AVE | THE OTHER REALM.

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ACT ONE.

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES!

Lithe nimble fingers had ran along a dusty vintage tape recorder, she moved closer to the thing and blew air towards it; then she sneezed, her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up as her shoulder drew upwards

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Lithe nimble fingers had ran along a dusty vintage tape recorder, she moved closer to the thing and blew air towards it; then she sneezed, her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up as her shoulder drew upwards.

She smiled to herself, and shook her head. She could be quite silly, really. She drummed her fingers along her lips as she continued to examine the object in front of her. She thought of words and threaded them together.

She closed her eyes and she felt energy ran along her veins to her fingertips, she flicked her wrist and then all dusts that covered the tape recorder vanished. She was pleased now.

She pressed a button, and the tape recorder come to life, it waited for her to speak. She kept her silence as she cautiously decided how to begin her monologue, she cleared her throat.

"Beginnings are very difficult, I don't know what to say to catch your attention, whoever you are, but there's one thing I can say that is not utter bull: life is a blessing, and what surrounds it is a curse."

She had no idea where she was going with that, but it felt right, so she continued:

"It may be like that, but do not lose hope. I have not and that's because I believe. Grow up, but never grow out of your youth, honestly that's one lesson I've learned from Peter Pan himself. He chased his shadow blindly not knowing he was going to end up in his light."

A small smile was on her face now.

"Believe in magic and fairies and gods, and-"

She giggled.

"Not all witches are evil as to how not all humans are evil."

She pressed the button again and it stopped recording, just in time for her to hear a saccharine deep voice calling out for her.

"Jennie, Jennie, Jennie." It was in a sing song manner. Jennie, the girl who had been recording her words, whipped her head and she saw the iteration of a goddess before her eyes.

The golden light of the coven, with the wisps of blonde hair and the blinding smile she had. She was the sun, in contrast to Jennie's moon. And she was named, Rosé.

"What is it?"

Then there was a gleam in Rosé eyes and Jennie did not need any other words. "It's time," She concluded, answering her own question and stealing Rosé's chance to answer.

"It's time." Rosé confirmed, and Jennie's heart began to drum.

She always had thought that it was just going to be the five of them in their coven, that there won't be any additions to it despite Irene proclaiming that there might be one in the near future.

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