“Okay. Mythia said you would come for me.”
“Yes. Please, walk with me.” Sacha motioned for her to follow as she exited the room. It was the first time she’d seen any other parts of the upper levels of the castle.
Their footsteps echoed as they walked along in silence.
“Have you worked for Mythia long?” Kelsey asked.
“Yes, since I was a young girl.”
They went down to the first level. The decor of the building was more modern than she would have expected. It was a mix of old and new. The woodwork throughout the castle was magnificent.
“You must be hungry, no?” Sascha inquired.
Kelsey was about to decline any offers of food until her stomach decided to answer for her.
“I guess I am.” She rested a hand on her belly and followed Sasha into an oversized kitchen.
Her mouth dropped open in amazement. It was a chef’s dream kitchen. It looked like a kitchen in a large restaurant. But then again, they were in a castle, and there were functions held here at least once a year. Though Kelsey had never been one to attend those lavish parties.
The aromas floating through the air enhanced her hunger pains.
“Fiona has made a wonderful breakfast for you.” They ambled past an island to the back of the kitchen, to a small breakfast nook. A round table built into a bay window that showcased the lush land that surround the castle. Off in the distance, Kelsey could see the cliffs and open sky.
There was a pale woman sitting at the table, dressed in all black. Her long hair was as dark as midnight, and the black eyeliner surrounding her eyes made them appear even larger. She eyed Kelsey as she grew near.
“She’s even more beautiful than you let on,” the stranger spoke up.
“That wasn’t of importance,” Sascha replied. “Kelsey, this is Raven, a trusted ally of Mythia’s. She is here to help you.”
“What do I need help with?” She took a seat across from Raven. She sensed the woman was a witch. She’d met one or two before, and the energy radiating from her confirmed it. “I’m sorry. Why do I need the help of a witch?”
“Mythia sent me a message that there was something you touched that activated a strong energy source. Something you said belonged to your family.” Sascha sat in the chair next to Kelsey, her voice was low and calm as she locked eyes with Kelsey.
“It does,” Kelsey responded automatically.
A woman dressed in a chef’s uniform entered the kitchen and waved from across the room. She must be Fiona.
“We can take you back in time to determine if you are telling the truth,” Raven said.
“I am!” she exclaimed.
“We can do this after you eat or before,” Raven remarked, shrugging.
“Wait.” She held up her hands. “What do you mean, you can send me back in time? As in, time travel?” She had never heard of time travelers before.
“In a way. You can walk through periods of time as if you were there. It will seem very real, but no one will know you’re there.” Raven leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table.
Kelsey leaned back. The action of seeing the past was fascinating, and she was actually contemplating it.
“Will I get hurt? Are you sure they won’t see me?”
“No, you won’t get hurt. You are just revisiting memories and bearing witness. You can’t harm anything or offset the timeline of our dimension.”
Kelsey glanced over at Fiona, who was putzing around near the stove.
“And this is something Mythia wants?” Was this why Mythia sent the seer to her? To show her the past and how she came to have the medallion?
“She only wants to show you the truth.” Sascha patted the top of Kelsey’s hand. “Only with your own eyes will you believe her. She doesn’t want anything to stand between the two of you.”
