Her Immortal Destiny

Gifts

Misty POV

3 days later

Wyatt remained by my side almost all the time, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. I could see the worry etched on his face, his eyes filled with concern as my premonitions of trouble weighed heavily on him. For the past three days, he had been tirelessly helping me hone my spell casting and attack magic, preparing me for the impending danger. And during the nights, we would lose ourselves in each other, our bodies entwined, creating a blissful addiction that consumed me.

Through various sources, we had gathered information about werewolves and witches gathering near the werewolf king's estate. It was a clear indication that my vision was about to come true. But I felt ready. Wyatt and Endora had been instrumental in my growth, guiding me to discover my true potential. I was determined to prove to my coven, my mother, that I was more than just a vessel for stolen power.

I stood up from the bed, gently pulling my arm out of Wyatt’s grasp. As we prepared to face another day, I could feel the warmth of his hand brushing against my skin, trying to hold me back. He stood up and positioned himself behind me.

"Stay like this today," he whispered against me

"I promised Endora I would spend the morning with her," I said to him, feeling his arms tighten around me. His pouty face, filled with playful innocence, made my heart melt.

"You're like a child," I teased. His touch sent tingles throughout my body, making me feel safe and loved.

"I'm no child," he declared, his lips brushing against my neck in a tender kiss. Time seemed to stand still as he held me, his touch speaking volumes of unspoken emotions.

But then, he paused. A wave of curiosity washed over me.

"Misty, have you ever considered having a child?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and longing.

"No, not that I don't want a family. It's just never really been a possibility," I explained, rambling on in a nervous flurry. "Our covens decide who can bear immortal children, and as you know, it's not easy for us to get pregnant. Our kind isn't meant for large numbers, so only a few are granted the ability to bear a child."

His eyes locked onto mine as he turned me in his arms. "I want a child with you, Misty. I want to break free from the life we were raised in. We'll protect the cursed child and fulfill our duty, but let's do it our way. Let's have a future and a life that we truly desire."

His words struck a chord deep within me. I turned to face him, my throat tightening with emotions. The thought of starting a family with him seemed like an impossible dream, but one I yearned for.

"I can't bear children," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I thought maybe you already sensed that through your magic."

"I am well aware, Misty," he reassured me. "The spell your mother cast on you to block premonitions came at a price. You will never carry a child within you. But one doesn't need to give birth to become a parent."

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words touched my soul. Wyatt was truly extraordinary, always knowing the right thing to say.

"I have a feeling that a child is waiting for us in the future, one that was meant to be ours. And we will find our way to each other," he said softly.

A mixture of hope and sadness filled my heart. "I want that with you. I want a future where we can be parents and live life on our terms," I confessed.

"Then, Misty, we fight not only to maintain balance but for our future and happiness. When we face this danger, remember to look forward to the future we'll share together," he said, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss.

The two of us spent a few more moments in each other's company before getting ready for the day. The aroma of freshly baked danishes wafted through the air, mingling with the rich scent of coffee as we entered the kitchen. The table before us was adorned with a delectable spread, tempting us with its mouthwatering display. "You spoil us," I remarked gratefully to Endora.

Her eyes sparkled with hospitality as she replied, "I am happy to have some company here, plus you and Wyatt have been working hard." I settled into my seat, reaching for a cherry danish. The first bite was a revelation, the flaky pastry melting in my mouth. It was a testament to Endora's culinary prowess, and I couldn't help but compliment her. "Thank you," I said sincerely, taking a sip of the fragrant coffee that warmed my senses.

Endora's friendly smile conveyed her genuine pleasure in our presence

"Wyatt, I need you to track two of our coven members. I have been unable to, but as you know, my powers are not what they used to be. They were getting close to the werewolf king's land, and then I lost track of them." Endora instructed him.

Wyatt nodded, understanding his task, and Endora added, "Misty, you and I will have some Wyatt-free time." Her gaze lingered on Wyatt, a small smirk playing on her lips, causing me to chuckle.

Wyatt, slightly embarrassed, averted his gaze and swiftly excused himself. "I'll get to the tracking," he said, his departure punctuating the moment. Left alone with Endora, she turned to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of warmth and concern. "That boy is really in love with you. I am happy to see him happy, as well as you. Make sure you hold onto that happiness with what is about to come," she advised, her words laden with a sense of foreboding.

