Wicked Witches of the West'

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Back at Grey mansion, Cora was sat contently on her expensive suade couch while sipping from a glass of red wine with a cigarette placed perfectly between her middle and index finger in her other free hand.

She sat quietly staring into nothingness, awaiting the one phone call that would help her put this entire situation to rest.

It has gone on far too long, she thought to herself while pulling in a deep breath from her cigar.

Before even realizing, her phone placed perfectly on the arm rest of her chair was ringing, reading the name of none other than her one and only beloved daughter, Alora. Swiftly putting out the basically done cigarette she inhaled deeply before pressing the 'answer'
button in bright green.

"I'm here." Was all that was spoken from the other side of the phone which was mire than enough to make Cora's heart flutter in utter happiness.

"Great, I will be right down. The code to the gate is—"

Before getting the chance to finish Alora cut her off.

"My birthday. Yes, I remember Mom. I'm already pulling in." Was all she stated before the phone call ended leaving Cora to herself for only less than a few more minutes to get herself mentally prepared for what was about to take place.

Breathing in steadily, she downed whatever was left of her red wine and patted down her plaid dress while making her way to the front entrance of her home.

It had been seven years since seeing her daughter and nothing was ever left quite right between them in her departing from not only her, but the Nasca coven as a whole.

And though it brought shame towards Cornelius, not just as a mother, but as one of the most powerful witches in the coven, she didn't let that effect her. She could tell the members lost some inch of respect for her the day Alora picked up and left, however those same members would be dead wrong to think of her of any less than if it really came down to it, and they knew it, too.

Hearing the sound of tires screeching, she knew it was time and hadn't wasted another moment before opening the grand doors to reveal herself.

There she stood, the same piercing blue eyes like the day she was born. Alora's long body made her way slowly out of the vehicle with her bags from the trunk almost in shock of the sight she had before her.

The two's eyes hadnt left eachother and the bags that were once laced between her fingers weren't there anymore. But on the pavement as she slammed the trubk door harder than realized.

"Mom."

"Alora."

A faint smile appeared on Cora's face and not long after, Alora followed suit subconsciously.

Without even knowing, their legs had grown minds of their own and closed the distance between the two with a warm embrace that had felt exactly like the years worth of pent up love from the thousands of miles apart that had separated them them throughout those years.

It was bittersweet.

"My love." Cora's breathed into her daughter's hair, letting her hand rub circles in her back while taking in everything from the way she smelled to the way she had grown into such beautiful young lady.

As the long hug finally broke, immediately it felt awkward.

The two were never the type to show affection, primarily because of their relationship and how they never got along. But in that very moment, those years apart had some sort of ripple effect and made it feel the exact opposite.

As they stood in deafening silence, Alora cleared in throat as she looked down swinging around her car keys in her fingers before speaking.

"Where is uh.. where is Noren?" Breaking the ice she could tell something was wrong immediately when Cornelius had broken eye contact and stared away guiltily.

Cora hadn't been entirely hones about Noren's whereabouts and insisted to herself she'd keep it quiet for this to go the way she wanted.

"Let's get you inside. Tea?" Was all that Cora said before picking up one of Alora's bags and strutting up the large steps into the house.

Alora didn't bother objecting but instead followed behind aimlessly with an annoyed grunt due to the lack of communication from her mother which was something that clearly didn't change after all these years.

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As Noren could feel the night sky creeping up on him, he blew into his tiny hands before rubbing them together to create some form of friction for warmth.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do and nothing was going to stop him.

The apex of the full moon was going to approach any minute and with that, he used this night as an extra source of power to draw from to do the locater spell on his so called family.

He knew that there was a high possibility that they had done a cloaking spell so he was going to need extra help.

With this, he began preparing everything on the pavement floor, layong out a sheet of old paper swiftly cutting into his hand for blood before letting it drip into a tiny glass. After this, he let his hands feel the ground beneath him to get a better sense of the energy and environment as a whole. He could feel everything, the cemetery that no doubt in his mind had a coven of witches buried was speaking to him.

Not in a literal sense.

But the magic, he felt it coursing through his tiny body and the minute he had felt that feeling being magnified by a thousand, he knew the moon had finally reached it's apex.

His index finger traced the old rusted pages of his family grimoire to make sure it was the right locater spell he intended on using for this case specifically before beginning to chant and his poured his small vile of blood onto the paper below him.

"Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem." He chanted firmly, repeating the same words as his grimoire told him to.

He knew something was blocking him, and he knew for certain it was a cloaking spell.

The more he pushed and the more he chanted it became much easier. He almost felt a breakthrough, until suddenly a vision struck him like lightning in a storm and felt blinded for was felt like a few minutes but really was a few short seconds.

"Agh, no!" He cried out in pain as he clutched his head.

It was woman he saw, she had blonde hair like him and she had a horrified expression plastered on her porcerlain face. And her nose, bleeding. She looked fimilar and Noren could only assume it was the same lady who was at the compound from yesterday.

He could feel her pushing back and the longer this fit lasted he could have sworn he heard faint voices in the back. It sounded familiar as well, it sounded like the man in the suit from yesterday who was fighting Marcel.

"Whats wrong?!"

"Hey, listen to me Frey-"

Noren refused to let whatever she was trying to do fail his plan. His mind barrier continued to push harder and harder. And the longer he chanted the same words encrypted on his family grimoire along with the channeling of the full moon and the magic that was encased beneath his palm that was basically glued to rhe ground he felt powerful.

But he also felt weak.

Though, it didn't matter because finally after what felt to him like a blur of an extreme effort in terms of power he finally felt it break through. And from what he could tell, he knew exactly where to find what he was looking for.

But till then, everything for Noren had gone black along with the blood that dripped tirelessly from beneath his nose, staining his clothing.

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a/n: (unedited)

The last part will make sense later on maybe, i only said that cuz it fit with him blacking out and i just wanted to mention his nose was bleeding but i had no other way of saying it lol.