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The Dormant: The 5 Goddesses

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[ [ Ancient Memories] ] Warning 18+ Book 1 If you want to look at characters goo to the ig account: @eileenrodriguezcharacters

We 5 were the original sisters. Selene was the oldest the commander of Lycans and were-wolfs, twin to Lilith, mother of vampires. I was the third to receive the spark and mother to felines.

The spark created just a minute later, my sister Morrigan, the most magical of all us. Her children call themselves witches and warlocks, but she preferred calling them medicine kind or healers. And finally, little Aine she's just sparks, glitter, and ego. She is the commander of the fae kind.

We call ourselves sisters created at the same time by the exact nature force, the father spark, the magicals.

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Light beings were created by nature to look after the magical kind. As these beings started learning and growing up, they began to turn on each other.

Some of the Gods try to reestablish the balance. They play a dangerous chess game for power and blood. Charlotte Addams, Poppy Johnson, and Danielle Starr are the only ones that can restore the magic world's balance.

Can they keep their friendship, grow, find love, and destroy the evil forces that plan to take over the world. Or will the evil forces that once destroyed the balance again take over, destroying everything they love. There mates, families, and friends.

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Episode 1: The Birth
~Bastet~ "Are you ready?" My sister's telepathic voice echoed in my mind. In the cramped room, the air was heavy with the sounds of panting and despair. ¨Empuja mi Amor, empuja mi leona¨ ( Push my love, Push my lioness.) The couple's loving encouragement to each other brought a faint smile to my lips, knowing that this child would be welcomed with love. Looking around the humble dwelling where my prophet was to be born, my heart ached with the realization of how much my children had suffered in my absence. I had been away for far too long, neglecting my responsibilities. In the adjacent room, the labor pains of my priestess heralded the imminent birth of my vessel. My gaze fell upon a small music box, a poignant reminder of the riches and royal heritage this family once possessed. As I opened it, treasures from a bygone era revealed themselves—an emerald necklace, a studded pearl ring, two hairpins, and a picture of the couple in a tender kiss, and a letter from another one of my children—the same couple who had been bestowed with the sacred honor of bringing my vessel into existence. Turning back to my sister, I acknowledged her with a nod before making my way to the kitchen table where the birth was taking place. The beautiful woman, with her striking golden hair and yellow eyes, exhibited the signs of her pain on her pale and blotchy skin, yet she possessed the regal strength of a lioness. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming connection to her, knowing she was my beautiful lioness. Beside her, her husband, with blond, white hair and grey-blue eyes akin to fresh snow, seemed brittle and weak, both physically and emotionally. I hovered over the bed, attempting to lend them strength through this trying moment. Their bodies seemed emaciated, as if they had not been able to eat for weeks. Closing my eyes, I recited a small heartfelt blessing for them, seeking to comfort them in this trying time. When I opened my eyes, I was taken aback to find the woman looking directly at me, but I knew what that meant. A surge of understanding passed between us, and without hesitation, I moved closer and whispered reassurance into her ear. ¨You are doing great, my child, it'll soon be over, and you will have your kitten in your arms.¨ A solitary teardrop rolled down her cheek, and I kissed it away, urging her not to be afraid. As her partner's voice echoed in the background, she roared and screamed, her eyes finding me again. And in that very moment, I transcended my divine form to become a guiding presence, offering her strength and comfort as she embraced the journey of motherhood. A solitary teardrop rolled down her cheek, and I kissed it away, urging her not to be afraid. ¨Don't be scared, my child.¨ I continued to whisper in her ear. As her partner's voice echoed in the background urging her on, ¨Una ultima vez mi amor.¨ ( One last time, my love.). she roared and screamed, her eyes finding me again. And in that very moment, I transcended my divine form to become a guiding presence and connect with the child that was born. ~Selene~ Bastet materialized in the small, snow-laden hut that barely resembled a home. The cold seeped through every corner, and the shoddy ceiling struggled under the weight of recent snowfall. The room itself was a single space, serving as both a kitchen and sleeping area. At the center of the hut, on the kitchen table, a woman writhed in the throes of child labor. Her anguished screams reverberated through the dilapidated structure, causing it to tremble and sway. Standing before her was a man who, despite his once-handsome features, now bore the signs of severe undernourishment. Yet, the love and determination in his eyes as he supported his partner were evident. Standing in front of her. The look in his eyes while helping her showed the full extent of his love for her. I could only fathom how much strength in such a weak body. Bastet positioned herself