"You took out his heart?" Eleanor barked in anger.
Her sister had done it this time.
She had finally crossed the line, and there was no going back, no matter what.
"Please." Marie rolled her eyes with laughter. "It’s not like I killed anyone."
Then she stopped, and she smiled before saying. "Whoops. I always do that. How could I forget?"
And she burst out laughing.
Eleanor and Marie had been born as special witches centuries ago.
They were wolves, but their main line was witches, and it was their job to assist the wolves.
And be good and kind; work with them.
They had grown up with a sect of coven witches and gone about their usual duties with other witches.
Eleanor was the elder, and Marie was the younger.
Eleanor was the one with the wild streak, and Marie had been the kind and calm one.
Things went wrong when Eleanor went to work once and fell in love with a man.
He had wanted her, and she, in turn, had wanted him.
It was forbidden for a wolf witch to become intimate with a natural wolf.
But Eleanor was determined.
She had given up her life as a witch and been more than intimate with the wolf; she had also carried a child for him.!
On hearing about this, the elders banished Eleanor from their coven and turned their backs on her, taking away her powers.
She had moved back to the regular world and lived with the man and her child.
But tragedy struck, and she had lost both of them.
It was a loss that had cost her.
Her younger sister, Marie, had grown to hate her for abandoning her and her other siblings for a wolf. When Marie came to the regular world, she used dark magic, and its powers covered her eyes with greed.
They were both cast away.
When Eleanor found her sister, she begged her to return to the coven since she could still live, but Marie dabbled in black arts and could no longer return home.
"Why did you take out his heart?" Eleanor asked.
She was so hurt beyond words that the young boy she had raised had turned his back on her.
Eleanor felt her heartache. "And I’m so sorry. I’ve apologized many times without a number. I will do anything to take back leaving home."
Marie bit her lip. "There is no need to cry over spilled milk. What is done is done. The coven would never take me back, and I’m stuck here."
"You’ve done more than enough harm." Eleanor said. "And I’ve let you go on for too long."
Marie rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, sister, there is nothing anyone can do to stop me."
"I can stop you," Eleanor said.
"We’re immortal. No one can stop us." Marie said. "It’s just a waste of time. Only dark magic can stop me, and you won’t even be able to do it. You’re too much of a coward."
"Give him back his heart." Eleanor said.
"It was a spell. Dark magic. You and all people should know that nothing can be done to
It." Marie responded. "Once it’s done, it’s sealed."
"There is always something that can break it," Eleanor said.
"Well, there is one." Marie said. "He can only ever retrieve his heart if a child of love is borne to him.
"Child of love?" Eleanor laughed. "That is reay like saying the coven would ever accept me back. How Can a man who cannot have a child have a child borne out of love when he can never fall in love? You made sure of that when you made that curse. It is ridiculous and impossible."
"Well, that is the only way." Marie said. "Until then, he is faced with his predicament. And I believe it’s permanent.
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