Lakien Summerrose

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"So where do you want to start." We had decided to have this talk in the morning. Nick said that it would be best to deal with Obsy's body first. Plus everyone would be more willing to listen in the morning. So here we are sitting a a table, with the sun beaming into the room through the window. Even the heavenly seven are here waiting for me to speak.

"I guess I'll start from the beginning. I was born over 2000 years ago, on a beach in Étretat France, to Kien Summer and Celeste Rose. Kien, my father, was the witch who controlled the purple flame, the flame of transmutation and with that flame he won the Forge throne. My mother on the other hand already had her own throne as you know she was the Witches Queen. Our lives where great we had a kind and gentle mother, along side an overprotective father. We lived in harmony until everything changed 700 human years ago, when my father died. Our parents where on a trip and when they came back our mother was different, crazy, and our father was in a casket. We thought that our mothers strange behavior was just grief, but over time it only escalated. She started to be crule towards everyone, snapping at every turn. So my family thought that she might be possessed. They elected Ember to be the one who preformed a exorcism on her."

"But when I tried to, nothing came out. No demon, no spirit , just nothing and for that my mother threw me out quite literally." Ember interrupted.

"But what you don't know is that after you where thrown out our aunt, Mistie our father's sister, desired to confront our mother. She told me to stay away but I had to know. I couldn't hear their conversation but what I saw on Mistie's face could only be described as horror and fear. The next thing I knew Mistie's blood had covered the floor, she had cut her head clean off and teleported away. I remember my mine raising with thoughts.

'Auntie' I thought at the site of my decapitated aunt. My mother had disappeared into thin air but why did she leave this here, it's clear evidence that she murder her. Everyone would kno.....

"I had a feeling this would happen?" I turned to see Xen standing at the door way. Xen has been my friend slash servant ever sence I found him when he was five Wondering  through the woods. He's been by my side for the last 200 years, but sence every mystic ages differently due to the amount of Mana that have, he looked to be older than me atleast in his late 20s. He was born with a seal on his mana so he will age faster than me.

"I did too but I guess I was hoping for a miracle, I should have trusted my visions."

"There's one thing that I don't understand." Xen added in last minute. "Why would she leave the body this is clear evidence of what she did. If the summers found this she would be over thrown." Xen finished

"If.. oh God." Xen words clicked like a puzzle in place. " She's not worried about them finding the body because they're all going to die anyways." I channeled his magic and opened a portal in front of us. Quickly we both ran in, but what waited for use on the other side was horrible. We had arrived just in time two see Uncle Mavis get the same treatment as his wife ,Mistie. I chives X and myself behind a shelf as my mother walked down one of the corridors.

"Kie we need to hurry, and worn the other family members."

"No I don't think she's going for them or she would have teleported away again, but wha..." I stopped talking as my mother can back into the room looking around for something only to run toward the other hallway and that's when I saw it. Under the table staring at me with golden eyes and curly blonde hair, was my little cousin Julius. I could see it in his eyes that he was scared but something more than that shined over it, pure hatred and anger. Julius looked straight at me as he summoned his weapon I shook my head no before he could move, yuh sure the kids had a good 1,000 years to hone his magic, but my mother would slaughter him in an instant. Julius knodded at me as he went deeper understanding table, just as my mother reentered the room.

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