Ember's fate was in his hand.
If he chose to ignore this, Ember would never be born. She would never exist.
He had a chance to decide. He had a choice to make.
If he did this dark magic spell and made Ember's existence possible, he would subject her to everything she had ever witnessed, expose her to the clutches of Lydia and revive her fate as a witch.
However, if he chose not to participate in the dark magic spell, there would never be an Ember in his life. Every traces on her on earth would be wiped off.
And, that was what Lydia wanted. That was why she had brought him back to this exact moment.
She wanted him to make the decision himself. She wanted him to decide Ember's faith and hopefully, erase Ember's existence.
And, if there was one thing he had learnt since meeting Lydia, it was not to do anything she desired.
So, he would be bringing Ember back to this world.
He would be reviving their love.
"What are you standing there for? It is almost sunset, we have to do the spell before the sun sets into the sky."
Briarly called out, placing every item for the spell on the table.
Dallas rushed over, shutting the door softly behind him.
"I found someone, Dallas."
Briarly suddenly blurted out, halting Dallas instantly.
Hr quirked a brow at him.
"She is so exquisite and pleasant. She is a seamstress down the road, by a corner. I'm doing this for her."
Briarly finalised, placing the human's heart on the turn page of the spell book, where the spell had been written.
"Is she immortal?"
"What?"
Briarly raised a brow.
"You are becoming an immortal because of her, correct?"
Briarly instantly nod, taken aback by Dallas's sudden interest on his personal life.
Dallas had never showed any interest on his personal affairs.
Infact, he had snubbed Briarly on several occasions.
It was news that he was suddenly interested in his affairs.
"What's her name?"
Dallas asked, shocking Briarly once more on his sudden interest of his life.
"E—Wait. Has Lydia done any harm to you? Why are you suddenly interested in my love life?"
Dallas poured small content of the blood on the paper spell book.
"We are friends. I should support the things you do. What are friends for, then?"
Briarly gazed at Dallas suspiciously, watching as Dallas got into the spell, chanting the spells into his palm.
He placed a finger over the human heart, caressing it gently.
"Meistemake sandelia."
Dallas muttered.
"Meistemake sandelia."
He proceeded muttering.
Abruptly, Dallas is hit with a vision.
At first, he sees Ember in his vision. She wore a gown. A victorian dress with a unique shade of blue and she was busy on a sewing machine, sewing compassionately and excitedly as she hummed blissfully.
Dallas flipped his eyes opened forcefully, halting the spell at once.
He stumbled back, blinking severally.
What was that vision he had just seen?
Wasn't that Ember in a Victorian dress?
Dallas suddenly turned towards Briarly.
"That girl, what is her name?"
Briarly frowned at Dallas, struggling to make sense of Dallas's question.
"What are you talking? What happened? Does it have to do with the spell?"
"Just tell me her name!"
Dallas bellowed, causing Ember to jump.
"Ember. That's her name. Now, will you tell me what is going on?"
Dallas didn't respond to him. Infact, he hadn't heard everything he had said after he had said Ember.
He was dazed, too stunned to speak.
Ember? In his witch era? How was that possible? Perhaps, it had been a striking resemblance with Ember and a similar name, coincidentally so.
It would make no sense that Ember Hall was live in his witch days, 80 years before she was born.
Dallas suddenly dashed out, ignoring Briarly's call after him.
He darted towards the seamstress shop where he had seen Ember blissfully sewing clothes.
It was only few buildings away from Willow Creek, completely visible to passersby. Especially those who were making it into Willow Creek.
So, how was it possible that he had no memory of it?
The shop had a French name. Enchantante.
It's font glittered in its gold shade and it looked rather captivating.
It was something anyone would have notice no matter how far away from the shop they walk past.
Why then, had he not recalled it at all?
Dallas walked into the shop, a bell chiming over it as he shut the door behind him softly.
A girl, petite stature and unique side profile, is bent over a sewing machine, straightening a dress and measuring it.
When she turned, Dallas's heart spinning as she did, Dallas recognized that she wasn't Ember.
She wasn't the woman he sort for.
He looked around.
The shop wasn't entirely large but, it was large enough for the owner to be considered wealthy.
That is, she would probably be a renowned seamstress in the area. Which brings him back to the unanswered question, why then had he not recalled it?
