As we were escorted through the grand gates of the Nueva-seth's coven, we entered into a world of mystique and ancient history that was above, wholly above the boundaries of imagination. The air was heavy with a sense of profound magic, enveloping us in a cocoon of anticipation and trepidation. Aunt Gaia led the way with unwavering confidence, and I followed closely, still bewildered by the extraordinary welcome we received.
Inside the coven, the contrast with the outside world was nothing short of astounding. It felt like stepping into another era, a realm where magic and tradition coexisted seamlessly, where history and mysticism fused into one. The very atmosphere was charged with a unique energy, an intoxicating blend of earthy scents and enchantments that clung to the senses. Tall trees, their leaves adorned with hues of emerald and jade, formed a natural canopy above us, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone paths that crisscrossed the grounds. At the heart of it all stood the coven's main building, an awe-inspiring structure adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to come alive with every twist and curve.
Our escort comprised imposing guards, their stern expressions softened only by the flickering torchlight, and two women who exuded an air of authority that left no room for doubt. Their eyes held a deep well of knowledge, a reservoir of secrets passed down through generations.
Finally, we arrived at a chamber that could only be described as a sanctuary of power and reverence. The room was a tapestry of rich colors and symbols, each telling a story of witches and their history, united in ancient rituals and sacrifices. The walls were adorned with other tapestries that depicted scenes of witches invoking the elements, their magic intertwining with the natural world.
Seated at the very center of the room was an elderly woman, her presence commanding respect that transcended mere words. Her silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of wisdom, a testament to the countless years she had witnessed. Her eyes, an extraordinary shade of silver, held a depth that seemed to pierce through time itself. Flanking her were a man and a woman, both possessing the same distinctive air of authority, and a striking resemblance that hinted at a familial connection. They all bore a resemblance to My mum, to me...
Aunt Gaia, with a grace that only comes from years of experience, bowed deeply, and I followed suit. "Lady Seraphina," Aunt Gaia began, her voice a steady river of reverence, "we have returned to honor one of our own."
Lady Seraphina, her voice carrying a hauntingly melodic quality, responded with a single word, "Rise Gaia."
As I rose, I could feel the weight of Lady Seraphina's gaze upon me. It was as if she were reading the very essence of my soul, unraveling the knots and secrets of my life with her silver eyes. Her smile, when it finally graced her lips, was warm and enigmatic, an echo of ancient wisdom. "Oh, you have your mother's spirit in you, child," she remarked, her words tinged with an otherworldly and hypnotizing resonance. "Welcome to the Nueva-seth's coven."
Relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile back. It seemed that, against all odds, we had found not only a safe haven but also a place where the threads of destiny intertwined with magic, secrets, and revelations. Little did I know that the journey unfolding before me would lead to the unraveling of a prophecy that held the power to reshape the very fabric of our existence. I'll get to know whether it is good or bad.
Lady Seraphina gestured for us to sit, and as we settled into ornate chairs, she continued, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to transcend time itself. "You have finally come to us at this juncture, Lady Gaia, and young Phoebe," she said, addressing me directly. "The coven has awaited your return, how I wished it had to be in a different circumstance. There are preparations being made already for the ceremony and It would be of great significance, irregardless of what might have happened."
Aunt Gaia exchanged a knowing glance with Lady Seraphina before turning her gaze back to me. "Phoebe, you must understand that this coven, our people, have been bound by ancient prophecies and rituals for centuries. They speak of a unique bond between every witch of this coven, and the importance of the bond being shared between each witch and the ground of the Nueva-Seth coven, a bond forged in the face of adversity. This bond is said to hold the key to always maintaining balance between us all."
The weight of Lady Seraphina's words settled upon me like a heavy cloak, and I felt the enormity of what that meant. "But what does it mean for me, for us?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Aunt Gaia's eyes held a mixture of pride and concern as she replied, "It means that to every witch, born into the Nueva-Seth coven, there is a possibility of them possessing a unique destiny, one that could shape the future of our kind. The bond between a witch and a wolf is unbreakable, as we've witnessed with your mother. There is an ancient prophecy speaking about an all powerful witch that could bring an end to the werewolf race, which you have read in one of the books I gave to you". I stare at her with rapt attention as I say" Yes I did read about that." Nodding her head, she continued "Good, we suspect that the witch might be from our coven, hence all witch must be buried on coven land to transfer any power they had to the soil, and therefore into younger generations."
The enormity of the prophecy and its implications hung in the air like a silent thunderstorm, crackling with unspoken possibilities. As I looked out at the moonlit night through a window adorned with ancient symbols, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination. The path ahead was uncertain, but with the support of Aunt Gaia and the enigmatic coven, I was ready to embrace my destiny, and the unbreakable bond that coven offered me.