Marcus Brian, whose body was retrieved, is given an IV of blood to help him recover his missing limbs and parts. As he lay on the bed in a pitiful condition, a beautiful lady of great appearance and shape approached him. She felt pity for him, as she loved him deeply, and it pained her to see him in this predicament.
"Oh, my poor baby," she said in a pitiful tone. "No one suffers quite like you do." Marcus breathed heavily as he looked at her, feeling hopeless and broken.
"Here, let me help," she said, unbuckling his pants and climbing onto him to make love. He exhaled, his emotions mixed with physical pain and desire. "I don't know how much more of this we can take," she continued. "I have to deal with these individuals, telling them what to do in order for mother's plan to be set in motion."
Marcus panted, barely able to speak. "They took everything from mother... They neglected her will, her purpose, and her vision. Despite all she had done for them, they betrayed her," she said. He grunted in agreement. "They think she's weak, and they underestimate her children. They should be worshiping her, trembling at our feet." Marcus grunted again, acknowledging his agreement. "We must put a stop to the first order of supernaturals, like Dracula, for the sake of our mother," she declared.
"Yes!" Marcus whispered. "My love."
"Oh, I fully agree," she said with determination. "Our actions will pave the way for mother's ultimate victory."
"Oh, they will," she said with a deep voice. "When you lead an army of IMPERISHABLES to victory. Mother had foreseen this coming for over thousands of years... not even the children of Michael will know what's coming when the element of surprise hits them. Not even Emma Stone would lead them to victory. Oh yes, you'll have your revenge, my love."
As they both expressed their satisfaction with fervent moans, she disengaged from him and kissed him passionately. She offered him a bit of her blood for his recovery before leaving him to rest.
In the enchanting realm of Pytaminc, Emma delved into her training under the guidance of the witches of light. Fuji, a masterful sorceress, personally mentored her, unraveling the intricate threads of witchcraft.
"Fairy magic possesses nuances distinct from that of witches, despite shared elements you may recognize," Fuji explained. "Our pendants are the key to weaving spells of invisibility and intangibility. You've likely encountered similar concepts during your prior training. However, Emma, you possess an innate mastery—no reliance on external tools is needed; it's already within you."
"Cryokinesis," Fuji declared, "stands as one of the most formidable spells wielded by witches, known to us as the witches' fire. Its power transcends, capable of causing significant destruction and proving deadlier than the fairy's pyrokinesis."
Fuji adeptly demonstrated to Emma the art of summoning and commanding the potent witches' fire seemingly out of thin air. The ethereal dance of frost and flame unfolded under Fuji's guidance.
In addition to mastering such arcane abilities, Fuji imparted enchantments and incantations to Emma during their sessions. Amidst their training sessions, Karl, Grace and Dante would intermittently visit, observing Emma's progress with keen interest, their presence a testament to the camaraderie within the mystical enclave.
Following exhaustive days of training, Emma would retreat to her chamber for well-deserved rest. Within the sisterhood of light, her unwavering dedication to her craft garnered admiration and respect.
During her routine training, Emma felt the persistent gaze of a fellow witch fixed upon her, a daily occurrence that didn't escape Grace's observant eye. After Fuji's guidance concluded, Grace approached Emma, expressing concern about the mysterious sister who seemed captivated by her.
In the customary hour of divination, witches embraced themselves, a symbolic gesture of good fortune. Unexpectedly, the enigmatic witch approached Emma, enveloping her in a hug and whispering cryptic words. Emma, sensing a deeper connection, decided to meet her in secret.
In a secluded rendezvous, Emma discovered the witch cloaked in a red gown with a hood, turning to reveal her identity. The air thickened with anticipation as the mysterious figure unveiled herself to Emma.
"As the prophecy foretold, Emma Stone," intoned Sister Nicki, revealing herself in the shadowy confines. Emma, puzzled, questioned, "Why bring me here?"
Nicki's response carried a weight of sorrow. "Pytaminc has changed, Emma. It's no longer what it used to be. Trust no one, not even me."
Emma, leaning in, demanded answers. "What's happening? You can tell me."
Nicki hesitated, her voice betraying the gravity of her words. "There's a forbidden prophecy, concealed from you. If I disclose it, they'll hunt me down. The chancellor is at the center of it all. The prophecy foretells your failure and the impending doom. But keeping you here is a diversion, a chance to alter destiny."
"Why should I trust you?" Emma questioned, her skepticism palpable. "You could be one of the dark sisters."
