The Last De Estrell

"I, Anora Kalliste, youngest of the De Estrell clan, in front of my Momma Ingrid as witness, vow to never wield my magic for evil. The magic bestowed upon my blood is, and will eternally be offered for the greater good. It shall be for healing, defense, and protection. Sorcerer God, I ask you to always bestow my magic with kindness, as I seek for it to be pure as thee." Little Kalliste spoke as clear as she could. Her small right arm placed across her heart as her gently balled fist rested on the left side of her chest. Her unique glowing silver eyes sparkled as she looked up at her mother, Ingrid. As the proud little Kalliste giggles, Ingrid picked her small frame and kissed her naturally rosy cheeks. "Where did you learn the sacred vow of our family, my love?" Ingrid softly spoke, amazed of how her daughter fully delivered the vow. Kalliste smiled with one of her freshly knocked out baby tooth. "I read it in our guide book, Momma. The book said, every sorcerer to be born into our clan has to deliver the vow. Why is that, Momma?" Her small, sweet voice caused Ingrid to smile. Ingrid walked to Kalliste's bed and tucked her in the covers, "Lady Mikona, the very first creation of the sorcerer god was your Dadda's ancestor. Since she was the first witch to ever exist, her magic was undeniably powerfully made and given by the sorcerer god. So, as years and centuries went by, even after the creation of others within our race, the sorcerer god did not create someone who possess a magic as strong as Mikona's. The powerful magic stayed within Mikona's bloodline..." Ingrid chuckled as she saw Kalliste's eyes looking up at her, wide awake amidst midnight. Ingrid caressed Kalliste's hair as she continued, "But great magic can birth great desire." Ingrid's tone was calm, but it carried weight that a young Kalliste couldn't comprehend at such age. "I don't understand, momma.." Kalliste uttered as her little eyebrows creased. Ingrid held her daughter's hand, taking it in between both hers. There are things that Kalliste wouldn't understand, but Ingrid and her mate, Rogan had always explained complex things to Kalliste as she reached this age of curiosity. The young witch probably have not even half a clue about the things they say, but they trust the intelligence of their daughter. She tends to put the pieces together by herself as complicated things unfold before her own eyes, their words helping her make of what's happening in her witness. "Mikona fell in love with an ordinary mage after hundreds of years being alone. They had two sons and two daughters, all inherited the immense power of her magic as they were her bloodline. But not all of them followed the right path.." Ingrid felt Kalliste's hand tighten in her hold. She's having her theories of what's to be told next and are probably correct. "Mikona's eldest son, Lumien was tempted of greed. He had tasted what it's like to be one of the most powerful beings, but he wanted more. He used his magic for evil, feasting on the weaknesses of others below him, using his magic for the darkness that is corrupting his soul. It was him who started the era of dark sorcery. In the process, his family tried to restrain him in which his youngest sister died in his hands. That was when Mikona had to curse her own son. Lumien was put under an unbreakable spell, in which he would lurk around the world carrying his guilt. He is to live as long until there comes a hand that would grant him the most brutal death he is to witness, all while he has no magic left in his veins. An immortal magic-less sorcerer, in hiding for hundreds of years. After Lady Mikona and her husband died of old age, their second son then created the bloodline's sacred vow together with his remaining sister. It is to ensure that this powerful bloodline remains nothing but good.." Kalliste slowly blinked for a couple of times, indicating how sleepy she is. After a few seconds of fighting the urge to fall asleep, the young girl was defeated as darkness overtook her sight. Ingrid leaned down to level her face beside her daughter's. "But you, my love...You are rare. You are special. The supernatural realm had never seen anyone like you. You are a first in history. And probably the only to exist. Must you be brave, love..Your future won't be too kind. Never side with the darkness, keep your heart as pure." She whispered in which her daughter gave a soft hum as a response, it seem as though her subconscious mind is listening to everything her sleeping consciousness couldn't.