Aurora’s POV
”Who is she?” I questioned as I looked over at Cruz and saw his eyes glued to the picture.
“She is Zerena or was at the very least,” he sighed and turned away. “But before I tell you more about her, I need to tell you something else.”
“Which is?”
“You asked a few questions yesterday about the magical creatures roaming our world. You know that witches exist, but do you know how many?”
“No? I mean, I know of the blood witches but I also know that there aren’t many left so-“
“That is not what I meant dear child,” he chuckled. “This isn’t about how many are left, but more about the different kinds that have been hidden throughout time.”
“Different kinds?”
“That picture that you were so drawn to and the people in it…” he said sounding hesitant and nodded to the painting. “
