A Witch's Confession

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A/N: THIS IS A CROSSOVER WITH MY OTHER STORY (The Guardians: Angels & Knights) AND MAY HAVE SPOILERS FOR THAT STORY. I HAVE LINED THE SPOILERS WITH ASTERISKS SO YOU CAN SKIP IF YOU'D LIKE. IF NOT—IT WILL MAKE SENSE SOON I PROMISE LOL

"There you both are, mind if you help gather a few items?" Alexandria held out a piece of paper and pencil. A gleam in her eyes made me wonder if she knew where we had wandered off to, or if the entire coven heard our mini argument. I tossed some rocks around my pocket again, before reaching for the list.

I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, studying the extensive list Alexandria had given us to fetch supplies for the grand finale of all rituals. Good Goddess, would we ever find all of these items in time for the ritual? My mouth fell open as the list unfolded, revealing an endless amount of requests spilling onto the floor. I looked up at Alexandria's smirk, her hands placed on her hips.

"I suspect you can manage," she grabbed a bowl of crystals, before being pulled away.

"Guess we should get started on the list." I followed Kessem over to a shelf of supplies, slowly adding them to a basket. It made sense, really. This was a large—if not the largest—ritual ever completed. This would probably take days, maybe weeks to prepare for. And by Gods, I would be deadly tired by the end of this. I pat the journal in my pack for peace of mind, hoping to later show Alexandria more details about Sybil. That is, if the journal would allow it.

*** SPOILERS START!! ***

"Excuse me, but where is your... Oh." A smaller young woman, close to my age, studied Kessem with a furrowed brow. Her skin was smooth, with a few moles speckled amongst her pink, milky skin, and the most piercing dark blue eyes. Next to her stood a tall, regal looking dark-haired man with scars covering half of his face.

The room brimmed with halos of wondrous colors, their bodies influencing the room in a way words couldn't ever describe. Yet they seemed to effortlessly blend in, as I hadn't even noticed their presence in the museum's shop until the woman got my attention. It seemed like they had lived many lives, though this life...it held purpose. They were on a mission of sorts, and appeared like they didn't have time for small-talk. I studied them with wonder, noting how I hadn't ever learned of beings like them.

The dark haired man broke his focus from the bookcase jammed with ancient literature, his eyes landing directly on Kessem, then darting to me. "We should get going," He calmly placed his hand on the woman's back, and I witnessed a golden thread connect the two at their solar plexus. My mouth gaped open, knowing exactly what they were.

Angels. Powerful angels.

"Did you see that?!" I squawked to Kessem. He shrugged his large shoulders.

"The angels?" He acted as if seeing them occurred nearly every day for him.

I blinked my eyes in disbelief. "Yes! I've never seen a sight like them...they're so— "Heavenly?" He interrupted, noticing my flabbergasted expression. He grimaced as he watched the pair through the windows.

"Those are Guardian Angels...maybe. I'm not sure because they feel different. Their archangel, whatever she is..." he trailed off, envisioning something within his mind. "She's pure evil." His face turned like he ate a sour lemon. "They stole something invaluable from the werewolves. I'd be happy if I never saw a Guardian again."

"I wonder what they're doing. They seemed like they were busy." I tapped the pencil's eraser on the wooden table.

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"They have no reign over us. So as far as I'm concerned, their issues are meaningless." Kessem muttered.

"Not even over the witches?" Kessem shook his head in response.