Finishing my meal, Endora invited me to a room filled with her possessions, a space dedicated to potion-making and mementos collected throughout her lifetime. Closing the door behind us, she chanted a familiar spell, ensuring our privacy. The enchantment whispered through the air, shielding our conversation from prying ears. It was evident that Endora had something important to share, something she didn't want Wyatt to know.

Endora's piercing gaze met mine, her eyes filled with wisdom and concern. "You are going to survive, Misty," she said, her voice laced with certainty. The faint scent of incense wafted through the air. "I know well the future you may have seen in some of your premonitions," she continued, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Based on the way Wyatt has been acting these past few days, he gets clingy when he is worried. He did it as a child with his mother as well before she left."

The word "left" escaped my lips in a hushed whisper, a mix of hope and curiosity intertwining. "That means she is alive then," I said, trying not to pry too much, but unable to suppress my longing for Wyatt to find his mother. The room felt heavy with unspoken secrets, a tension that hung in the air.

"I am afraid that is something I cannot discuss," Endora replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Her circumstances play a role in the future." I nodded, understanding the delicate balance at play.

"I can say this," Endora continued, breaking the silence. "My daughter had the gift of premonitions as well, though not as strong as yours. But she saw her future and had to make some hard choices, like walking away from Wyatt." The room seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the weight of those words to settle. "My daughter loved Wyatt with all her heart," Endora confessed. "She may have had a child because she was chosen to birth an immortal child, but she also did so because she wanted to be a mother."

A soft sigh escaped my lips, a mixture of admiration and understanding. "I was a lot stricter and followed the rules all our kind lived by," Endora continued. "But my daughter helped me change and realize that we need to enjoy our lives, find happiness. Without knowing love and happiness, how are we supposed to keep a balance between the good and the bad? We must embrace our purpose and savor our existence."

I nodded, a newfound appreciation for the complexities of life and the power of love. "Wyatt was lucky to have such a loving mother," I admitted, my voice filled with gratitude. "He has shown me a life I never knew possible, allowed me to feel emotions I never thought I would."

Endora's eyes softened, a mix of sadness and determination. "That is why you have to survive for him, Misty," she said earnestly. "If he loses you, he is going to lose himself, and I fear to something much worse than death."

My heart sank at her words, the weight of responsibility settling upon me. "You mean to the dark ones," I said, my voice shaky.

Endora nodded, her expression grave. "My grandson thinks he is strong enough to handle the punishment for dealing with dark magic," she warned. "But both you and I know he is walking on a very thin line right now. He will do anything and everything he can to protect those he loves."

"He promised me he would not use dark magic to help me," I said, a mix of hope and uncertainty tugging at my words. Endora's gaze held mine, her eyes filled with understanding. "Do you believe him?" she asked gently.

I sighed, a mixture of conflicting emotions swirling within me. "I want to," I admitted, my voice tinged with doubt. "But I have a feeling that if he is desperate enough, he still will."

Endora's expression turned grave, her furrowed brow casting a shadow over her face. "I fear the same thing," she said, her voice filled with concern. "I am sure you can already sense it. Since the power to see the future also gifts you with the ability to sense impending events, you know that soon you will be separated from my grandson." I nodded, my heart sinking at the thought. It had been gnawing at me for days, growing stronger with each passing moment. This morning, as I left the room with Wyatt, a foreboding feeling consumed me, a premonition of something terrible to come.

"I fear that you and my grandson may be separated for some time," Endora continued, her voice wavering slightly. "But I am going to try everything I can to help you without disrupting the future in a bad way."

Grateful for her support, I whispered, "Thank you." She walked over to a drawer, pulling out a box and placing it gently on the table. "Misty, you are a fighter. So, you need to fight for yourself, for Wyatt, and for your purpose. Never allow the power within you to be used against you."

"I want you to cast a binding spell on yourself," she whispered softly, her voice filled with urgency. I could see the determination in her eyes as she handed me a vial, its contents shimmering with a potent energy.

"Now, I know well it can be broken by another powerful immortal," she continued, her words floating in the air like a delicate melody. "But it will take them time, and that buys you time to fight." I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, as I drank the potion in one swift motion.

