Eternal

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Prologue

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9,600 months

41,714 weeks

292,000 days

7,008,000 hours

420,480,000 minutes

2,522,800,000 seconds

2,522,800,001

2,522,800,002

2,522,800,003

2,522,800,004

2,522,800,005

It's not like she cared about it, because the day she was born was just another day in her life and no closer to death.

Permanent death.

Her days seemed to go by slowly for her liking, but there were other days where time would fly, today wasn't one of those days. It was filled with the thoughts of her past, her regretful choices and the things she was proud of, which weren't that many. But she assumed it was how she was supposed to live, not knowing if her pain would finally be taken from her, or if she would find true happiness. She would probably never know. The only thing she did know was that she was alive, she knew nothing would be able to kill her and she knew she would live her life forever. Of course, during her life, there had been some dark times, more like a hundred years worth of dark times, but she got over it, knowing there was nothing that could be done to end her life. So she decided to live.

Even if it was sometimes hard for her to do.

She made her money by selling stones to the humans, ones that gave them a suggestion to do that they want the stone to do, making them believe that it was the stones doing all the work. Charms also did the trick, as well as a few other witches seeking her guidance and wisdom. She never charged the witches, but they insisted on giving her something in return, so she offered a trade, tell them what they wish to know and she picked out the herbs and other ingredients she needed or didn't have and wanted to stock up on. Which came in handy in the long run. There were times where certain items were hard to come by, but she had lots of those items in stock, and other witches would pay a pretty penny for them. It benefited her, knowing that she was actually useful for something other than just living, feeling needed when other witches requested her help, but they never knew that.

They will never know that.

But they will know the name of the witch who has helped the others of her kind and other supernatural creatures when she believed it was worth it. But if it wasn't, they would know she is not one to be trifled with.

Morgan Reign

The Ageless Witch

The names they come up with always caused a chuckle to emit from her, shaking her head slightly, light sigh emitted from her nose as she leaned back against the wall of her bathtub, the suds covering her breasts as she slowly rubbed her arm with a loofa, not feeling the need to rush. The only thing that needed to be done was pick up a few groceries and some items she needed. Morgan's eyes looked up from the bubbles, landing on the wall in front of her as a sudden warmth began to fill her, looking around her bathroom, letting her eyes land on the mirror. A small hum emitted from her, finishing up and standing in the tub, wrapping a towel around her frame as she stepped out. She held her hand out to the medium sized fake tree, feeling the soft scales of her black snake make his way up her arm, allowing her to click her tongue twice. An all black cat followed her out of the bathroom, making its way to her bedroom as Morgan got dressed, letting her hair down in the process.

" . . . Who is here?" Morgan asked as she put her black choker on "show me" closing her eyes

Morgan saw a brief image of an older woman, short curly hair with a kind smile, causing her eyes to snap open, walking out of her bedroom, quickly making her way downstairs without tripping, jumping over the railing and walking to her basement door. It opened as soon as she stepped on front of it, allowing Morgan to walk downstairs, a flame sparking on the wick of the candles as she passed by, lighting her way, the whole room lighting up with many more scattered around on the walls, tables and shelves. She looked at the pentagram that was painted on the center of the floor, walking over to the one of the shelves, grabbing five large stones and placing them in the five corners of the pentagram,

"I call on you" Morgan said softly, placing the last stone in the corner "you may reveal yourself in the home of Reign. You are welcome in this house. Show yourself to me . . Sheila Bennett"

The flames on the candles suddenly grew, only to return back to normal, Morgan looking up, seeing the familiar face that had shown herself, causing her to stand straight,

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Morgan" Sheila said sincerely

"No disturbance at all" she assured "you know that, dear friend"

"I need a favor from you" she replied, causing Morgan to nod slightly "my granddaughter . . "

"Bonnie" Morgan nodded "haven't seen her since she was a baby. Is she fairing well?"

"Yes" Sheila smiled softly "but . . without me there . . I feel she needs guidance"

"Getting into trouble, then?" Morgan asked, amusement shining in her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest

"You have no idea" she chuckled lightly

". . . You know where to send her, Sheila" Morgan said softly "and if I need to know something in return, you will be called" earning a small nod from her

Morgan's gaze shot to the ceiling as she heard the sound of her doorbell, causing a small sigh to emit from her nose, uncrossing her arms and looking at Sheila, giving her a small nod as she turned around and walked up the stairs, the spirit of the Bennett witch fading as the candles went out, the stones putting themselves back in place.