The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 259

Freya finished the simple spell, it was an old one she remembered from Dahlia; to alert to when the supernatural was near. It wasn't overly complicated, just a bit of silver, a bit of lavender, sage, and rosemary, there wasn't much else needed, but she infused salt and black sands of Iceland into it; just a bit of her own personal twist. Then she mixed it together before putting it in a bowl with a candle in the center of it.

"So, if the flame goes certain colors we are in the presence of different aspects of the supernatural," Freya said uncertainly. "Dahlia always had this damn thing burning, even after we woke and none of the supernatural was near," she explained.

"What color are we looking for wraith?" Kol asked.

"That is white," she admitted. "We can test it on me, and Kai first, establish a witch and a vampire's presence, and then we'll do you."

Kol looked it over and nodded.

"Okay," he agreed. Freya waited for her brother to be out of the presence of the spell before she started speaking the incantation. The flame danced to life, lively, bright, orange, the color of every initial flame. The moment Freya walked close to it, the flame was brilliant red, which had her sagging in relief of doing it right. Kai was looking rather curiously at it before he stepped nearer. The flame flickered a few times before it was dancing in deep, right purple.

"Is it supposed to do that?" he asked.

"Yes," Freya answered. "Now, it won't tell us exactly what is in Kol's blood, but it'll give us a range to hunt in for ideas. Witches are red, trolls were green, elves were orange, werewolves were an amber like color, huldra were pink, dwarves were usually blue, pesta and nokken were usually purple, which makes me think vampires fall into the category of ill omens, and pure forms of death, like Valkyries, and other grim types like wraiths were white."

"Trolls existed?"

"Aye, and Gobber was right, they stole socks, and only the left ones, we could never figure that out," Freya chuckled. It was one of her fonder memories of learning from Dahlia.

"Weird," Kai chuckled. "So I'm an ill omen?"

"Not necessarily, Kai, there were deaths which were inevitable, meeting a Valkyrie, or wraith, or grim of those natures were usually white because it's a pure death in the sense of it's unavoidable, the Norn had woven that death already. But there were ill omen deaths, nokken they would trick people into their dwelling and drown them, pesta were a blight, they brought illness, it just, it was a powerful creature and a painful end, they were ill omens in that sense. They could kill you, or they might not, dangerous creatures; that's what vampires are too."

He nodded slowly.

"You're still a witch, Kai, there's flakes of red in the flame, and it is not because of my nearness," she said softly. The spell worked so well because she would not be the focus of it after having passed it the first time.

"I don't know... this," he whispered.

"We'll figure it out," she stated firmly. "Until then, we'll be careful and cautious," she assured. She didn't really know a dangerous vampire, in the sense of coming after her, all her vampire siblings, and her vampire father seemed to be in control of themselves; though Kol's lack of control was legendary.

Kai nodded.

"In the meantime, talk to Caroline, she has the best control of any vampire," Freya said calmly. Caroline's control rivaled Elijah's, and she did it naturally. Caroline had talked about the few times she had feared hurting people, and how horrible it made her feel, but she also talked about how terrible it was to feel like a monster and she wasn't a monster. Freya knew her sister-in-law prided herself on her control, and it was no empty boast, especially when she was so young.