Her Immortal Destiny

Mark

Misty POV

Endora's home was a delightful surprise, far from the dark and foreboding place I had imagined. The air in her house carried a powerful yet gentle aura, putting me at ease. The welcoming atmosphere made me feel foolish for ever believing she was a malevolent immortal bent on destroying the balance.

"Relax," she reassured me with a warm smile, pouring more tea into my cup. "I'm sure you could use a break from my grandson. He is gentle at heart, but can be overbearing."

"Thank you," I replied gratefully, savoring the comforting warmth of the tea.

Endora then spoke, acknowledging our shared gift. "So you have the same gift as me, one that is difficult at times but incredibly helpful once mastered."

"I'm getting used to it," I confessed. "My mother prevented me from using it for a long time."

Endora shook her head disapprovingly. "A power like yours should be allowed to blossom. But you are in the right place now. Fate has tied you to my grandson, and you are now a part of our family. You and Wyatt have a vital future, one I have foreseen. However, some things you see cannot be spoken aloud, as the mere act of speaking them may alter the course of the future."

"I understand," I said, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I know we will face many dangers in our journey, but I also believe we have the potential to save humanity and protect this world."

"I've always wanted to fulfill my destiny," I admitted. "But I must confess, I feel a slight fear knowing how much is resting on our shoulders. I just hope I can prove to be strong and powerful enough to overcome all these challenges."

Endora reassured me, her voice filled with wisdom. "You will discover strength you never knew you possessed. The two of you will stick together, as my grandson needs you just as much as you need him."

"I worry about him, to be honest," I confessed. "I had a vision of him, and I fear what he might do to protect me."

"Love can make one sacrifice much," Endora mused. "I can see how much my grandson treasures you. I haven't seen that spark in his eyes since his mother left. Just remember, visions don't reveal everything at once. Be patient with them, and you may find answers to prevent certain events or change their outcomes.”

"Thank you for the advice," I said to her, gratitude filling my voice as I took another sip of my warm, fragrant tea.

"A good tip is to calm yourself when you would like to look into the future is to focus on someone or a previous vision," Endora explained, her gentle voice carrying a hint of wisdom. "Typically, you can pull yourself into one."

Curiosity sparked within me as I asked, "I was told in my coven that one can get lost in a premonition. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is," she replied, her tone serious. "Although, in order to even be at that risk, you would have had to force yourself into a vision, and that's a very dangerous practice."

Eager to understand further, I inquired, "What exactly do you mean by 'forced'?"

Endora paused, her eyes searching mine. "The use of potions to extend your vision. One would do it to get the full premonition, yet seeing things before your power truly believes you are ready is what makes it dangerous."

"Don't worry, now that you are here, I will help guide you. In no time, you will be a master of your power." She reassured me.

Gratefulness swelled within me as I expressed, "Thank you. I really am looking forward to working with you."

Her eyes twinkled as she suggested, "Now, it looks like you are still full of energy. How about you help me make a special soup? It's full of herbs, very calming, yet delicious. It's Wyatt's favorite. He may act serious outside my home, but I swear whenever he comes to visit, he becomes a child again."

With excitement bubbling inside me, I followed Endora as she led me into a vast greenhouse. Gasping in awe, I took in the sight of vibrant, thriving plants. The air was thick with the earthy scent of soil and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. It was a haven of life and tranquility, a testament to Endora's skill in nurturing nature's beauty.

"I could live in here," I said, my voice echoing softly in the greenhouse. My comment elicited a melodic laughter from Endora, filling the air with joy. She motioned for me to make myself at home, assuring me that I could spend as much time as I desired in this enchanting space.

As we strolled through the greenhouse, I couldn't help but notice the tantalizing aroma of fresh ingredients that Endora was carefully gathering. With each item she picked, she whispered a grateful incantation, expressing her gratitude to the earth. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether I should inquire about the curse. However, Endora sensed my unspoken question and turned to face me, her eyes filled with understanding.

"Ask away," she encouraged, her voice gentle yet resolute. It was evident that she was already aware of the weighty query that burdened my mind.

"The cursed child, when you collaborated with the humans to create it, did you anticipate the troubles it would inevitably bring?" I finally mustered the courage to ask, my voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"No, although I had a premonition linked to what I did, I did not know the curse would end up giving an already powerful species the upper hand as well, nor would I have wanted to create something that would cause any soul suffering. At the time, the humans did need help. Vampires and wolves were attacking, and not just that, they were also making it so humans were caught up in the middle. The humans were desperate for an answer, and although we all knew magic came at a cost, something had to be done.

The hunters still, to this day, help maintain the balance. So in the end, the curse successfully did its job, but a soul now suffers as well. And I'm afraid the child in the future will face such suffering as well. But as I have seen, and I believe you have now as well, that child may also be the answer to restoring peace. Not just because they are the cursed child, but a peace that was needed even prior to the first cursed child.

The leaders of the wolves and the vampires have all been power-hungry and cruel. In order to restore true balance, that needs to change. And I believe the future child will be the one to change that," she explained. My heart hurt for the current child.

"The cursed child now, shouldn't we at least try to save her and keep her safe away from the werewolves?" I said, but Endora shook her head.

