The girls slowly opened their eyes. They were in a forest with trees 30 meters tall. No animals around. They were looking up at the sky. It was pink ,a light pink, with dark blue clouds over head. When they finally sat up though everything became an eerie gold. Ingrid growled instinctively and move towards Zenthya and Faith. As soon as she touched both of them they were in a field.
Three toddlers were playing with a tiger. Giggling as the tiger gently knocked them down and licked their faces. Two out of the three had caramel skin; while the other had skin so pale it sparkled in the sun. All had dark, almost midnight, red and black hair. Suddenly two women appeared, holding hands, smiling.
The tiger, rising its head, turns and rushed towards the women and purrs against them. The two women smile and bent down and whisper something in the tiger's ear. The tiger slowly turns into a human. Ingrid. The toddlers run towards the women with smiles screaming mommy, mama, mom. The women pick them up as the children reach them and spin them around then hug them close to their chest.
The girls look at each other in shock as they realized that the women, although seemingly not much older, was them. They stood up and started to walk toward the women when they look at them and shook their heads. They stop moving in sync. The women let go of the children and they ran off to someone else in the distance. The woman walk to the girls who stood still like statues. The women held hands with the older Faith in the middle as Ingrid stood to the right and Zenthya to the left. Smiles on each of their faces, shoulders tall, crowns on each of their heads, graceful footsteps.
As they reached the frozen girls older Ingrid said “Is that what we looked like all those years ago?” The teasing tone with a hint of sarcasm was still much like the younger version of herself that stood before her.
The girls broke out of their frozen state into a more relaxed posture. Faith being the first to speak demanded to know what was going on to answering her own question.
Zenthya being the more timid of the three asked “Were those our children? Like all three of our blood? They look so much like us.”
The older Zenthya answered, with so much pride in her voice she glowed, with a simple yes. The younger girls gasped in disbelief to what she stated as fact. The older women caught the younger girls as soon after they collapsed to the ground with questions of how, what, and hopeful their mine.
Older Faith spoke suddenly. “Now to the reason you were brought here.”
She grabbed the younger Zenthya by the hand.
“You’ll be the bearer of our first child.”
Letting go of Zenthya’s hands she moved to grab Ingrid’s hand.
“You’ll be the bearer of our second and third.”
She moved to her younger self. Grabbed her hands. Put her forehead against hers. With tears in her eyes.
Her voice breaking she said “ And you’ll give us the most precious gift of all. The queen of all supernatural... Sabine.”
The older women gently grabbed Faith by her waist and pull her to their chest as she sobbed silently at the mention of Sabine’s name. The women started to whisper sweet things to Ingrid to calm her down. Minutes later she seemed calmer but tears still ran down her face. Clearing her throat she straightened her back, wiped her tears, and took off her crown.
“Now the most important thing you. You. You need to know is...That...To get to this future you must face the person of our origin. St. Joseph Val-Greyson. Zenthya, Ingrid, he’s your grandfather to some extent.”
After a long pause she said “ Lo que quiere es... tu corazón, tu vida, tu vampiro malvado.(What he wants is...your heart, life, your evil vampire)”
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