2 FIVE YEARS LATER

In the northern side of the mountain, a small hut with many flowers and plants surrounding the area, a little girl who looks like five years old, is seen playing. Then something caught her attention and went beside the tree. She found a wounded wolf puppy. She brought it home. She is muttering something in front of the puppy. Then she brought it outside beside the porch, put her hands on the puppy. A white light came out of her hands and little by little, she saw the wound healed.

"I did it! Mother!" She shouted and ran into the house with the puppy in her hands. "Mother! Mother! The pup is healed."

The woman in white ran from the small kitchen to the living room to see what her daughter is talking about and upon seeing the joyful face of her little daughter, she sigh and a smile graces her beautiful face.

"Seline, what have I told you? Don't run and shout inside the house." Miranda shakes her head on her daughter's antics.

Seline says, "Mother, the pup's open her eyes. I will call her Aurora, and she's mine!!! I will teach her some tricks to help us in our household." Seline talks non-stop while her mother, Miranda, just cross her arms and leans on the wall beside the kitchen entry.

Everyday, Seline grows more and more beautiful while learning potions and curses from her witch mother at the same time teaches her pup tricks like getting the pail, carry the rope with tree trunks and old wood, chase other little animals. As Seline grows so does Athena. Her red mole on her forehead between her eyebrows is very distinctive  and added more to her exquisite face. But she never tells her mother that something is talking to her in her mind. Because she knew that her mother is a white witch, being a wolf never crosses her mind.

As she grew up, her mother taught her how to harness her gift, the gift to heal. But when she's alone, she talked to herself, the other one who messages her through her mind. She was afraid that her mother might find her different and she didn't know what to do cause the voice in her head said it ain't the time to inform her. The red mole on her forehead glistened when the moon shines.