"She has a big future role to play as well, one that will help shape the future. Unfortunately, she is meant to have a hard life this time around, and I too wish we could step in. But that may also stop events from occurring that lead us back on track for balance. It is not long now before everything sets in motion, and you and Wyatt play a huge role in that. Although I know much is still confusing to you, follow your premonitions and allow your power to guide you," she said as she finished getting what she needed, and we went inside.

She instructed me step by step on how to make the soup. She did not use any magic to cook, as she said the magic was in the process and time. The entire house started to smell amazing as the soup sat, and then after about an hour, Wyatt joined us, more rested. "It looks like my grandmother put you to work," he said to me. "It was fun," I admitted.

He looked at the pot of cooking soup, the steam rising from its bubbling surface, and took a step forward. But Endora stopped him, her voice gentle yet firm. "Not yet, be patient," she said. Her words hung in the air.

"How about you take Misty for a short walk," she offered, breaking the silence. "When you are back, it should be done." Wyatt extended his arm towards me, and I gladly took it, feeling the warmth of his touch. The darkness outside enveloped us, and I realized that I had lost track of time. But I could sense that the sun would soon be rising, painting the sky in vivid hues.

The long car ride had disoriented me, a slight chill greeted us. It was refreshing, rejuvenating. Wyatt remained silent for some time, his grip on my arm guiding me through the darkness. I couldn't help but wonder if something was amiss.

"Is everything okay?" I finally broke the silence, my voice filled with concern.

Wyatt turned to look at me, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Very much so, sorry. I was just enjoying the fresh air," he admitted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Relief washed over me.

"I hope after some alone time with my grandmother, you now feel more at ease," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

I nodded, my heart filled with gratitude.

"I do. She is nothing like I expected," I confessed, my voice tinged with awe.

As we walked, Wyatt led me to a magnificent willow tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. I couldn't help but be captivated by its beauty. Wyatt's gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Misty, although the threads of fate may be pulling us together, if I asked you to link your soul eternally to mine, would you?" Wyatt's question hung in the air, the weight of his words sinking into my being. I took a moment to process his request, the significance of what he was asking.

"A witch's mark," I whispered, the realization dawning upon me.

They were a rarity, the blood magic performed by both male and female. It felt like a sacred union, unbreakable, akin to a werewolf's mark. Our connection was heightened, our hearts forever entwined.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice filled with longing.

"Yes, I would bind myself to you," I replied, my words filled with conviction. As his lips met mine, a rush of desire surged through me. Unexpectedly, he snapped his fingers, causing my clothes to vanish.

"Don't worry," Wyatt assured me, his voice a gentle murmur against my skin. "I'll keep you warm." He undressed himself, pulling me close, our bodies pressed together. His lips traced a path across my skin, igniting a newfound awareness of our primal nature.

"I can't wait any longer," he confessed, summoning a blade with a wave of his hand. With deliberate precision, he drew it across his palm, then mine. "I love you," he declared, his voice filled with unwavering devotion. "More than anyone else. Today, we unite as eternal partners." Taking my hand in his, we recited the incantation, a surge of power coursing through me, causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips. Pleasure and a hunger for Wyatt consumed me.

As he released my hand, his other hand trailed down my body, fingers gliding against my slick entrance, his lips continuing their exploration. He gently guided me against a nearby tree, providing support. I could feel his arousal teasing me momentarily before he thrust into me, completing the spell in an indescribably delicious manner. As he filled my body, the mark of the witches formed on my wrist, a tingling sensation followed by waves of ecstasy coursing through me with each thrust.

My body trembled under his possessive grip, as if every touch ignited a fire within me. With each deep thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over me, intensifying the sensations coursing through my veins. My moans escaping freely into the air, blending with the rustling leaves of the willow tree that stood witness to our passionate connection.

His every movement was deliberate, his devotion evident in the way he caressed every inch of my being. Every stroke, every kiss, was an artful expression of his desire to make me feel good.

Underneath the willow tree, we shared an intimate bond that transcended the physical realm. It was a love that consumed us both, merging our bodies and souls into a single entity. In his embrace, I felt cherished, desired, and utterly alive. And as we surrendered to the depths of our desires, we created a symphony of love that echoed through the trees, forever etching our union.

I felt my climax, a rush of pleasure flooding through me like a torrential downpour. "You're f*****g perfect," Wyatt whispered, his words mingling with the sound of our heavy breathing. As he released his seed inside me, he held my body tightly against his, creating a comforting embrace that lasted for several minutes. After our passion subsided, he used his magic to effortlessly dress us, his lips meeting mine in a lingering kiss, prolonging this incredible moment.

As we basked in the afterglow, the sky transformed into a breathtaking blend of vibrant colors, signaling the arrival of a new day. I glanced at the matching marks on our wrists, a symbol of our connection, and a smile spread across my face. Overwhelming happiness filled my heart, brimming with love for Wyatt.

"I bet the soup is done," he said mischievously, his smirk evoking a playful laugh from me. "I guess you really do love that soup," I teased him.

"Yes, but it's not just the soup," Wyatt replied, his eyes filled with affection. "I love you and my grandmother, and I know the soup will be extra special because of that. It's our first meal together as eternal partners."

His words melted my heart as he kissed me once again. "Soup isn't typically a traditional breakfast, but nothing about you, Wyatt, is normal. And I adore that about you," I confessed.

Hand in hand, he led me back towards the house. This moment with him was precious, a sanctuary amidst the impending challenges we would soon face. Nurturing our bond and cherishing each other, even in these small moments, felt incredibly important.