"Ah Demetri, you've returned." Aro greets with his usual grin. "All is well with Lucinda I assume?"

Demetri didn't verbally reply instead he removes his leather glove and offers his pasty olive hand to his master. 

Intrigued Aro sped towards his tracker an array of expressions crossing his face as he read Demetri's mind. Once he finished Demetri replaced his glove and fell into rank beside Felix. 

"Interesting," Aro mused his eyes ficked on the tracker. "Keep her safe, I want to know everything there is to know about Carina Black." His cloak billowed behind him as he ascended to his throne. 

"Brother?" Caius raised a brow wanting to know what was going on in his head.

"There seems to be rising tension in the Wiccan community. How they've managed to keep it under-wraps for fifteen years is impressive." Aro mused. 

"It is not our fight, we have an alliance with their kind. An uneasy one but we will not be the ones to break it." Marcus speaks up.

"Jane, Alec, the decision is yours. These are your people." Aro said simply. 

"They abandoned us," the female sneered as her brother placed a calming hand on her arm. Alec knew she wasn't referring to just the pair of them.  

"What's so special about her?" Caius barely moved as he spoke.

"She's has the potential to be the most powerful witch in existence, but currently is neither light nor dark."

"They'll just fight over her. Kill her and be done with it." Jane shrugged looking to her brother who wore a confused expression. 

"She wouldn't want that?"

"She died over a millennia ago Alec, times have changed."

"You know what it's like to be grey, sister." He protested, "she should at least have a chance, and if their fighting gets out of hand I'll kill her myself."

*****

"Tell me everything." Carina demanded of her only friend.

"My family are witches," Abigail began as Carina stared at her in disbelief.  

"Witches aren't real." She denies as her best friend snorts at her.

"Seriously. You met my aunt shes as creepy and witch-like as you can get. You have the same recurring dream every night about being burned at the stake, what more do you want?"

"I don't know, cauldrons, cats and flying brooms." the small brunette waved her arms dramatically.

"Ugh don't lump us with those stereotypes." Abby groaned. "There's some similarities, yes, but we are not like that."

"I still-"

"You want proof?" Abby raises a brow and smirks as she rises to her feet latching onto Carina's arm and forcefully dragged the girl from the room.

"Where are you taking me?" Carina struggles a little with no effect on the taller girl.

Abby doesn't reply, slowing her pace as they reached a secluded but magnificent greenhouse. All manor of plant life surrounded them in an almost warming embrace. Carina's jaw dropped at the lush green plants, some flowering with vibrant hues. The place gave off an otherworldly feeling.

 "This is my Grandmother's garden." Abby explains releasing her friend to take a seat on the deep green grass.  

She crosses her legs and glances up at her friend that was still staring slack-jawed at the surroundings. "Can you feel it?" The blonde questioned quietly as she ran her fingertips over the blades. 

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Everything in this room, was grown under the influence of magic." Abby explains as she waves her hand over a nearby rose bush causing the flowers to bloom before their eyes. "This is my talent, I inherited it."

Carina shakily took a seat her eyes wide in shock. 

"It's a lot to take in, I know, my reaction was the same when I found out."

"How did you find out?"

"I had a pot plant one day, and a tree in my bedroom the next. It was quite amusing actually." Her blue eyes scanned her friends face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"I never would have believed you anyway." Carina shrugged.

"There are two sides to our species, light and dark," Abby explains, "but dark doesn't necessarily mean evil, and light doesn't mean good."

"Okay," Carina replies slowly confused as to why she was being told that.

"I'm light, just the way I was born I guess," Abby's hand glows warmly as she touches a withering plant, giving it life again. "My abilities tend towards the  living things. Mother and Grandmother are light witches as well."

"Let me guess, Lucinda is Dark." Carina remarks sarcastically. 

Abby nods, "so is father, it's why Grandmother doesn't like him."

"Your Dad's a witch?"

"I believe the preferred term is Warlock."

"Wow, your parent's are like a real life Romeo and Juliet," Carina gushes and Abby laughs. 

"They don't hate each other, sure there's tension between the light and dark, but we're all still witches. Can't really help the type of magic you pull towards."

"But he-"

"Dark witches, or in this case Warlocks, tend to have very short fuses and tend to practice magic that cause destruction. Fire is the most common power, but it all really just depends on how you use it. I could grow a vine to strangle someone, and still, at the end of the day, be a light witch."

"Wow."

"We have our differences but we can all sense power." Abby looked Carina dead in the eye. "With you it's a low hum of magic that just radiates at all times, but very time you have a nightmare it kind of explodes."

"You're saying, you think I'm a witch."

"I don't think you're a witch Carina, I know you're a witch."