Witches of Kanata Vallege

Chapter 24: Fifteen Days with Her Mother

In the heart of Kanata Valley, amidst the whispering woods and the murmurs of the flowing creek, stood an ancient homestead, its walls steeped in untold stories and magic. It was here, in a room filled with the aroma of herbs and the soft glow of enchanted candles, that Nova awaited the reunion with her mother, Wendy, who had been a spirit for as long as Nova could remember. The air was thick with anticipation, and Nova's heart was aflutter with excitement. Today marked the beginning of an extraordinary allowance by the fates – only fifteen days to spend time getting to know her and her aunties, Sarah and Mary.

Nova's friends, Matt and Chloe, stood by her side, their eyes wide in awe as they watched the preparations unfold. Melissa, Nova's nanny and confidant, hummed a tune of ancient spells, her fingers dancing over the array of ingredients on the table. Every slice and crush, every stir and pour, was accompanied by onomatopoeia that seemed to sing the very essence of magic: *chop, crunch, swish, pour.*

Ashton, Nova's father, stood at the threshold, his expression a mix of joy and sorrow. His eyes were locked on the spot where his beloved Wendy would soon materialize. Nova's powers had grown exponentially, and the strength that coursed through her veins was palpable in the air, crackling with each movement she made, a testament to her inheritance and her dedication.

"Nova," Ashton's voice trembled, "she learns about her mother and aunts, and you... to see how powerful her daughter has grown, Wendy will be amazed."

Nova beamed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "We made awesome parents," she whispered back, a mixture of pride and longing in her voice.

The clock struck midnight, and silence fell upon the room. Nova raised her hands, the energy swirling around her in a vortex of colours. "By the bond of blood and spirit, I call upon thee," she intoned.

With a burst of light and a *whoosh*, the spirits of Wendy, Sarah, and Mary materialized before them. "Nova..." Wendy's voice was a soft caress as she reached out to her daughter.

Ashton was overjoyed, his heart full as he watched the tender reunion. The spirits were ethereal, their forms flickering like candle flames, but the love they radiated was as real and warm as the sun.

The fifteen days were filled with laughter, tears, and countless stories. They created potions and spells together, the sound of their chants resonating like a melody through the valley (*whirr, pop, sizzle*). Nova learned of her heritage, her mother's wit, and her aunties' bravery. Each day was a treasure, a precious moment that Nova etched into her heart.

As the days passed, Nova absorbed every word, every lesson her mother and aunties bestowed upon her. They spoke of love, of loss, and of the enduring strength of family. "Remember, we are just a spell away," Wendy would say, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Whenever you need us, just call."

And before they knew it, day fifteen came by, and they had to say their farewells. The goodbye was bittersweet, with promises to keep each other close in thought and in magic.

Nova held her mother's hands, her voice a mere whisper. "I'll miss you every day."

"We are always with you, my darling," Wendy assured, her voice echoing in the wind. "In the rustle of the leaves, in the whisper of the water... we are there."

With a final embrace, the spirits stepped back into the light, their figures glowing. "Goodbye, my brave girl," said Wendy.

"Goodbye, until next time," echoed Sarah and Mary.

And with that, they left Nova and Ashton in a burst of light, leaving behind a silence that spoke volumes of the love and memories they had shared.

Ashton wrapped an arm around Nova, his eyes moist but his smile wide. "She's right, you know," he said softly. "We're just a spell away from them."

Nova nodded, the sense of loss mingled with the strength she had gained. "I know, Dad. And I'll keep learning, growing, and making you all proud."

The echoes of the past fifteen days lingered in the air, a symphony of whispers and laughter that would forever resonate in the heart of Kanata Valley.