Chapter 11

The witches Coven was like an abodoned hurt, with shades of dirty rags hanging on the walls and cobwebs spanning the corners of the room. The musty smell of aged magic lingered in the air as Eve, Ethan, and Seraphina cautiously stepped inside. The dim light that filtered through the cracked windows illuminated tables cluttered with potions and spellbooks, their contents appearing both intriguing and ominous.

Seraphina motioned for Eve and Ethan to follow her to a small, intricately carved wooden table at the center of the room. On it, a worn book lay open, its pages filled with handwritten notes and ancient symbols. Seraphina gently placed her hands on the book, an electricity of power emanating from her touch.

"This is the Book of Transcendent Spells," she whispered, her voice tinged with reverence. "Within its pages, lies the knowledge and secrets necessary to perform the ritual of uplifting your power, Eve."

Eve leaned in closer, her heart pounding with anticipation. She could feel the weight of her responsibility, knowing that the fate of both dimensions rested on her shoulders. With determination in her eyes, she nodded at Seraphina and Ethan.

"Let's do it," she said, her voice steady.

Seraphina smiled, her ancient eyes filled with a mixture of encouragement and admiration ,she opened the book and flipped through it, after close to thirty minutes she stopped at a page.

"There it's."

On the page lay a detailed illustration of a complex sigil, accompanied by intricate instructions and incantations. Seraphina began explaining the steps of the ritual, emphasizing the importance of precision and concentration. Eve and Ethan listened intently, their minds focused on the challenging task ahead.

As they followed Seraphina's instructions, the room filled with an atmosphere of concentrated energy. Candles flickered, and the air crackled with anticipation. The three of them gathered around the table, hands touching the worn book, and their voices united in the ancient incantation.

As they chanted, the sigil on the page glowed with vibrant colors, and a wave of warmth washed over Eve, embedding her with a sense of profound connection to her power.

Suddenly, Eve felt herself inexplicably drifting away. Her vision became blurry and dim, and her head began to spin. Out of nowhere, she discovered herself in an entirely different time period, a whole new era unfolded before her eyes.

She found herself in a dimly lit chamber, illuminated by a single flickering candle. The room was adorned with ancient decor, and the crackling of logs in the fireplace filled the air, casting enchanting shadows upon the faded tapestries. The atmosphere was imbued with the aroma of aged books and drying herbs, evoking a sense of wisdom and mystery.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence, and as she turned her attention towards it, two young ladies entered the room. Their gentle faces were adorned with dresses that appeared to be from a bygone era, flowing gowns worn merely by antiquated maids.

The two ladies regarded Eve with kindness in their eyes. "It appears that the young miss is awake. Would you like a glass of water?" they inquired.

Eve, caught off guard by their sudden entrance, cautiously replied, "Yes, please." Her voice, unexpectedly sounding as if it belonged to a ten-year-old child, took her by surprise.

One of the maids handed Eve the glass of water, and as she reached to grab it, she noticed the small, delicate hand that stretched out towards her. Startled, Eve shot up from the bed, standing on her petite feet. In a hurry, she rushed to the table where a mirror lay, her eyes widening as she caught sight of her own reflection.

She couldn't believe what she saw. Staring back at her was not the grown woman she had been just moments ago, but a young girl with rosy cheeks and wide, curious eyes. She touched her face, feeling the smoothness of youth. Confusion and wonder filled her gaze as she tried to understand what had happened.

The two young ladies stood in the doorway, exchanging concerned glances. "Miss Eve, are you alright?" one of them asked, the worry evident in her voice.

Eve examined her reflection with great interest, caressing every inch of her body to truly feel her presence. As she did so, an enigmatic mist cloaked her view, once again plunging her into the grasp of obscurity. But when Eve finally opened her eyes, she found herself confronted by a pair of haunting, crimson orbs fixed upon her.