ALDER'S POVI knew it was a crazy thing to have just revealed my true identity after all these years. I grew up disliking nothing more than witches because my father was always against them and just everything that they were but one was in fact my mother, and that caused me to be quite unhappy about a lot of things because I never treated my mother the way she deserved because I was fed lies about her since I was a child. I hated my father for lie to me about witches when in fact my mother had been one of the best one could ever ask for...giving herself nothing, but giving us everything. He was vehemently against the existence of every witch, denouncing their very nature. These prejudices seeped into my consciousness, shapibg the nature of my perception of witches and tragically my own mother as well.Unknown to me, my mother, the woman I'd grown to despise through the words of my father was herself a witch-a fact concealed behind a web of lies and deception practiced by my father. I

JULIUS' POV The figure emerged towards me from the dense forest, causing adrenaline ti course through my veins. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my senses sharpening as I prepared myself for what was about to happen. The air grew thick with anticipation as I tightly gripped my hairpin which was my only weapon. With each step the figure took, I ciukd sense it's ominous presence drawing closer. Shadows danced around it's stilhouette, observing it's true form. The moonlight cast an eerie glow, revealing glimpse of it's unsettling features...quite familiar features. But there was no time to observe. I narrowly missed the claws of this creature as I got momentarily distracted in who it was. My heart still raced, trying to decipher the true identity of the mysterious assailant. A sense of determination surged through me as I fixated my gaze in the unknown adversary ready to protect this necklace at all cost. Without warning this creature lunged towards me again, unleashing

JULIUS' POV I couldn't get the guilt of the past off my chest and it was something I didn't feel I could forgive myself from. How could I leave my family for something temporary and unfulfilling? I thought I could find more, I thought I could be free...all I wanted was to know who I was and where I belonged to but forgot the most important thing is never to forget the family that raised you unconditionally. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by guilt. Regret clutched my chest as I realized I chased after vanity. Because of this I became empty and isolated...while my parents searched for me day and night. I refused to reveal myself, abandoning their unconditional love for me, unknown to me that it could never fufill me. If only I could turn back the hands of time. The burden of regret heavily laid upon my shoulders, as though it was following my every step. It always whispered into my ears the mistakes of my past, it was a consistent reminder, of all the bad choices I've made. It w

CASSANDRA'S POV I don't know what was going on in my head but I found myself moving towards El. She looked perplexed at my strange behavior, but it was as though I was getting drawn...like there was a magnetic pull. As I moved towards El and touched her hand, a peculiar sensation washed over me, unlike anything I'd never felt before, transporting me to a different time and place. The surroundings shifted before my eyes, and I found myself somewhere that wasn't here. The darkness was overwhelming, but I could see through it. There came, all of a sudden glimpse of El and realized that I was immersed in the depths of El's past. It was as though I had accessed a hidden portal, revealing fragments of her life that she had kept hidden from the world.As the scenes unfolded, I couldn't help but sense the weight of pain and sorrow that permeated the air. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken secrets, echoing the struggles and hardships El had faced. I was stunned to see El in this sort of s

ALDERS POVAs I observed her from the window, I could see the determination in her eyes. This was a totally new side iof her that was seeing. The Cassandra I knew before didn't know how to manipulate this amount of magic and this, caused me to see her in a new light. It caused me to see her differently than I used to. I cherished the fact that she was growing gradually and daily. With my hand folded at my back, every movement of her hands, every incantation she spoke, was with precision and focus. It was clear that she had dedicated countless hours to mastering the art of magic manipulation. The progress was obvious and I couldn't be any more proud.These days, her nights were spent in deep contemplation, exploring the vast possibilities that magic held. She would immerse herself in books, studying ancient spells and rituals, seeking to understand the fundamental principles behind the magic she sought to control. Apparently, she didn't have time as much as she used to, for me, and eve