❝ the war was what scared her, for she was in the middle, nor a 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛, nor an 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 ❞
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witch council, 11 years before Armageddon
The redhead woman had been wandering around the woods, late at night to the call of her sisters for a meeting of the witch council. She was no stranger to the woods who were home to their meetings ever since the council was formed. Her only fear was of being followed. She would now and then, turn around to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind. The witch shouldn't have feared, despite years she walked through that same forest, still, a small part of her often wondered if perhaps there could be an animal lurking near her. It was the animals that feared her.
Coming to her destination; a huge willow tree who's hanging branches almost hid its' trunk, Ophelia reached for it, placing her black, coal-stained hand against the rough surface. In a blink of an eye, she found herself in a corridor seemed to look like a tunnel which it actually was. It was hidden under the surface of Earth, hidden from men and God whose wrath the witches feared back in the day.
The corridor led to only one room where there were only a single fireplace, a cupboard and a table with seven chairs, each looking the same except one which belonged to the high priestess. Ophelia found herself to be lucky not to ever sit in that chair. The position of a high priestess seemed to only be created for her sister Åshild who would fight to be in charge of things.
As Ophelia entered the room lit up by candles and a single fireplace she was greeted by a tight hug and a shout of her name followed by giggles.
"Oh hi Pandora." the girl made the redhead smile. She was always like a mother to her, caring for her more than any sister did. Ophelia's accent was heavily Scottish only when she got mad as it was the accent she was born with, but over time it turned into some sort of a posh accent. "How's school?"
"You know I don't go to school." the teenage girl laughed at her sister's teasing as she pulled away from the tight hug. "When can I come to visit you?"
"When Åshild allows you to. My word is nothing comparing to hers." Ophelia feared to bring her sister into her home, especially her shop. It held too many secrets for a single teenage girl. She couldn't let her cleverness inside the walls of her shop. "Besides you can't leave Eamon alone. Where is he?"
"I'm sure he'd love to play with Pluto," Pandora spoke about the cat that was proudly stretching its' back on one of the cupboards, resting and slowly drifting into sleep, still keeping an eye on his owner.
"You'd have to ask Åshild." Ophelia reminded her with a reassuring smile. She only feared her sister would come uninvited and see what she was not allowed to see.
