Getting to my feet, I itch at the fabric around my arms, the crystals in the material putting pressure upon my skin as I want to get out of this...this dress I was burried in. "Where exactly am I, Fiona?" I look to the doorway where Leo left, wondering if this place is an old house or an abandoned one. Could I be in the middle of no where, in the mountains, or in the midde of a populated neighborhood. Perhaps in a witch coven, seeing that before I blacked out there were two more witches here.
"Ireland" Fiona responds, no accent found as I cannot remember where I was last, but I know it was in America, not Europe. "My coven moved here decades ago, I grew up in Canada, only to be brought back to my roots when Leo called for my aid."
"How did I meet Leo?" I ask, wondering if our story was o
