongings of the deceased. Second, why are they calling me their queen, regina meis translates to my queen," I explain the first part slowly letting it sink in, then I question being called a queen. Mother looks at me and nods with her eyes glistening with tears.
"Your father will be proud Eleanor, now stay her and get ready I will have everyone here within an hour," mother and her followers leave but little do they know they left me with the voices.