“When Maye was a young witch, her father sent her to us for tempering,
to hone her talents in such a way that might make her fit for leadership. It
was her father’s dream that she would succeed him in the Great Coven, and so we
taught her everything we knew and when she was ready we tried her in the way
that was normal. She excelled at everything we threw at her, until finally we
presented her with the darker arts. It is a witch’s right to know all sides of
the Undivided; we were not to know that Maye would gravitate towards this lore,
and too late we discovered that her ambition was stronger than her morality. When
she left us to take up her father’s mantle, we had done all we could to caution
her against this, but apparently we didn’t do as well as we thought. You must
understand that we trusted our own teaching abilities, perhaps a little
arrogantly, and believed we had ‘fixed’ her. She was the most powerful witch to
be born into our family in generations, it was only right in our minds that her
talents came with a certain superiority.”
“This is all very well,
June,” Alyxa put in gently, “but it doesn’t tell us where she is. Where
is she?”
“Most certainly. What I am trying to say is that despite who
she has become, Maye is our family, she is our blood,” the older woman assured
her, “and like you, Dreamer, she is born from an illustrious line. Did you know
that every witch can be traced back to a deity of old?”
“Of course, it’s common knowledge. I’m Morpheusian...Jessica’s
Cassandrian, which is Helion. It’s how we
define ourselves.”
“Naturally,” June said, “the Darjeeling s come from the Trickster.”
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