not as rigid as they look

Silence fell over the room like snow in a blizzard.

The witches eyes flung open.

"Well that was exciting wasn't it" said the maiden, "it's been so long since I've gotten to share a vision with my three sisters!"

"I always loved group vision!" She said giddy

Theo: I would never expect a million

year old witch to be so peppy.

Orion: You better watch it, that million

year old witch could kick your ass.

"Don't keep your secrets to yourselves, please if you have any thoughts share them with the room" said the Mother

Oops caught.

"Theo said you have a lot of pep for someone whose seen enough lives to last a life time."

The Crone bust out in laughter. "Ha Maiden he called you old!"

"Yeah if he thinks I'm old what does that say about you huh, grandma?" The Maiden retorted.

"I'm almost as old as they come, child" the Crone wiping wetness from her eyes.

Walking up to Theo the Crome takes his hand "you have yet to realize your role in all this I see, but it seems you're beginning to understand"

"What does that mean?" Theo asked

"It means visions are as clear to us as they are to you." She just smiles and pats his hand.

The Mother and the Maiden both try and stop themselves from laughing but some snicker still slick by.

"You think this is a laughing matter? What is happening with Orion? All you said was just jumbled up nonsense and does nothing for us, for her"

"You hold your tongue and remember you speak with forces beyond you" the three say in unison with a sharp scratchy voice deep from within them.

Orion: Theo that's enough don't you

do not have a seat at the table.

Neither of us do. Be patient

they are the human embodiment

of magic. Don't do anything stupid.

"My apologies you Sisters three." Theo said bowing his head to them.

"Please everyone should grab chair and sit this is a long one" the Mother

Now sitting in a circle on the floor the Crone speaks.

"Orion is a Necromancer as all of you here know. She isn't just any necromancer, she is the physical embodiment of death. The netherworld and our world are out of balance, it started the moment the the entity gained a physical form and ripped apart the fabrics of the world allowing for death to steep in from the netherworld." She stopped looking around the room "the Rot is death, a kind of death that shouldn't be here spreading. The realm is built on a design with balance in mind and right now the netherland is leaking its energy, to give it a name for your comprehension. And as a result the Netherworld picked a host to exist in this world to bring back what doesn't belong."

"Incase anymore misses that, it means Orion is literally death in a physical form." The maiden said with an awe in her voice.

"Anyways, it means you are a very special childish, with a very special purpose. You are the only person capable of bringing the entity into the netherworld resetting the balance." The Crones voice than turned dark "but because you possess such power you are more susceptible to your emotions and impulses. Your magic is old as life itself and primal even. It's pure and completely at the mercy of its user." And then the Crone looks at Theo "and that is where you and your bond come in" she said "you are not matched in power but you are in spirit, the Goddess Calanthia marked you and opened a bond that surpasses all others because you are her anchor to this world, her tether. You alone have the power to bring her home from the netherworld."

"Our time is coming to an end. We shall see each other real soon, we'll be waiting" the Crone said as a portal appeared before them drawing them in. And in the blink of an eye they were gone.

"Well that was a sure lot to take in." Said Oleander "I started my day with French toast and before lunch I find out my sister is literally walking death"