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Qetsiyah Bennett is a kind hearted, powerful witch. She has a family and a fiancé whom she loves more than anything...but she can't help the doubt she feels in her core.

So, one day she decides to visit the rumored Oracle of the mountains.

"Excuse me?" She calls out, "Oracle?"

"Is that my title these days?" Comes an unamused voice.

Qetsiyah whirls around to see the back of a young woman tending to a field of fruits, vegetables and flowers.

"Are you the Oracle of the Mountains?" Qetsiyah wonders.

"Maybe," The young woman shrugs.

"You know aspects of the future?"

"Yes."

"Well-well then you can help me," Qetsiyah lights up.

"Maybe I can," The woman rises and turns to face the witch, "Qetsiyah."

"I thought you'd be old," Qetsiyah admits nervously.

"Oh," The Oracle laughed softly, "I am."

"Do you...have a name, Oracle?"

"I have many names," The Oracle confessed, "But today, you may call me Alethea."

"Alethea," Qetsiyah repeated.

"How can I help you today, young one?"

"My-my fiancé," Qetsiyah began hesitantly, "He is the love of my life but I fear...I fear I will lose him."

"I am so sorry," Alethea sighed heavily, "You already have."

"No..." Qetsiyah breathed out, eyes wide, filling with tears.

"The fault is not your own, nor is it his," Alethea spoke, "The one called Amara, she has spelled his love."

"So I can save him?" Qetsiyah asked eagerly, hastily wiping her eyes.

"He is too far gone, to be saved," Alethea sighed.

"No," Qetsiyah shook her head, tears burning in her eyes, "No, no, I'll save him."

The young witch turned and ran away, she ran down the mountain.

Bonnie sighed, watching the witch run off knowing she could change hers and Silas's story, but had chosen not to.

"I'm sorry, Qetsiyah."

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