Morgana Gilbert gets thrown into the world of the supernatural. She must deal with the drama that her sister Elena started. She makes new friends and enemies. As well as losing a few. She uncovers secrets about herself along the way. And also she ma...
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Zelda and Hilda stood between two black gravestones each baring golden ink, scripting the same first name but different surname. The two Spellmans looked over the mournful frowns, belonging to their family, friends and coven.
The Mikaelson siblings, Ambrose, Dorian, Nicholas, Harvey, Roz, Theo and Robin stood in the front row. Kol kept a comforting arm around the Blackwood's waist as Rebekah held Ambrose's hand.
Although, the Morningstars and Alvaro, who unlike the rest of his siblings stood lingering on the outskirts, away from the crowd but within sight and hearing range.
It had only been a day after two weeks since Halloween, when it all happened. The final eldritch terror; The Void came, heaven went down and Sabrina, inhabiting her dead sister's body (who had been killed by the Void on her way back from the parallel earth.)
Fled from her family and friends, worried that she might send them away with the Void's power, and ended up accepting Faustus Blackwood's help reluctantly. And two weeks later died, after rescuing her loved ones from out of the Void.
"We are gathered here today," Zelda announced sorrowful, a red rose in her gloved hand "to honour the passing of, Sabrina Edwina Diana Spellman and Morningstar. Though the two girls were separate for a time, anyone who knows our Sabrina, knows they've always been one in the same. Cheerleader by day, queen of Hell by night."
Lillith who's arms were crossed looked down gloomily, before daring to grasp Lucifer's hand in an effort of comfort for them both, he glanced at her before giving it a light squeeze in a notion of thanks. Morgana closed her eyes, tears threatening to fall, Alvaro side hugged her, his own eyes slightly glassy. For the white haired Morningstar had grown on him slightly, in their brief encounters.
Ambrose kept a shakey sob in his throat as Rebekah released his hand and rubbed his back lightly. Kol looked down at ground while Prudence kept her eyes on the gravestones. Klaus, who was there supporting his brother and sister watched with a sad glint in his eye.
"Though there is no death for witches. May the Maiden, mother and crone," she continued as she and Hilda moved to place the rose in their hands on each of the graves "guardians of the crossroads. Guide both Sabrinas-" she sobbed "-into the afterlife. For they are both daughters of Hecate. For they are both our daughters."
"She looks beautiful, doesn't she, Hildy?" Zelda questioned her sister, as they stood staring at the gold statue of their niece.
"Yeah. She does." Hilda agreed in the same quiet manner "Zelds, I uh...was thinking..." the redhead turned her head to her as she tried to find the words "that Dr. Cee and I, will probably just move back into the mortuary...'cause we Spellmans, we should stick together, I think."
"Alright." Zelda said "Good. If you think so." She arched an eyebrow slightly, her eyes watery "Why?" She cried, briefly placing her hands over face "Why did you not preserve her, Dark Mother."
