The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 161: Flames

The sisters chanted, summoning their deceased sister.

"Ad te, Vetula, te invoco, ad me veni, per Et Virginem y per Et Matrem."

"Ad te, Vetula, te invoco, ad me veni, per Et Virginem y per Et Matrem."

"Ad te, Vetula, te invoco, ad me veni, per Et Virginem y per Et Matrem."

The candles started flickering. They chanted again and the candles blew out.

A glowing figure appeared above the body of The Crone. It took no defined shape, just a glowing humanoid figure stood before them.

Her essence.

It was beautiful and delicate.

"The Crone, we summon your soul before you pass to ask you of your vision before death." The Mother spoke first, giving the spirit a command to tether too.

But The Crone did not speak; instead, she held out her hands and a white flame began to dance in her palms.

In it the flame split into four separate flames, changing color. One white, one black, on blue, and one green. They flickered in her hands.

The two living witches stared at one another in confusion.

Why wasn’t she speaking? What did the flames mean? What did they represent?

They both were asking the same questions when the flames changed.

There was only the black flame now, it was small looking smothered and barely flickering, and then it sparked to life turning blood red and blazing before shrinking back to it’s original color and shape. A second flame appeared this one red, standing next to the black flame.

The black flame faded out leaving only the red. The red flame didn’t flicker, or dance, simply existed in her palm when a small pink one moved into the center. The pink and red started dancing together.

The two witches were puzzled by the meaning of The Crones fiery display.

She continued regardless. The pink and red flame had an additional two lighter red flames.

The flames changed again leaving The blood red flame moving only slightly and grey flames appeared with it. And as the pink flame and two lighter red flames entered the picture the pink one exploded and then disappeared with the two red flames.

It was then they realized The Crone was telling a story with the flames. However, even with this new understanding they were still at a loss for what the story was about. How did The Crone expect them to figure it out?

Almost like she could sense their confusion she stepped back and contemplated how she could explain the story without her words.

She couldn’t come all way back like a usual summoning of a spirit before it entered the wheel. But the goddess Apollo had already claimed her and put her back in the cycle. So only her essence could return. And soon her soul will call it back. Her time was limited.

Then an idea popped in.

The figure tried to change its whole shape. It expanded itself making itself large and a blinding white light turned into a perfect circle.

"The Moon?" The Maiden asked. Her eyes narrow and nose scrunched trying to think.

The figure shrunk back and focused on giving the bottom of her form a skirt and gave the energy around her a twirling look.

"The Moon Goddess?" The Maiden added.

The figure changed back and held out her hand again and showed the four flames, including the white one. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"These flames are the gods?" The Mother asked, catching on to The Crones game of charades.

She changed the shape of the flames again. Using both hands they expanded and more were added. Giving them forms of animals and humans.

The black flame stood next to the red flame in a human form with little grey flame flickers. The white flame flickered next two forms a human and wolves. The blue flame stood next to flames shaped like birds and the green next to large cats like lions.

And then it clicked for them. The gods, the shifters.

It made so much more sense now.

She was showing them her vision, and it was one of the past.

But the pink and grey flames? What did they mean.

The Maiden looked up at The Crones essence with surprise.

"The pink flame is Violet?"

"No, child, it’s Lilith. But you were close. So, this is a history lesson?" The Mother sounded displeased, they had to know about the eyes.

"Be patient, can’t you see we fucked up the spell or something so her whole spirit didn’t come back with her, just her essences." The Maiden snapped at The Mother.

The Mother shot her a glare but let it go cause she was right.

This was just the essence, so her molding ability is limited to basic geomatical shapes. And maybe this was related to the eyes, The Crone knew better than to waste time.

She shut up and The Crone continued once more.

She opened her hands again and all the flames came back but separated this time. The larger black flame flickered in the back where the red flame hovered in the middle of her palm surrounded by grey ones and the other hand the larger white flame stood in the back like the black and the white flame shaped like a person centered itself and was surrounded by the blue birds, green lions, and white wolves.

They all clashed except for the red flame and two white flames. They stayed planted in the center of each hand while the rest battled until they were snuffed out.

And then the white wolf and white flame fought and the red flame. When the red flame was nearly snuffed out the white flame came forth and encaged it. Leaving the three flickering white flame and the black flame on the figures hands.

The white flame absorbed the two fragments and then flickered out. The black flame grew and twisted into the shape of two ovals and exploded before disappearing all together.

The figure stood dropping its hands to their side.

The Maiden and The Mother stood in silence processing what they’d seen.

It was a war. One started by the gods.

They looked up to ask about the black eyes, but the figure started to fade out.

The Crone was being pulled back by the soul. And she couldn’t fight it.

The Maiden and The Mother understood and released The Crone saying goodbye one last time.

The Crone left with a necessary sense of peace, one that would make her next life easier. She wouldn’t feel a burden on her soul.

They understood enough.

The Maiden and The Mother were perplexed by what they’d just seen.

"That’s a lot to process." The Maiden, as usual, spoke first.

"You think she showed us the creation of the shifters?" The Mother asked. Her mind already trying to fit the pieces together.

"Yes, and I think the white flames were the Moonchild and the wolves." The Maiden added and questioned "That means the white flame is Odette?"

"More like her first incarnation. Since Lilith was in the picture" The Mother corrected.

"How do you know the pink flame is Lilith and not Violet?" The Maiden questioned The Mother’s accuracy.

"Because Ash wasn’t born with the soul of a god, the red flame was. So that means whoever is the red frame is Lilith’s husband and the Grandfather to King Asher." The Mother explains.

"Okay, that makes sense, but how come none of us know any of this? Wouldn’t there be records?" The Maiden couldn’t understand why there was no records on this. Their coven was the oldest, they should have information on this.

If this was all true? Then where were the records?

"I don’t know, that doesn’t make sense to me either. Maybe we can do some digging and find something, anything that can give us a clue." The Mother told her.

"What of the falling star? Where are we even going to find one of those? Meteorites are so rare now." The Maiden continued.

"We’ll have to hunt one down." The Mother insisted "How do you think this relates to now? You think its history repeating itself?"

"Yes, I think it is. Down to where the MoonChild is." The Maiden said "It was the shifters who took her, and in the Prophecy, it was said a wolf would find her and protect her."

"I think we need to call our witches back from the front. Arya can stay if she so chooses, she marches to a beat of her own. We can’t knowing contribute to this with the information we have no. After the celebration and The Crone selection we’ll contact Arya with what we know." The Mother needed to end the blood bath if she could. Without the witches, the vampires would be more vulnerable to retaliation attacks during the day, it wouldn’t be a smart move to continue the war effort.

Besides if what the vision and prophecy said was true, then there was no rescuing the princess, only aiding in the final battle.

"So shall it be, Mother."

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