***Ella***
"What is that?" Serena asks, pointing to my wrist. I smile vaguely as I show her the 'old' piece of jewellery that adorns my wrist.
"It's made from the talisman I used to wear for a large portion of my life, that many of my bloodline wore before me to protect them. For a long time I didn't want to look at it ever again, because it had caged me. But now, I appreciate what it represents compared to what has changed so much in my life. Something old, for tradition sake. I may not be human Serena, but every day I still feel like the one I was raised to be for seventeen years," I explain.
"Change is necessary for us to grow and thrive beyond what we previously dreamed possible," Serena replies stoically.
"Who said that?" I wonder.
"Serena Landry, now," she says with a knowing sm
