Aella's POV
“Cels” I called out, she could hear the worry in my voice, everyone could. Eros caressed my hand that was linked to his, his way of letting me know he was here.
“I’m fine, it's just this thing in my family, where at a certain age, our ancestors speak through the head witch to pass messages across. I'm the last survivor, so…”
“Oh, that's understandable. That means the words of your ancestors is most likely trustworthy then”
“Almost everything they say, either comes to pass or makes sense. So I'll say not to take whatever they told you got granted” Cels shrugged.
“And you don't want to know what she or they said?”
“If it's necessary. I will”
“By the way you said something about Zarael being in danger?” I asked the question on my mind
“Yes, about that” she came to the
