“Why?” Caitlin turned to look at Penny in question.
Penny now realized that she hadn’t told the woman yet that she was a white witch. They had been speaking for a few hours but she had failed to mention it. She looked at Damien and Alexander who didn’t go to answer Caitlin’s question as the question was directed to her. Leaving her with the choice to let the woman know if she wanted to.
“Isaiah said he used to be my neighbor,” Penny started with that instead of diving in with the shock of telling ‘My mother was a black witch’.
“He appears to like you,” Caitlin stated and Damien confirmed,
“He does.”
Penny ignored that and said, “He was worried about me as I don’t live in the place I once used to live,” taking in a deep breath she then said, “My mother erased my memories, she has been tampering it since I was a child and he found out about it to be chased away and here we are now,” she let the information sink into the woman’s head who was quiet.
“She erased your memories,” Caitlin murmured under her breath. It wasn’t a question but more on being thoughtful on what Penny said, “When was the last time you met your mother?”
Penny looked slightly surprised as she hadn’t expected the red-haired woman to ask her this question out of all of them, “It was a few weeks ago in Wovile,” the men in the room looked at Caitlin who had not questioned about her mother’s ability to erase the girl’s memories. Damien’s eyes narrowed down at that note.
“What about your father?” Caitlin questioned, a tinge of curiosity in her voice as she looked at Penny.
The young girl with green eyes shook her head, “He died,” Caitlin’s eyes lowered down as she heard it. Her face turned to be pensive.
“I am sorry for your loss,” Caitlin placed her hand on Penny’s hand.
Penny didn’t say anything for a few seconds before she asked the older witch, “You know I am a witch…” she searched in the woman’s eyes who now lifted her gaze to meet her own.
“I didn’t notice it before and it took some time, your eyes,” Caitlin pointed out, “My brother had similar green eyes,” she revealed the truth leaving the room back in silence.
Hearing this Penny’s eyebrows furrowed. She took her time to digest what was just told, “That can’t be,” the portrait she had seen hanging in the Artemis’ wall was of two children. A girl and a boy. It was a colored portrait she remembered seeing brown eyes on the boy, “You both share brown eyes,” Penny said to see Caitlin shake her head.
There was a soft smile on the woman’s lips, “There are many who share similar color eyes but the eyes you have are the ones you have acquired from your father. They are a different green that you won’t find on anyone. I didn’t relate to you until you brought my uncle and aunt into the picture when you came to visit me this week. It has been many years.”
“Your brother’s name is Walter.”
“He was known by another name. Some of us witches, we have different names. One real and one which is falsified,” Caitlin explained about the witches, “It is why sometimes, it is hard to find and track a witch. You know them by one and they go by the other.”
Penny had dreamt about her father but to think they were the same person when it came to her dreams and in the portrait of the Artemis, she felt a chill run down her spine, “Do you know what was his name?” her eyes darted left and right, looking at the woman.
“Gabriel,” Caitlin whispered and Penny felt her heart sink, “Why do you think I agreed to come out of the slave establishment? It has been years since I have been there and there have been plenty who have tried to buy me out and I have stalled every single time. You are my niece, Penelope.”
“…”
Penny was speechless. The white witch sitting in front of her was her aunt? Her father’s very own blood sister? She now remembered what Caitlin had told her earlier when they had gone to visit her.
The Artemis’ family had got both her and her brother married to black witches. Oh no…thought Penny to herself. Did it mean that they knew she was her mother’s daughter? She doubted it could be but Caitlin had mentioned her green eyes. There was a possibility that they had their doubts like she had hers.
“I am still processing it,” Penny answered the questioning look Caitlin gave her. To think she was her aunt, it somewhere felt odd right now because she had known the woman as her cellmate in the establishment.
“There are many green eyes in this world, miss,” Damien commented, giving her a little amount of respect and not wanting to be rude if the woman did turn out to be who she was, “You are too sure to call her your niece.”
“I have no interest to build a false relationship, Mr. Quinn,” Caitlin gave the pure-blooded a smile, “I did get the name right.”
Penny nodded her head. She was right on that. How else would she have known unless she was her mother’s sister, “Earlier you said something about the siblings consummating physically, that would mean that…I have an uncle from my mother’s side?” she was not thrilled nor was she eager to know but it was good to get the facts right now.
“Yes,” the woman replied, making Penny sigh. And by her yes, it meant he was still alive, “He is the one who has been wanting to hunt me down and kill me, along with your mother…”
“Your sister-in-law is a crazy woman,” Damien commented.
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“I realized it after some time,” Caitlin smiled, acknowledging the truth that the black witch was bat shit crazy. Penny could see that their hate for her mother was something both of them were coming to bond on right now.
