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Samantha coursed through Forest Hill with laden steps as a steady drizzle persisted. Luckily, her pace was unabated though the phobias about her forgotten lineages had continued.

Amidst it all, Sam was nurturing her incessant ferocities, but she pushed on, enslaved by a unified calling. Concurrently, the conditions challenged her perception, so she fixed on the Forest Hills mortuary and bearer of ethereal power: the Central Abby.

She'd trusted Anna and Jennifer since childhood, but a reluctance to do so had flourished. Be that as it may, Sam accessed the chancel, ascended a bleached staircase and traversed an evocative doorway.

The Abbey had retained the energies from many sinister practitioners, thus she grasped the sacrosanct gilded relic and focused. Sad to say, life spans varied and many tombs honored adolescent children. (An unwelcomed contingency she hadn't anticipated).

The passages began to grow narrower one by one while the numerous lanterns illuminated each edifice. But more importantly, an immense sanctum with six gilded glyphs had emerged in the distance. (Another symbol that affirmed many lingering suspicions). Seeing this, Sam knelt before the shrine and embraced the reality of her mother's decision.

Today's era mirrored pasts more and more, though the auras of evil encompassing the future remained. Nevertheless, several names were engraved on the Morgan placard: Katherine Marie, Harold Allen, Sabrina Michelle and Samantha Lynn.

Names synonymous with a family she'd only begun to remember, but validation for Katherine's motives. (unforeseen decisions that'd caused unneeded misery and unjustified voids). Several reasons why Katherine had entrusted the day witches to conserve the Morgan heirship.

(A request that thus far had proved near impossible). Coincidentally, the prophecies were renewing, but neither Katherine nor Harold had come forth to validate their legitimacy. Thereby, Samantha's life felt devalued until a distant but recognizable presence appeared.

"I knew you'd come." she whispered.

From the shadows Sabrina stepped forth.

"I couldn't stay away."

"The last time I saw you..." she declared. "That night, in the cellar with Mother."

"I wish I remembered." She replied.

Sabrina steadily neared eager to reunite with her sister despite being oblivious of their father's return.

"You will..." she admitted. "Then I assume that you've been told the same story." Sam wondered.

"Yes..." Sabrina answered, gesturing. "But, after hearing the specifics I'm not sure what to believe."

Sam settled against the tomb.

"Regardless, a lifetime of lies is more than enough to overcome don't you think?"

"Yes..." Sabrina confirmed. "Accept, the future is far beyond comprehension -- who we are and for that matter what we're to become."

Eyes lifted as Sam thought.

"So, Julia doesn't know and neither do you."

Sabrina glared.

"About?"

"Our father's alive and he's returned to Saint Anthony's."

"How'd you find out?"

Sam twisted.

"My mentor, Anna, governed the mosque where mother hid me away..." She divulged. "And when he came looking and didn't find me Harold eradicated the only home I'd ever known."

Lowering her gaze Sabrina murmured.

"Saint Ann's."

Sam squinted.

"Yes..." she stated. "Though, how do you know so much about me?"

Sabrina pondered.

"I've had visions about you for some time..." she admitted. "Along with this mortuary, Saint Anthony's and our mother, but none of it made sense until now."

Sam appeared annoyed, but Anna and Jennifer's secrecy now seemed validated.

"That's why Jennifer led you here..." Sabrina added. "She wanted you to find us along with a sense of closure."

"It seems so..." Sam avowed. "Thankfully, Anna survived Harold's ambush because she like Jennifer is a day witch."

Sabrina appeared shocked.

"You didn't know?" Sam questioned.

"No...!" Sabrina exclaimed. "But, I often felt your presence; first in London, then at the Bistro and lastly in this house."

"That's why I left statues..." Sam retorted while revealing the birthmark on her wrist. "After that, it was only a matter of time."

"Come home with me." Sabrina pleaded.

Samantha turned away.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear that..." she affirmed. "Although, it's not that simple."

Sabrina closed.

"It is."

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