Chapter 101: Chapter 101 The Mother’s Letter
Victoria
Leo remained tense. "You knew what she was?"
Thomas nodded. "Of course. Who do you think helped her maintain this place? Your father—" he looked directly at me "—loved your mother dearly, but even he didn’t fully understand what she was creating here."
"And what exactly was she creating?" I asked, stepping out from behind Leo despite his protective arm trying to keep me back.
Thomas smiled, revealing teeth that seemed too perfect for a man his age. "A lifeline. An anchor. A way back to you."
He shuffled toward a particular section of the greenhouse where massive climbing vines had formed a canopy overhead. "On the day she gave birth to you, all the flowers in the garden bloomed in full, a miraculous sight I’ll never forget. I became the one to help her construct this place. After Luna Elizabeth realized her identity might be exposed, she began creating this as a contingency—a repository of fairy knowledge and power that could only be accessed by her daughter."
"Why didn’t you tell me sooner?" I demanded, unexpected anger flaring.
"You weren’t ready," Thomas replied simply. " Your connection to them was too weak, your understanding too limited. But now..." he gestured to the vines overhead, which were beginning to glow with a soft blue light, "they recognize you’re ready to receive your mother’s final gift."
As if responding to his words, the vines parted, revealing a section of stone flooring etched with symbols that matched those on the wooden door. In the center was a circular depression that looked precisely the right size for...
"The key," I whispered, already moving forward.
I knelt on the cool stone and placed the silver key into the depression. It sank in smoothly, then began to turn on its own. The symbols etched in the floor illuminated one by one, creating a spiral of light that expanded outward. Then, silently, a section of the floor slid away, revealing a staircase descending into darkness.
Thomas remained where he was. "This journey is for the two of you alone," he explained. "I’m merely the keeper of the outer sanctuary."
Leo’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. "And how do we know we can trust you?"
The old man chuckled. "You don’t. But she does." He nodded toward me. "Or rather, her blood does. Ask the plants if you doubt me."
Strangely, I understood what he meant. Closing my eyes briefly, I opened my senses to the greenhouse around us. The plants exuded nothing but trust and respect toward Thomas—emotions so clear they might as well have spoken aloud.
"He’s safe." I confirmed to Leo. "He’s been protecting this place for my mother."
Leo didn’t look entirely convinced but nodded once in acknowledgment.
"We’ll return shortly," I told Thomas before following Leo down the stairs.
The stairway descended in a tight spiral for what felt like several stories before opening into a chamber that took my breath away. Unlike the wild greenery above, this space was meticulously organized. Shelves lined the circular walls, filled with ancient-looking texts, bottles containing shimmering liquids, and various crystals that seemed to pulse with inner light. At the center stood a pedestal of white marble, upon which lay three objects: a slender wand carved from what appeared to be moonstone, a leather-bound book with no title, and a sealed envelope with my name written in elegant script.
"Victoria," Leo murmured, his voice hushed with awe. "What is this place?"
"My inheritance," I whispered, understanding flowing through me like water. "The fairy half of my heritage that my mother couldn’t openly share while she was alive."
I approached the pedestal slowly, drawn first to the letter that bore my name. My hands trembled slightly as I broke the seal—a wax impression of a rose intertwined with a crescent moon.
Leo moved closer, his warm presence steadying me as I unfolded the parchment and began to read aloud:
*My dearest Victoria,*
*If you’re reading this, then my worst fears have come to pass, and Marcus Grimwood has succeeded in separating us. But take heart, my darling girl, for while he may have captured my body, he has never possessed my spirit or my power.*
*For years, I have allowed him to believe he controls me completely. All the while, I’ve been gathering my strength, biding my time, and preparing for your awakening. The blood that flows through your veins is more powerful than you can imagine—wolf and fairy together create magic that hasn’t been seen in our world for centuries.*
*Marcus believes he will harness my essence during the Blood Moon ritual, but he doesn’t understand that I’ve already transferred the purest part of my power to you through our blood bond. What remains in me is but a shadow—enough to keep him interested, never enough to give him what he truly desires.*
*The wand will amplify your natural abilities and help you channel powers that are still dormant within you.and the grimoire contains the collected wisdom of twelve generations of fairy guardians. Study it quickly, focus on the sections marked with red thread.*
*Most importantly, remember this: Marcus cannot complete the ritual without blood freely given by a fairy of royal lineage. He believes my captivity has broken my will, that when the moment comes, I will be unable to resist his compulsion. He is wrong. No matter what happens, I will never willingly surrender my essence to him.*
*Come to me before then. I will be waiting, gathering what strength I can to assist in your plan.*
*I have loved you every moment of every day we’ve been apart, my beautiful daughter. The plants have been my eyes, allowing me glimpses of you as you’ve grown. I’ve seen your kindness, your resilience, your growing power. I could not be prouder of the woman you’ve become.*
*And to the wolf who stands beside you now—for I know in my heart you will not face this alone—guard my daughter well. The bond you share with her is written in the stars themselves.*
*With all my love and the power of our ancestors.*
*Mother (Elisabeth)"*
Tears streamed down my face as I finished reading. Leo’s arm slipped around my waist, steadying me as emotion threatened to overwhelm me.
"She knew," I whispered. "All this time, she was fighting him in her own way."
"She’s incredibly brave," Leo said softly. "Now I see where you get it from."
I carefully folded the letter and placed it in my pocket, then turned my attention to the moonstone wand. It called to me with an almost magnetic pull. When my fingers closed around it, energy surged through my body with such intensity that I gasped. The room around us brightened as light seemed to pour from my skin.
"Victoria?" Leo’s voice held concern, but he didn’t pull away from me. "What’s happening?"
Acting on pure instinct, I closed my eyes and channeled the rushing energy downward, into the stone floor beneath my feet. Immediately, tiny green shoots began pushing up through invisible cracks in the stone. Within seconds, they grew into delicate ferns that curled around my ankles like affectionate cats.
"Holy shit," Leo breathed, watching as the ferns continued to grow, forming intricate patterns across the floor. "Is that you doing that?"
I nodded, amazed at how natural it felt. "It’s like they’ve been waiting for my command." I concentrated harder, focusing on the largest fern. "Rise," I whispered.
The plant shuddered, then began to change. Its stem thickened and straightened, the fronds rearranging themselves into something that resembled arms and a head. Within moments, a crude but recognizable humanoid figure stood before us, swaying slightly as if listening for instructions.
"Life giver," Leo murmured, recognition in his voice. "The ancient texts mention fairy royals with this ability—they could grant temporary consciousness to plants, create guardians and messengers from the living earth itself."
I stared at him in surprise. "How do you know that?"
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "I’ve been researching fairy lore since the moment I realized what you were. "
The plant figure bowed to me, then dissolved back into a normal fern, leaving me stunned at what I’d just accomplished.
"Could you do that with larger plants?" Leo asked, his tactical mind clearly already considering the possibilities.
"I think so," I said slowly, reaching for the grimoire.
Leo’s expression grew focused, determined. "This changes our approach. If you can animate the trees near Marcus’s compound..."
"We’d have allies on the inside," I finished his thought. "Silent sentinels that could create a distraction when needed."
"Or more," Leo added, eyes gleaming with new possibilities. "They could help us locate your mother precisely, maybe even help free her before the ritual begins."
I flipped through the grimoire, marveling at the ancient knowledge recorded in its pages. "I’ll need to study these over the next two days," I said, closing the book carefully. "The day after tomorrow, we can face Marcus in the ultimate battle."
Leo nodded. "I look forward to your transformation."