Nicki's response echoed with a cautionary tone. "Trust no one, Emma. In time, you'll uncover the truth. This realm is ensnared in magic, sealed by the chancellor's decree. When you discover the truth, you'll realize I'm right."
With those enigmatic words, Nicki departed, leaving Emma in a sea of doubt. In the ensuing two years of intense training, Emma mastered the ways of the witches under Fuji's guidance, emerging prepared for the challenges that awaited her.
"What weighs on your heart, Emma?" Fuji inquired, perceptive to the concerns etched on Emma's face. "Come, walk with me." They strolled through the coven, engaging in a conversation.
As they conversed, Emma's eyes met Nicki's, a silent exchange pregnant with unspoken truths. When Fuji accompanied Emma to her chamber, it left room for the unspoken to linger.
After Fuji's departure, Emma seized a moment to slip away. In the labyrinth of Pytaminc, she unexpectedly encountered Becca Addison, the one who had guided them to this mystical realm. Emma, with a swift and silent move, embraced Becca from behind and led her to a concealed sanctuary.
"Emma!" Becca exclaimed with relief, the weight of the clandestine meeting lingering in the air.
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"There's something you're not telling me, isn't there?" Emma questioned, locking eyes with Becca, who appeared uneasy when the forbidden prophecy was mentioned. As witches of the light passed by, Emma swiftly pulled Becca to a discreet location for a private conversation.
"How did you discover the forbidden prophecy?" Becca inquired, her concern evident.
Emma's suspicion found validation. "I wasn't certain, but you just confirmed it."
Becca, taking Emma to another concealed spot away from prying eyes, spoke cautiously. "I feared this would come too soon. The chancellor knows best, Emma, and we cannot allow you to interfere."
"Interfere? What are you talking about?" Emma demanded. "All I want is to bring peace among the colonies and end the war."
Becca, with a solemn tone, explained further. "True, but there's more to it." She guided Emma to the hall of prophecies, revealing scrolls that foretold crucial events.
"Here, this prophecy speaks of a compass guiding you to the guardian," Becca explained. "And it came true."
Becca continued, unveiling more prophecies. "This one states we would find you. And we did. And this one predicts you'll discover the guardian. You will." The weight of destiny hung in the air as Emma absorbed the revelations.
"The prophecies are never wrong, Emma," Becca emphasized. "Only the sisters of the dark Han are familiar with this prophecy and would do anything within their powers to see that it is fulfilled. As long as you leave this place, you're doomed to fail, and in the end, you'll die, and all will be lost."
"No! I believe in myself, my friends, and those who have faith in me," declared Emma Stone. "I'm going to bring peace between humans and supernaturals. And I need to get out of here!" Emma approached her friends, explaining the gravity of the situation.
"What the bloody hell! I can't believe the witches of the light could do this," exclaimed Dante.
"They need to have faith in you," reassured Karl Carl.
"Emma, we need to leave," urged Grace.
Without wasting any time, Emma and her friends prepared to depart, only to encounter some of the sisters obstructing their path.
"What is this?" Emma demanded. "Let us through, and nobody gets hurt." Just then, a voice echoed from behind.
"Sorry, Emma, but none of you are going anywhere," Fuji declared as she descended the stairs. "What we do, we do out of love. Don't you see? We're trying to protect you."
"From what?" Grace shouted. "All because of a damn prophecy."
"You can't keep us here as prisoners," Karl Carl insisted.
"Let my friends go!" Emma demanded. "They've nothing to do with this."
"I'm sorry, but we can't," Becca responded.
"I trusted you," Emma uttered.
"Yes, I know... And it's for your own good," Becca replied.
Emma attempted to teleport herself and her friends away, but Fuji's repelling spell thwarted her efforts. Meanwhile, on the other side of the coven, Nicki had clandestinely gathered some sisters of the dark Han, working on an enchantment to lift the magical barriers.
Emma and her friends engaged in a non-lethal struggle with the witches of the light. The magical skirmish intensified, with the witches of light gaining the upper hand. However, Emma successfully subdued their chancellor while her friends were held hostage. The escalating demands for their release led to the magical barriers crumbling, causing the entire place to quake like an earthquake.
"What's happening?" Emma urgently asked.
"The barriers have been breached," Fuji replied.
In a sudden turn of events, Nicki appeared with the sisters of the dark Han, accompanied by vampire witches and fairies, launching an attack on the coven. With Emma's friends released, a fierce battle unfolded between the witches of light and the sisters of the dark Han.
"Why are you doing this?" Emma demanded of Nicki.
"To fulfill your destiny... It's Mother's wish. Restoration requires destruction," explained Nicki before being blasted aside by Fuji.
