Sometimes history repeats itself

Azura sat on the sofa and poured herself some drink before raising her gaze.

"Let's start with you first. I am sure you already know your mother was a white witch, and that's why you were born a mixed-breed witch. At that time it was well known that your mother was one of us sisters, but she was just our cousin. Your mother married the dark witch king and you were born, she died because she got sick in your loss. There was no mystery regarding this, or none that I know of," Azura started with the light things.

She flickered her gaze to Nathaniel who was now standing near the window.

When he didn't say anything, she started speaking again.

"The tale of three sisters is our tale. Arizona, Azura, and Azrael. I am the youngest of them all. Azrael is the second daughter while Arizona is the eldest daughter of our mother Rebecca Minerva," Azura sighed.