Stella nodded, but she didn't bother to explain the situation.
Ever since she had accidentally unlocked the hidden scroll and listened to the voice of her mother sealed within the portrait, she had begun to understand pieces of what had been happening around her.
And right now, she couldn't shake the feeling that all of it was intricately connected to the attacks she had experienced over time.
Witches could sense magic and spells, and Stella couldn't shake the feeling that while she had been living leisurely, hoping to find herself and understand who she truly was, someone else had already been making plans around her.
Plans that involved dark magic.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as her thoughts continued to spin.
The sealed vision that had haunted her as a nightmare, the mysterious portrait that had been hiding the truth, and her mother's death were not separate events. Somehow, they were connected.
