Mikael's Little Necromancer.

6. Conflicts with In-Laws

New Orleans, Outside the Dowager Fauline Cottage, Night Present:

"Why?"

"Pardon," Nora said she didn't bother to turn her direction of sight to the Original.

"Why come now?" Mikael asked. "When you could have come back a thousand years ago."

"I did not have the resources to come back." She shrugged as she walked over to the gate.

"And now you do I suppose."

"Yes, now do be quiet. I haven't practised magic for over a thousand years. It will be better if I have no distractions." Nora closed her eyes for a brief second before she pushed her hands out to the gate channelling a tiny fraction of her magic, she shattered the centuries-old boundary spell. The gate now smashed into tiny pieces on the ground.

New Orleans, Inside the Dowager Fauline Cottage, Night Present:

Nora nor Mikael intended to be discrete she had too little time in this world. The broken boundary spell alerted the witches who called the cottage their prison to the two ancient beings' presence. Upon entry, the two were bombarded by the residents who desired freedom. The old witch not wanting to put up with anything that may further prolong what she came back to do with a slight wave of her hand cast a single fatal spell. Killing every witch within seconds stopping their hearts one by one a witch fell to the floor. 

"Modern-age witches so unprepared." Nora sighed.

"So not much has changed since your first encounter with the Vikings," Mikael replied.

"Careful Mikael it was my family's power that has allowed you to breathe to this day." Nora then led the way upstairs. Nora will always hate Mikael and any other Viking for the chaos and slaughter they brought to her home all those years ago. 

She led Mikael to the smallest of bedrooms in the cottage. Sensing there was a boundary spell over the room.

"It was Qetsiyah's spell that my wife appropriated should I worship any and all of her descendants." Nora rolled her eyes at Mikael's response she now knew where her grandchildren got their hubris and sense of worth from.

"It would be for the best yes," Nora said then with a small gesture she broke the boundary spell over the room and the two then entered. At the centre of the room lies a glass coffin covered with thick dust. Mikael was hesitant to step forward.

"Freya," Mikael uttered under his breath. 

"She's sleeping," Nora replied. The Original turned his gaze to Nora. "Much like the princess in Sleeping Beauty. The enchantment placed over her is the reason she still breathes to this day."

Mikael summoned up the courage to approach the glass coffin gently he wiped some of the thick dust away revealing sleeping Freya's face. The Original took in his firstborn's features. She looked so familiar and different at the same time. He could hear her heartbeat perfectly despite her being sealed in a glass coffin. He longed to see her warm smile and bright eyes again and to hear her gentle voice of hers, which he could never forget. 

The Original opened the coffin and brushed a finger across Freya's right cheek. Her skin was soft yet paler than he remembered.

"Wake her,"

Nora approached the coffin and looked down at Freya. She couldn't deny that her eldest grandchild was beautiful. Though she could never truly love Freya, she was the product of something unnatural. And her goal was to at least fix one of her daughters mistakes. If someone would have told her of every law set by nature her daughters broke. How both her daughters decided to go beyond and above their station creating a vairty of immortal beings.

She knew whole heartly what she would do to put a end to it before it could even begin. 

"Not here." Nora said.

"My daughter has slept long enough!" Mikael snapped. Nora simply walked away from Mikael leaving him alone with his daughter.