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I shoved the key into my front door, threw it open and practically ran inside. I listened for a moment only to hear a quiet house, but I could feel her, "Mama?"
My mother appeared around the corner, her brown eyes wide and teary, "Dove?! You're back! Klaus said-" Before she could say anything else, I ran to her and wrapped my arms around her. She stepped back in shock before hugging me back just as tightly.
I treasured the calming scent of her, sage and lavender. And while I could hear the thoughts in her head going wild, I also felt her quiet them down. She had learned how to think 'quieter' as we put it when I was younger and struggling with my mind-reading ability. It made me appreciate her all the more in this moment.
I pulled away and breathed deeply, "It's happening tonight."
Mom nodded, as if she was thinking, before she began tugging me up the stairs to my room, "You'll have to leave after."
"Why?" I asked, simply allowing her to pull me into my bedroom. She sighed as she opened my closet door and grabbed a suitcase, "You know they will not forgive something like that, even if it is the right thing to do. Because everyone else doesn't see it that way."
I sat on my bed, protesting as she began packing clothes, "But why not? Bonnie is a witch-"
"Bonnie is nothing close to being in tune with nature, not yet. Maybe not ever. You must know that." She spoke and my resulting silence was answer enough, "She can't see what we can. Most choose to ignore it, but breaking the curse is restoring the balance of nature. For nature would not create what it cannot love."
Mom placed a hand on my cheek, smiling sadly at me, and I understood the double meaning behind her words. I nodded in acceptance before helping her pack. While she threw in clothes, I worried about my art supplies and other necessities. And then finally, when it was done, I stood at the front door once more with my suitcase handle gripped tightly.
I turned to look at my mom, who was adjusting my jacket nervously. I could see and feel how scared she was, so I voiced my fear, "I'm scared."
Instead of crying, as I expected, she simply smiled and placed her hands on my shoulders, "You can do this, birdie."
I looked down briefly before she placed her hands on my cheeks and made me look at her once more, "You are the most powerful witch the world has seen in centuries. From two of the greatest bloodlines in the world. You just need to let go of the fear that you hold."
"How?" I asked, my voice breaking. Mom smiled sadly, "One day, the time will come. It may not be tonight or even tomorrow, but you will realize your true potential. And when that happens, the world will know your name."
