"Martin!" Dylan shouted, running toward his friend. "Tardius," he said just before Martin settled on the concrete floor.

Martin slowly landed on the ground, the statue slipped from his hand, and the crushing sound echoed throughout the bunker. Dylan looked at Martin's eyes, they shined bright blue, but a few moments passed and Martin's eyes closed. Dylan moved closer to Martin and observed his friend.

"We could've easily avoided this," Dylan said, shifting his sight to Kennedy.

"I told him not to touch anything," Kennedy said, flipping ledger pages.

"You brought him to a bunker, stuffed with weird stuff, of course, he's going to touch something," Dylan pointed out, squatting near Martin. "I told you we need to tell him everything before coming here," he added, examining Martin.

"Well, he will be out for at least three hours," Kennedy said, reading the ledger. "In the meantime, we need to find the box."

"And talk," Dylan said, standing up. "I'm honestly having a major Deja Vu," he added, walking toward the shelves.

"We have been here so many times, it's probably that," Kennedy said, closing the notebook.

"I don't think it is," Dylan replied. "Obliviscatur rewires the memory, they theorized it that after the spell is broken: a person remembers things which are most important to them, but not fully everything. So we probably still don't remember a lot."

"Dylan," Kennedy whined.

"For once in your life, just listen to what is actually important," Dylan said. "I know you have never been too interested in history, but it's important," he added, walking along the shelves. "And if we are going against Helena, we all need to know as much as we possibly can."

"It's not that I'm not interested, but I'm different from all of you," Kennedy explained, picking another ledger. "I had no one to teach me this stuff," she added. "So I just learned what you guys told me," she said, flipping the pages of the notebook.

Kennedy's heritage had never been clear. The Blake family adopted Kennedy at birth, and her biological parents were unknown. And her adopted family wasn't aware of the coven's existence in Anchorage or that their daughter possessed magical powers.

They formed the Coven out of a few families, and all their children would be a part of the coven as soon as they were born. In a few situations, the coven accepted outsiders as well. That was how Kennedy became a part of the Coven, soon after discovering her powers.

The Herondale family led the Coven for generations. A firstborn in the Herondale family would be the most powerful witch, being able to connect with all four elements at once. And on their twentieth birthday, they would become the head of the coven.

As the Herondale family history said, they held power in a magical and non-magical world. In the modern times, Herondales were politicians, lawyers, and judges. They were thought to seek a powerful position and for years groomed to become the next head of the coven.

The majority of witches could connect to one out of the four elements: earth, water, fire, or air, and draw power from them. Since the coven leaders could connect to all four, they appeared unstoppable. On rare occasions like Dylan some witches could connect to two elements, from a young age he felt connected to air and earth, making him a desirable addition to any Coven.

There were many legends about the coven and its leaders. One of them said that three hundred years ago a younger brother killed his older brother and obtained his brother's powers. The legend always seemed like tabu among the coven, since it tainted the good name of one of the influential coven leaders.

The legend had always fascinated the current coven leader and the town mayor Helena Herondale, and she used her obsession to her own advantage. She was born second, just a year younger than her brother Hayden. He felt a lack of motivation and interest in becoming the head of the coven.

But Helena thrived on power. Unfortunately, she lacked magical abilities, being able to connect to the weakest element-fire, her powers remained fragile. Therefore, she tested the legend's certainty ten years ago. Killing her brother and using the Obliviscatur spell to remove any potential witnesses to her act.

Hayden Herondale had been missing for the last ten years, presumed dead by his family. Considering Helena obtained his power and secured her place as the head of the coven, it seemed strange her family never questioned how exactly she obtained her brother's powers.

Dylan walked around in the bunker still feeling strong Deja Vu. He scanned all the bookshelves while Kennedy continued to search the placement of Resurrectionis arca. The bunker stored all the magical items the coven had, and they logged each item to the ledgers. The registry had the name of the magical item, the item's purpose, and its placement in the bunker.

A golden dagger encrusted with Saffire lay on the display as Dylan reached another shelf. He stopped and stared at the item. The dagger shined and seemed clean. The last time he saw this blade, it was covered in Hayden's blood. Dylan gulped upon the memory and walked further. He was about to give up on finding the box without the ledger information when he saw the golden chest.

He halted and stared at the item. So many times he wished to use Galeati resurrectionem to bring back his parents. As a teen, Dylan spent years researching the item, trying to find loopholes and bring his parents back. But unfortunately, all the magical items had their flaws. They could use the crown on a person who died because of magic. Considering Dylan's parents died in a car accident and not in a magic-related way, the crown couldn't resurrect them.

