stuck;;

Amara scoffed slightly at her sister’s question, shaking her head. “Do I seem alright?” she asked, turning toward her. “Those people, that cult, turned me into something i never in a thousand years want to be. And against my will. They tortured my son. The love of my life more than likely won’t want to be around me because of what they did to me. Do I seem alright?”

Freyja felt rather sick as she listened to Amara’s response. Of course it had been a stupid question but Freyja didn’t know what else to say. She felt horrible; beyond, even. “I’m sorry..” Was all she could find in her to say. Freyja felt to blame. She should have let her sister go when she had the chance. She shouldn’t have been such a coward but that’s what she was.

Josie lets out a sigh annoyed by the whining and pleading, “Do you want me to hurt you instead?” She asks pushing the witch down, she was too weak to move anyway, “You want ot give your life up for this sad example of a witch? I was doing magic stronger than her when I was five. I’m doing her a favor, doing her coven a favor.”

Freyja stepped back, biting her lip gently. No. She had only just gotten her life back and she did not want to lose it again, especially not so soon. Freyja had a lot to do and as soon as she was free of the coven, she would feel better. She had to survive until then. “Stay away from me.”

aleksandar shook his head when the person walked away. he mumbled when he stood there alone. felt awkward to talk with someone that had no answers. with a sigh he turned around and saw someone staring “do you often stand in silence and looks at people?” he did not recognize her but at the same time it felt like they had met before.

Miles looked over at the woman as his eyes went a little wider. He had an aunt. He had an aunt that he didn’t realise was standing in front of him. “I’m Miles. I’m Amara’s son, but not Silas’ son. Silas is my step-father.” He whispered. 

How could this be? She felt a little sick and another twinge of guilt. “I am sorry you are here...”

Josie looks to the other and tilts her head looking her over, “Or what? You’ll ask again?” She laughs, now taking more magic from the other witch as she sinks to her knees crying out in pain. “Have you ever heard of siphoners? Many haven’t and those that have…are scared of us.” She pulls her eyes away from the weak weak witch, “For good reason.”

“No.” Freyja shook her head, shuffling back a little. She was pretty defenceless right now and she felt powerless to help that poor girl. “I have not.... you’re hurting her, stop it!”

Miles sighed as she couldn’t promise to help him find a way out of here and slid down against the wall onto the ground, almost wanting to punch or kick something just to release some of his frustration. “Amara. My mother is Amara. I recently found out that my step-father is Silas even though they never married. Not that it cared much to them.” Miles shrugged. 

“Amara--” Freyja couldn’t hide the shock in her voice. What were the chances this was a complete coincidence?  She shook her head, glancing behind her again and crouching down in front of the bars, peering through at him. “Amara is my sister.”

Miles honestly wasn’t sure if he was able to trust the brunette, but he knew if he wanted to get out of here alive, he had to listen to her. “Alright, alright. I’ll keep quiet as long as you try and help me escape here. I have to find my mother or Silas. I have to make sure both of them are alright.” Miles whispered. “Mostly my mother because Silas can take care of himself since he is pretty awesome.”

Freyja felt completely jittery with nerves. She was on edge and wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it for. How much longer she could keep this up. “I do not know if I can do that...” She said quietly, glancing over her shoulder again. Dare she? There it was again. Silas. “Who is your mother?” She asked, curious as to his connection to Silas.

Amara’s eyes shifted to where her sister had been looking. She seemed very on edge, which concern Amara to say the least. “What do you mean ‘not exactly’? Sister, why are you apologizing? You could not have predicted that we would end up here.”

Freyja shook her head, the knot in her stomach growing larger as she looked back at Amara’s face. “You do not understand.” She sighed, shuffling her feet anxiously. “I was not.... I am not captured.”

“right. then you aren’t very helpful, are you?” she was frustrated, to say the least, but if the woman was a member of the cult her brother had told her about, then feeling bad for the woman was the last thing she should be feeling. the woman seemed nice enough, of course, and more than a little– soft? if that was the right word. “why are you doing this?” she finally relented.

She sighed to herself, hovering in place for a moment in the silence that followed. Freyja was about to turn to leave again when the other girl spoke and she looked back at her. She was very anxious standing here and the question didn’t help. It wasn’t hard to gather that she wasn’t exactly on the right side of things. “I have my reasons....” She said, before letting out another sigh. “I am... I have to.”