As I began to chant the incantation, the air seemed to thicken around me, crackling with a newfound power. The scent of ancient herbs and magic filled my nostrils, invigorating my senses. The binding spell took hold, its invisible threads weaving through my very being, fortifying me against the impending danger.

"Next, I want you to take this ring," she said. I examined the ring, its intricate design gleaming in the candlelight. "It's a capsule," I remarked, marveling at its hidden potential. She nodded in agreement.

"This ring can hold your essence, Misty," she explained, her tone filled with reverence. "Slide it onto your finger, and it becomes invisible, a secret talisman only known to those who seek it." She handed me a piece of paper, its delicate script detailing a spell of protection. I studied it intently, committing every word to memory.

"When your life hangs in the balance, speak this spell," she urged, her voice a mere whisper. "It will seal your essence into the ring, safeguarding your very existence." I nodded, the weight of her words settling upon me like a cloak of responsibility. I understood the magnitude of what she was entrusting me with.

"But remember," she cautioned, her gaze piercing into my soul. "You must not tell Wyatt about any of this. The spell I am giving you is not without risks. What I am telling you now, and what I am giving you, is to prepare you for a future he should not know about. If you use the spell, I promise to guide my grandson towards you."

In that moment, she revealed one final item - a dagger. Its gleaming blade caught the dim light, casting an ominous glint. My eyes widened as I took it in. The air grew heavy with anticipation, as if the very atmosphere sensed the weight of the decision I may have to make.

"How," I whispered. The dagger lay before me, a worn relic with a mysterious past that I had read about. The words inscribed in ancient script spoke of its lost nature.

"I am gifting this dagger to you, Misty," Endora spoke. "Once I chant a spell, you can summon it, and it will disappear when you no longer need it. Just speak the words I teach you, and it will appear. Although, I hope you never have to use it. This dagger is a relic, meant to stop evil. It has the power to save or halt Wyatt, if he succumbs to the dark magic."

"You must stab one consumed by darkness in the chest, close to the heart. The dagger will extinguish the darkness within them, preventing them from becoming a dark one. However, those who have been pierced by this dagger have either perished or lost all their power," I explained from what I knew about it.

"Yes, there is a great cost to using this dagger, Misty. But you know that Wyatt cannot become a dark one. He would lose his soul, forever tormented. Once he changes, there is no turning back. He will be forever changed. But if it comes to that, you can stop him before it's too late," she said softly.

My heart constricted at the thought. "I could kill him," I choked out, the weight of the decision heavy upon me.

She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Yes, Misty. By doing so, his soul will pass peacefully instead of enduring eternal torment. Wyatt is strong, he can survive it. Though he may lose his ability to wield magic ever again," she admitted.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered my resolve. "Thank you, and I understand. If I have to, I will use this dagger to ensure he never loses himself," I said.

She embraced me, her hug providing solace in the face of an uncertain future.

Before she could say more, we heard frantic knocking on the door, the sound echoing through the silent room. "Don't worry, I have given you what I need. It is now up to you to survive, Misty," Endora said, her voice filled with urgency. As she broke her spell.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Wyatt burst in, his face contorted with panic. "Why the hell did you block me? What's going on? What are you hiding from me?" he demanded.

Endora tried to calm him down, explaining, "We were just speaking of premonitions. And as you know, not all can be shared." But Wyatt's panic only intensified.

"I was able to cast a tracking spell, but the reason you can't find them is because they are dead. Our coven members, all of them but you and me, have been eliminated," Wyatt revealed, his voice trembling with shock.

"I feared that may be our future. It looks like it is now up to you and Misty to keep this coven alive and protect our bloodline," Endora said.

Endora then turned her gaze towards both of us, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "You are wrong, Wyatt. We still have a few left from our bloodline, a few you may very well cross paths with in the future," she said, her voice carrying a glimmer of optimism. Wyatt didn't press her further, instead, he walked towards me. However, before he could reach me, a loud bang outside the house startled us all.

Endora, seemingly prepared for this moment, spoke. "Stay strong, the two of you must stay strong," she said, muttering a spell to reinforce the protective barrier. We were under attack, and I could sense it. The power of my coven, and more importantly, the power of my mother, surged around us. It was the beginning of what we prepared for, and now it was up to us to survive and emerge victorious.