Elena and Freya arrived at the large mansion house, where the other witch lived. The mansion was an impressive sight, with a large garden, a fountain at the center, and grand double doors that opened to a spacious hall.
Elena noticed the same crest of a crescent on this house same as it was on Freya's home. "I guess they must be from the same covenant" Elena thought.
The other witch, whose name was Morgana, welcomed them into her home. Morgana was tall and imposing, with long black hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a long black gown and a silver amulet around her neck.
"Welcome, Freya, and your friend," Morgana said, her voice deep and resonant. "What brings you to my home today?"
Freya explained that Elena was looking for information about her family and that she believed Morgana might be able to help her.
Morgana listened carefully and then said, "I may be able to assist you, but first, we must perform a ritual to connect with the spirits that dwell in the spirit realm. Are you willing to do this?"
Elena nodded, feeling a little nervous but excited about the possibility of finding out more about her family. The three witches sat in a circle, and Morgana began chanting in a language that Elena didn't recognise. As she chanted, a mist formed in the center of the circle, and the room grew colder.
Freya placed her hand on Elena's shoulder, and Elena felt a surge of energy coursing through her body. She closed her eyes, and images started to flash through her mind. She saw her parents, her brother, and the attack on her old pack. The images were intense and overwhelming, and Elena felt like she was reliving the trauma all over again.
Morgana continued chanting, and suddenly, Elena saw a figure in the mist. It was a woman with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Elena felt a strange connection to the woman, and the woman beckoned her closer.
"Elena," the woman said, her voice echoing through the mist. "I am your ancestor. I have been watching over you, and I can help you find what you seek. But be warned, there are dark forces at work, and you must be careful."
Elena felt a chill run down her spine but also a sense of hope. "What should I do?" she asked.
Morgana spoke up. "We will need to perform a spell to summon the spirit realm and connect with your ancestor. It won't be easy, but with my help, we can do it."
Freya nodded in agreement, and Elena felt grateful for the two witches' support. She knew that the journey ahead wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to find out the truth about her family and her past.
Elena and the witches sat around a large wooden table, with candles and incense burning around them. Freya held Elena's hand and the other witch stood across from them, chanting in a language that Elena didn't understand.
As the chanting grew louder and more intense, the room started to glow with a warm, golden light. Elena felt a strong energy flowing through her body, and she knew that they had made a connection with her ancestor.
Suddenly, the chanting stopped, and the room fell silent. The other witch spoke in a soft, reverent voice, "We have made contact with your ancestor, Elena. She is here with us now."
Elena's heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation. She waited with bated breath as her ancestor began to speak through the other witch.
"My dear Elena," the ancestor's voice sounded ancient and wise, "I am so glad that you have reached out to us. You and your brother are the fruits of a powerful union between two royal families that were once enemies. Your parents were true mates, and their bond was so strong that it united the two families and made them the most powerful in the land."
Elena listened in awe as the ancestor continued, "But with great power comes great danger. Some powerful creatures were afraid of what your parents had created, and they sought to destroy it. Others wanted to take advantage of it and harness its power for their own purposes."
Elena's mind raced with questions. "What happened to my parents? Where is my brother?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, my dear," the ancestor replied. "I cannot answer those questions. But I can tell you this: your parents' love was so strong that it transcended even death. And their legacy lives on in you and your brother."
Elena was overwhelmed with emotion. She felt a deep sense of connection to her ancestors and a renewed sense of purpose. She knew that her journey was just beginning and that she had a destiny to fulfil.
"Thank you," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
Freya squeezed her hand, and the other witch smiled softly. They all knew that this was just the beginning of Elena's journey, and that there were many more secrets to uncover. But for now, they were content in the knowledge that they had made a connection with the past and that Elena's ancestors were watching over her.
As Elena's ancestor had left both Freya and Morgana knelt before Elena. Elena didn't know what to do.
"Freya, Morgana, what are you doing? Please stop."
"We now know that we are in the presence of our Royal Queen" said Freya as tears started to fill her eyes.
"What do you mean?" Elena asked shocked
Freya shared this story:
"Long ago, there were only a few royal families in the magic community. The most prominent among them were the Crescent and the Moon families, who ruled over all the packs and covenants of Moon and Crescent.
For years, these two families had been vying for power and control, with each seeking to establish themselves as the dominant force in the magic community. However, everything changed when the moon goddess united Marcus, the lord of the Crescent, and Diana, the lady of the Moon, in a powerful mating union.
Their union brought a great deal of peace and ended many wars and disagreements, so much so that the community decided to crown them as their king and queen. Together, they had two children, a boy and a girl. For many years, they ruled the magic community with fairness and justice, bringing an era of peace and prosperity.
However, around 20 years ago, tragedy struck. The entire royal family was killed in a vicious attack, or so everyone thought until now. "