Chapter 23: Conjuring Mother

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Months after the battle, Nova started to miss her mother very much. The ache was a hollow throb in her chest, one that echoed through the silent halls of the old house. She decided to conjure a spell to see if it would work. Under the moonlit sky of Kanata Valley, in the seclusion of her overgrown garden, she stood, a powerful witch whose very name whispered promises of strength and ancient magic. Her abilities had grown exponentially, her power now a pulsating force within her, as if the very earth lent her its whispers and the stars their ancient glow.

Nova's eyes were closed, her voice steady but laced with longing as she prepared the space with protective symbols and gathered the necessary components. Her friends watched in silent reverence, aware of the sacredness of the moment.

"I call upon the elements, guardians of the East, South, West, and North, lend me your power," Nova chanted, her voice growing with confidence. "I seek the souls of those departed, my lineage, my heart. Wendy, Sarah, Mary, hear my plea, cross the veil and come forth."

A shiver ran through the gathered trio as the air thickened, a soft glow emanating from the symbols around them. Nova's power was palpable, the energy swirling like a tangible force, wrapping around them in a comforting embrace.

Then, there was a shift. A gentle breeze blew, carrying with it the scent of jasmine, Nova's mother's favourite fragrance. The atmosphere was charged with expectancy, the world holding its breath. Suddenly, three ethereal figures materialized before Nova. Her mother, Wendy, and her aunts, Sarah and Mary, stood in front of her, their spirits shimmering with a gentle light.

Nova's heart swelled, tears streaming down her cheeks as she beheld her mother. "Mom," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

Wendy smiled, her spectral form reaching out as if to touch her daughter's face. "Nova, my darling girl, look at you. So strong, so powerful. I am so proud of you."

Nova laughed through her tears, a sound of pure joy. "I've missed you so much. I wanted to see you, to tell you everything."

"We know, dear. We've been watching over you, always," Aunt Sarah said with a warm smile, her voice like a melody from beyond.

"And you've grown more powerful than we ever could have imagined," Aunt Mary added, her eyes twinkling with pride.

The reunion was bittersweet, their presence a reminder of the life Nova once had. But there was a comfort there, a healing that only their words could provide.

Ashton, Nova's father, drawn by the energy of the spell, stepped into the garden. His breath caught at the sight of his wife and sisters-in-law with Nova. Tears streamed down his face as he took in the scene, his heartbreaking and mending all at once.

"Wendy..." he managed, his voice choked with emotion.

"My love," Wendy responded, her spirit reaching towards him with a tenderness that transcended the divide between life and death.

Nova watched as her father spoke with her mother and aunts, laughter and tears mingling in a poignant symphony. The spirits shared words of encouragement and pride, uplifting everyone with their presence.

As the spell's power began to wane, Wendy turned to Nova once more. "Remember, my love, our spirit and love are always with you. You are never alone."

With a final smile and a whisper of goodbye, the spirits of Wendy, Sarah, and Mary faded, leaving behind a sense of peace.

Nova, surrounded by her friends and father, felt a renewed sense of purpose. Her mother and aunts had been freed from death's grip, if only for a while, and the joy of that reality was a powerful force. She knew that her path was one of magic, of binding and healing. And with the love of her family, both here and beyond, she would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The garden returned to its quiet state, the moon casting a serene glow over the family. Nova, her father, and her friends shared a moment of silence, each lost in their thoughts but united in the profound experience they had shared under the stars of Kanata Valley. 

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