Mikael's Little Necromancer.

1. A Reunion with Dear Old Grandpa.

Norway, 15th Century:

Freya was used to silence. Even when Dahlia was present they mostly practised their craft in silence. Though these past few centuries, she welcomed it with no resistance everything that she needed to say to her aunt was already said. At least on her part she and her aunt would never be close not after how her aunt had treated her since she was five years old.

She wouldn't make the same mistake twice not after it cost her Matthias and their unborn child's lives. She prayed silently morning, noon, and night to the Norse gods her gods. To give her a sign to help her. Then after one uneventful morning, both witches went to bed, the Viking Witch had learned how to tell the difference between dreams and reality over her long life with Dahlia.

So, when her heart suddenly stopped beating she was surprised.

Paradise, 15th Century:

 The witch found herself standing outside in a small village on a summer's day. She had never seen such a beautiful place.

"What in Odin's name?" Freya said out loud but directed to herself.

"Odin isn't responsible for this." A man who came out of nowhere replied standing right in front of her. He looked exactly as she remembered a man in his early sixties, leaf green eyes his face and arms covered with scars and very few teeth to call his own.

"Grandpa." Freya smiled.

"Beautiful as ever child," Frode said, he then opened his arms out to Freya. The witch accepted his request and hugged him tightly. 

"How am I here?" She asked while she broke away from the hug.

"Your mother's side wasn't the one responsible for passing down unique gifts." He answered.

"I am forever grateful in seeing you again. But..." Freya started.

"You're here because a few of your paternal ancestors and I have been discussing what has occurred these past few centuries." Frode interrupted.

"And." 

"They have agreed it's time for us to lend a helping hand."

"How?" The witch demanded to know.

"I was only able to draw your spirit here because you died once before. The youngest of each generation in our family has a special relationship with death. Though that is a story for another time, sweet Freya. Your great-great-great-grandmother has been asking witches to help and they're finally willing." Frodo explained.

"Go on."

"Listen to me very carefully granddaughter. In three days there will be a lunar eclipse on that night you must be outside. With my help and the help of our ancestors we will allow powerful witches to inhabit and take possession of your body..."

"My body, grandfather..." Freya spoke up, she hated the thought of being possessed very few witches got over that kind of experience. 

"They will do you no harm as long as you do not resist them entering you. Once they inhabit you, they will seal Dahlia's home and put her to sleep. Before they leave your body, they will place a cloaking spell on you in order for it not to be broken. You can not under no circumstances seek out your father and brother Finn the two people alive who you love most. The cloaking spell will feed off their power." Frode finished explaining. 

"No boundary spell will hold Dahlia," Freya told her grandfather his plan sounded crazy. A gamble only the desperate would consider. Unlucky for her, she was desperate she has been for some time now.

"It only has to hold her till morning," Frode replied.

"What are you exactly?" Freya questioned.

"A man who wants to help his favourite granddaughter," Frode said before he planted a small kiss on her forehead her spirit then vanished.