beside the woman, offering comfort and reassurance, reminding her that the gods were watching over her. In the woman's gaze, Bastet saw a flicker of fading light inside the yellow irises. It was then that I, her sister, observed her fading condition and sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. As I stood there, witnessing the intense labor, I gasped as the woman's gaze fixated on my sister, and she whispered, "She's dying." A heavy sigh escaped from me, knowing that this sacred birthing process was taking a toll on the woman's fragile body. A tear trickled down the woman's cheek, but my sister lovingly kissed it away, offering comfort in her own divine way. The man's voice cut through the room, urging her to push with all her strength. The woman roared with determination, and in that very moment, a profound bond was forged between God and child. As the child emerged into the world, her eyes opened, revealing a mesmerizing sight—Bastet's technicolor eyes reflected in hers. Within those big cat-like eyes danced a universe of colors—yellow, hazel, grey, blue, and a subtle hint of emerald green. It was a sight to behold. In that moment, it was evident that she was truly a descendant of a goddess—a divine child born of both my sister, Bastet, and myself. As I cradled her in my arms, I whispered words of blessing and protection, knowing that her path in life would be intertwined with the divine forces that had brought her into existence. The room was filled with an air of wonder and awe as everyone present bore witness to this extraordinary child. She was a symbol of hope and promise, a beacon of light amidst the darkness of that humble hut. As I looked at her, I knew that she carried within her the strength of a lioness and the grace of a goddess—a powerful combination that would shape her destiny and leave an indelible mark on the world. As the child lay in the man's arms, I crouched down beside them, whispering tenderly in her mind, "Child, I bless you and protect you. I will walk with you on every step of your journey, for you are as much mine as you are Bastet's." I knew that this child carried the divine essence of both of us, and her life would be intertwined with the celestial forces that had brought her into existence. The man gave the child to her mother and, with a gasp, the woman looked into her daughter's captivating eyes and whispered, "Catalina." It was a name that carried weight and significance, symbolizing the profound moment of her birth. But as she uttered the name, exhaustion overcame her, and she collapsed onto the table, unconscious and bleeding profusely. The man acted swiftly, cradling their newborn daughter and laying her gently on the bed. He rushed to his mate's side, desperate to hold her hands and comfort her in her vulnerable state. However, before he could reach her, the door swung open, and a dark figure emerged from the shadows. A dark figure crept outside the opening where the door once stood. Like a shadow, the black outline quickly traveled to where the couple was, revealing a vampire. With his index fingernail, he inflicted a deadly gash on the man's throat with lethal precision. I rushed to shield the defenseless child, covering her with my own divine form. The vampire then turned his attention to the agonizing woman, pulling her by the hair, yanking it by the roots and exposing her vulnerable neck. With a sinister display of fangs, he sank them into her flesh, drinking her life force, draining her of vitality. He stood up and started walking to where I was protecting the child. As the vampire attempted to approach us, his movements were weak and unsteady. He managed to take only three steps before collapsing onto the floor. Black blood oozed from his mouth, and a piercing shriek escaped his lips, causing the entire house to tremble, and both Catalina and I shivered in fear. The once-feared vampire was now succumbing to a mysterious force beyond his understanding. He convulsed uncontrollably, and his once-pale skin began to shrivel, resembling rotten fruit. His malevolent red eyes turned black, and little by little, he disintegrated before our eyes, leaving behind nothing but ash as evidence of his existence. With the danger now fully averted, I held Catalina tightly against my chest and wasted no time. I ran out of the house, seeking a safer place where she could be protected. Utilizing my divine abilities, I apparated to a sanctuary far away from the danger that had threatened her earlier. Exhausted and heartbroken, I found myself back at my prayer clearing, where the weight of the recent tragic events overwhelmed me, causing tears to stream down my face. But my sorrow was soon joined by the cries of Catalina, her wailing a poignant reminder of the vulnerability of life and the responsibility I now carried to protect her. Gathering myself together, I cradled Catalina in my arms, trying to soothe her distress as I walked deeper into the forest. The trees around us seemed to offer a sense of comfort and solace amid the turmoil. In my heart, I knew that I could not face the challenges that lay ahead alone. ¨Aine if you are out there, appear now.¨ Calling out to Aine, I commanded her presence, and she appeared from behind a tree walking towards me, her purple dress resembling violets—symbols of both sorrow and hope. She looked at the child in my arm and then directly at me shock and anger evident in her gaze she opened her lips and could only muster ¨ Mot, Lilith¨.

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