"Found it," Dylan said, leaning over the shelf.

"Bring it here," Kennedy replied, closing the ledger.

Kennedy cleared the table and made space for the chest, while Dylan carried the box closer to the table. Kennedy's drawing seemed nothing, compared to the real item. The golden chest glimmered as Dylan placed it on the redwood table. Kennedy had seen the chest just once before, and she realized her drawing of it was inaccurate. The box had Sapphire stones on the sides and a three-dimensional flower on the top.

"Are we sure it's Resurrectionis arca?" Kennedy asked, feeling confused by its looks.

"Trust me, this is it," Dylan said. "I had my share of knowledge of it," he added, lifting his eyebrow.

"Let's open it to make sure," Kennedy suggested, caressing the top of the box.

"When he wakes up," Dylan said, motioning toward Martin.

"It will take a while for him to wake up," Kennedy said.

Galeati resurrectionem was one of the most valuable magical objects in the world. The only one of its kind. Therefore decades ago the coven made a box that would protect the item. Only coven members knew how to open the box and what the chest had inside it.

Most of the covens had peace and even alliances between themselves. But there were those who stayed unaligned. And would steal rare magical items from other covens. Truth to be told, that was how the Herondale family obtained the crown in the first place. They bought the item on the black market, from non-magical thieves.

Fifty years ago, a game between three Herondale siblings killed one of them. They all were just kids and on the verge of discovering their magic. And that led to John Herondale's death, they resurrected him soon after the incident. And he later led the coven for years until his son went missing and he gave the coven leader role to his daughter Helena.

"I get that you are eager to open it, but let's wait until he wakes up, we need his blood anyway," Dylan explained.

"Or we can, you know, poke his finger and open the box," Kennedy suggested, Dylan lifted his eyebrow. "Oh, come on, you have been obsessed with the crown for years and saw just this box, I'm sure you want to actually see Galeati resurrectionem."

Dylan hesitated for a moment. "Fine," he agreed. "But you will explain to Martin the bloody finger."

Kennedy nodded and traveled toward Martin, carrying the box as well. Three witches created and sealed the Resurrectionis arca soon after the coven used Galeati resurrectionem on John Herondale. To unseal the box, they needed three witches. More specifically, the blood of three witches.

Kennedy looked around and found a small knife on the shelf, the item wasn't gold nor did it have any Saffire's in it. Which meant the item had either a small magical value or it wasn't even related to magic in any way. She squatted near Martin, placing the box near his hand.

"Well," Kennedy said, glancing at Dylan.

He stepped closer and kneeled on his right knee. Dylan took the knife from Kennedy and made a slight cut on his index finger. He soon gave the knife back to Kennedy. She hesitated for a moment, holding a knife in one of her hands and Martin's palm in the other. She had always been squeamish around blood, but seeing that this act was unavoidable, she poked Martin's finger with the knife.

Martin didn't even flinch, Kennedy soon did the same to her own finger. She glanced at Dylan and nodded. Dylan put his bloody finger on one petal on the top of the box. Kennedy did the same with her finger and lastly, she put Martin's finger on the remaining unoccupied petal.

Soon the box heated and started to burn Kennedy's finger. She looked at Dylan's face. His eyebrows held in a furrow.

"We need to wait," Kennedy said in fear Dylan might remove his finger.

"I know," Dylan replied, wincing.

A few moments passed, and with a hushed click, the box grew cold. Kennedy removed her finger and Martin's hand from the box. She panted, still feeling a burn on her finger. Dylan grabbed the box and traveled to the table.

"Wait for me," Kennedy said, standing up.

She rushed back to the table as Dylan lifted the lid of the box. The Galeati resurrectionem shined in gold. It looked like a small crow. Such a humble ring-type object held enormous power.

"I wonder what Hayden will say first," Dylan said as they looked at the open chest.

"Probably 'what the hell," Kennedy replied with a laugh. "We will have to be fast," she added in a serious tone. "We will resurrect him and go to hide until he gets his strength back."

"Not sure if Martin will agree," Dylan said, looking to his left at Martin's body.

"I have a plan for that," Kennedy mumbled, glaring at the crown.

"What plan?" Dylan asked, shifting his eyesight to her.

"Later," Kennedy said, motioning to Martin with her chin.