Misty's POV
Y/N was reading the spell outloud, this wasn't the first time you've been resurrected, but that's when you were in a coven, you didn't even know if Y/N would be able to pronounce the words. Latin has always been a hard language for you, no matter how hard you studied the language. Being a ghost at the moment, the only thing you felt was cold, just cold and feeling of lightfullness? You sat in the center of the already drawn pentagram, you looked at your own body, it was still odd to see yourself, like that wasn't you.
When Y/N started the spell, it came as quite a shock when she perfectly pronounced the words. To be fair you knew nothing about this woman, other than her being a werewolf, she was a complete mystery to you. You looked at your knees, you were glowing and a strong pull tugged to you. Next thing you know, you're falling, fast and hard. It took you a few moments to recognize what happened, you felt a cool breeze, the smell of outside was strong.
You felt the stone beneath you, you groaned, your body felt heavy as you sat up, immediately a sharp pain pierced your skull, you placed a hand on your head. Wait. You look at your hand, it wasn't see through, it was your hand, your pale skin. You look at Y/N, her emerald green eyes looking into your purple ones, her eyes held pain, but also curiosity and excitement. You looked back at your hand and looked at Y/N again, you couldn't believe it, you were alive, actually alive. You heard her voice, it was so calm and collected, like she didn't just walk through hell and back.
"Welcome Back, Misty Gale." was all she said before falling forward, passing out.
You stood, but immediately fell back down, you haven't used your body in 50 years. The realization hit you, you've been dead for 50 years. What had happened in that time, was Alcina and her daughters alright? Were Donna and Angie doing well? Was Moreau lonely without you? Was Karl still an ass? So many questions, so little time, you tried and failed to stand up again, it was nearly impossible and frustrating, but to be fair, being dead for so long, your body forgets how to work. You suddenly heard a familiar sound. It sounded like heavy footsteps, whoever they were, they were close. You wanted to protect yourself and Y/N, you had no idea who else was with her, you couldn't see or remember. The sound drew closer and you started to panic, your magic wasn't going to be much help either, you could only sit and pray, but then again, why would god answer your prayers?
Alcina's POV
After finding Misty's cottage you sent Bela back, if Dani and Cass came back to the picnic at least they had Bela to keep them there. You had seen a bright light and was running towards it, you feared the worst, you had seen what witchcraft had done to Misty, you don't want that to happen to Y/N. You wouldn't be able to handle it. When you arrive you could see Y/N laying on the ground, thankfully you could still see her breathing and hear her heartbeat, you look over to see a slightly confused woman. You looked closer and gasped, your throat felt tight and breathing became difficult.
It was Misty, she was alive. Her skin was still pail and her white hair flowed down her back and shoulders, her purple eyes met yours. How you missed seeing those eyes.
"A-Alcina?" she questioned
Her voice sounded so small, so quiet, like a child asking a stranger for help.
"Misty..."
You didn't know what to do, you were frozen in your spot. It really was Misty, you had no idea how to feel about this. You walk over to Y/N and pick her up, her body instinctively clung to you. It always fascinated you how Y/N knew it was you, even if she was unconscious. You looked over to Misty, she tried to stand but fell over, landing on her butt, she groaned in frustration. You walk over to her and scoop her up into your arms, carrying Y/N and Misty on your hips like children you make your way back to the picnic. The silence between you and Misty was slightly uncomfortable, the tension in the air was suffocating.
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Where The Rose Blossoms
FanfictionAs you come to a stop in your home village you search for work, but you don't expect such a simple act to turn into a wild and exciting adventure. ~Hello dear audience, this is my first book I've ever written and shared to the world, so if the writi...