At the centre of the space, just beneath the opening to the sky, stood a weathered granite altar. It was covered in patches of moss and lichen, its surface etched with the passage of centuries. At its heart lay a single, roughly carved rune, glowing faintly with a golden hue, as though imbued with latent magical energy. The girl's eyes lingered on the rune, her mind racing to recall its meaning, but no memory came.
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Catherine startled, snapping her head to the left just in time to see her grandmother, Étincelle, emerging gracefully from the shadows of the trees. Her presence was otherworldly, skin shimmered with a subtle silver shine, as if imbued with an inner light. She looked impossibly young—not a day over twenty—with a mane of white-gold hair cascading past her waist and vivid, almost neon-blue eyes that were both mesmerising and distinctly inhuman. Her long, flowing white gown billowed softly as she moved, revealing a lithe, elegant figure. She walked barefoot, her steps soundless on the forest floor.
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The unknown woman turned abruptly, startled by the commotion, and locked her gaze with the other witch. Her high cheekbones gave her a regal, commanding presence, while her flawless, smooth skin seemed to glow softly under the golden light of the morning sun flowing through the window. A straight, slender nose complemented the perfect symmetry of her face. Her full, shapely lips, with a delicate cupid's bow, were the colour of freshly bloomed roses from the McMahons' front garden.
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Marquess Lauren Whiters
"You're such a bookworm, Raven." – a rough male voice broke the serene stillness of the library, prompting Duke O'Dargan to raise his gaze and frown. Standing in the doorway was a tall, red-haired wizard with a sharp, chiselled face and piercing blue-green eyes that seemed to radiate confidence and determination. Without so much as a knock, the intruder strode in, his tailored three-piece suit of light brown tweed lending him an air of sophistication that was immediately undercut by the mud clinging to his boots.
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Duke Raven O'Dargan
Duke O'Dargan sipped tea from an elaborate Flora Danica cup, his eyes skimming the pages of a weathered book resting on his lap. In his late thirties, he had wavy blond hair that framed his face naturally, giving him a relaxed yet refined appearance. His grey eyes, warm and mischievous at a glance, concealed the sharpness of a proud and calculating mind.
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Living plants adorned the room, their vibrant foliage softening the scholarly ambiance. Some perched in ceramic pots of delicate craftsmanship, while others cascaded in vines from high corners, their blooms infusing the air with subtle floral notes. At the heart of the space, a large desk, strewn with parchments and quills, faced the grand fireplace. Above it, a carved relief depicted a golden keyhole encircled by intricate ornamentation, bearing the inscription, 'Custos Portae.'[1] It was a reminder of the library's sacred purpose—guarding the knowledge and legacy of the O'Dargan family.
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"Circe, save us!" – Thalia exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and revulsion. Catherine followed her horrified gaze to Autumn's left arm. The sleeve of her robe was torn, the fabric soaked. The black-haired witch stared in disbelief at the letters carved into Autumn's skin—large, crude, and bleeding heavily: 'MB.'
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Here she is ;)
Remus looked at his friends with a mix of awe and prickling anxiety. Another flash of lightning lit up the scene, and his eyes darted around, searching for Catherine. He finally recognised the velvety black fur of a panther merging with the night's darkness. The vivid jade green eyes, with slitted pupils, made it clear this was the young witch.
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Something like this ;)
"Why are you so weak?" – the wizard's harsh voice cut through her thoughts.
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The voice startled her. Smooth and captivating, it carried easily over the soft patter of rain. Catherine turned her head toward the sound and froze. Sitting less than a meter away on the lake's shore was a beautiful redheaded girl in a flowing white dress. Her feet were submerged up to her knees in the lake, and she tilted her face upward as if revelling in the rain cascading over her. Strangely, her dress seemed untouched by the water pouring down from the skies, and she radiated an air of otherworldly calm.
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