"Emma, you need to leave now!" Fuji urgently yelled.
"The sisters are already on their way to Wicca Sabbat to get the chosen one. Soon, Mother's will will be met," warned Nicki. Despite Emma's desire to assist Fuji, she and her friends were abruptly teleported out of Pytaminc coven by Fuji.
"Forgive me, Emma," Fuji pleaded. "We shouldn't have hidden anything from you."
"No!" Emma yelled, finding herself and her friends in an unknown location, grappling with the unfolding revelations.
In the fierce clash, Fuji and the Witches of Light waged an intense battle against the Sisters of the Dark Han. Nicki, turning against Fuji, strategically overpowered her with the aid of her minions—the vampire witches and fairies—successfully bringing down the formidable adversary.
Tragically, Nicki met her demise at the hands of Becca Addison, along with the rest of Nick's allies, turning the coven into a scene of bloodshed and chaos. As the lifeless body of the chancellor lay before them, a new leader had to emerge, and the coven solemnly knelt before Becca Addison, who shared a profound connection with the fallen Fuji.
A poignant memorial burial unfolded, paying homage to the fallen, particularly the departed chancellor. Witches filled the air with haunting melodies in their ancient tongue, engaging in solemn rituals that echoed their grief and respect. Amidst the mourning, a raven was dispatched to deliver a crucial message to Wicca Sabbat.
In the aftermath, Peggy Lance, embarking on her initiation trials, encountered her great-grandmother, Sarah Lance. The reunion sparked joy in the midst of the trials, which proved grueling for Peggy. Confronted with visions spanning five hundred years of war, she communed with the ghost of Sarah Lance. In this ethereal exchange, Sarah imparted wisdom, empowerment, and the hidden secrets essential for triumph in the impending conflict.
"In other for peace to reign," declared Sarah Lance, her words cutting through the air like a chilling prophecy, "Emma Stone must die." A ghastly transformation ensued as Sarah morphed into a horrifying creature, engulfing Peggy in its dark grasp. Voices surrounded her from every angle as she sprinted towards the edge of the abyss, initially unable to escape the relentless whispers echoing, "you're not strong enough... You're not the chosen one."
Summoning her inner strength and wielding magic, Peggy defied the shadows, breaking free from the suffocating darkness. Emerging into a breathtaking scene, she found herself in a mesmerizing garden. Layers of wonders unfolded around her—a majestic tree stood at the garden's heart, ravens gracefully hovering above, smooth grasses swaying in the gentle breeze, and butterflies dancing in the skies while birds melodiously chirped.
As Peggy marveled at the ethereal beauty, she noticed a serene river, and near its banks stood a captivating young lady adorned in pure white. Struck by curiosity, Peggy approached the enigmatic figure, becoming aware of her own vulnerability as she discovered herself standing naked in this enchanting realm. The beautiful garden continued to reveal its secrets, inviting Peggy to explore its mysteries further.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she exclaimed, her gentle voice accompanying a tender pat on a rabbit. Turning to Peggy, she met her gaze, allowing Peggy to glimpse her own reflection in those mysterious eyes.
"Who're you?" Peggy questioned, uncertainty lacing her words. "What is this place?"
A cryptic smile played on the young lady's lips as she responded, "Am you, Peggy! Am everything you've always wanted to be... This is nothing but a mere trance."
With a serene smile, the young lady handed Peggy a pristine white rose, radiating an ethereal beauty. Peggy accepted it, only to witness a jarring transformation as the rose turned crimson, blood oozing from its delicate petals, before succumbing to darkness and crumbling into ash. Despair washed over Peggy, amplified by the young lady's eyes turning pitch black as she spoke in a deep, horrifying voice, "Soon, Peggy Lance, this will be the last of your kind."
As the once enchanting garden began to crumble, Peggy found herself being pulled aside by an unforeseen presence. Looking up in distress, she discovered her real great-grandmother, Sarah Lance, standing alongside other spectral ancestors. Their intervention became Peggy's salvation, offering a glimpse into the intricate tapestry of her lineage as the surreal realm unraveled around them.
"We're always with you, my love!" Sarah Lance whispered with a tender kiss to Peggy's forehead, a radiant glow enveloping her as they all faded into the light.
Having completed all the trials of initiation, doubt lingered among the councils, with many skeptical of Peggy's survival. However, Dorothy stood unwavering in her faith. Peggy emerged triumphantly, leaving the council members astonished by the transformation that had taken place. Peggy Lance's altered appearance captivated the entire council, and Dorothy beamed with pride at her remarkable achievement.