"My Lord, I believe we are Ember's fate was in his hand.
If he chose to ignore this, Ember would never be born. She would never exist.
He had a chance to decide. He had a choice to make.
If he did this dark magic spell and made Ember's existence possible, he would subject her to everything she had ever witnessed, expose her to the clutches of Lydia and revive her fate as a witch.
However, if he chose not to participate in the dark magic spell, there would never be an Ember in his life. Every traces on her on earth would be wiped off.
And, that was what Lydia wanted. That was why she had brought him back to this exact moment.
She wanted him to make the decision himself. She wanted him to decide Ember's faith and hopefully, erase Ember's existence.
And, if there was one thing he had learnt since meeting Lydia, it was not to do anything she desired.
So, he would be bringing Ember back to this world.
He would be reviving their love.
"What are you standing there for? It is almost sunset, we have to do the spell before the sun sets into the sky."
Briarly called out, placing every item for the spell on the table.
Dallas rushed over, shutting the door softly behind him.
"I found someone, Dallas."
Briarly suddenly blurted out, halting Dallas instantly.
Hr quirked a brow at him.
"She is so exquisite and pleasant. She is a seamstress down the road, by a corner. I'm doing this for her."
Briarly finalised, placing the human's heart on the turn page of the spell book, where the spell had been written.
"Is she immortal?"
"What?"
Briarly raised a brow.
"You are becoming an immortal because of her, correct?"
Briarly instantly nod, taken aback by Dallas's sudden interest on his personal life.
Dallas had never showed any interest on his personal affairs.
Infact, he had snubbed Briarly on several occasions.
It was news that he was suddenly interested in his affairs.
"What's her name?"
Dallas asked, shocking Briarly once more on his sudden interest of his life.
"E—Wait. Has Lydia done any harm to you? Why are you suddenly interested in my love life?"
Dallas poured small content of the blood on the paper spell book.
"We are friends. I should support the things you do. What are friends for, then?"
Briarly gazed at Dallas suspiciously, watching as Dallas got into the spell, chanting the spells into his palm.
He placed a finger over the human heart, caressing it gently.
"Meistemake sandelia."
Dallas muttered.
"Meistemake sandelia."
He proceeded muttering.
Abruptly, Dallas is hit with a vision.
At first, he sees Ember in his vision. She wore a gown. A victorian dress with a unique shade of blue and she was busy on a sewing machine, sewing compassionately and excitedly as she hummed blissfully.
Dallas flipped his eyes opened forcefully, halting the spell at once.
He stumbled back, blinking severally.
What was that vision he had just seen?
Wasn't that Ember in a Victorian dress?
Dallas suddenly turned towards Briarly.
"That girl, what is her name?"
Briarly frowned at Dallas, struggling to make sense of Dallas's question.
"What are you talking? What happened? Does it have to do with the spell?"
"Just tell me her name!"
Dallas bellowed, causing Ember to jump.
"Ember. That's her name. Now, will you tell me what is going on?"
Dallas didn't respond to him. Infact, he hadn't heard everything he had said after he had said Ember.
He was dazed, too stunned to speak.
Ember? In his witch era? How was that possible? Perhaps, it had been a striking resemblance with Ember and a similar name, coincidentally so.
It would make no sense that Ember Hall was live in his witch days, 80 years before she was born.
Dallas suddenly dashed out, ignoring Briarly's call after him.
He darted towards the seamstress shop where he had seen Ember blissfully sewing clothes.
It was only few buildings away from Willow Creek, completely visible to passersby. Especially those who were making it into Willow Creek.
So, how was it possible that he had no memory of it?
The shop had a French name. Enchantante.
It's font glittered in its gold shade and it looked rather captivating.
It was something anyone would have notice no matter how far away from the shop they walk past.
Why then, had he not recalled it at all?
Dallas walked into the shop, a bell chiming over it as he shut the door behind him softly.
A girl, petite stature and unique side profile, is bent over a sewing machine, straightening a dress and measuring it.
When she turned, Dallas's heart spinning as she did, Dallas recognized that she wasn't Ember.
She wasn't the woman he sort for.
He looked around.
The shop wasn't entirely large but, it was large enough for the owner to be considered wealthy.
That is, she would probably be a renowned seamstress in the area. Which brings him back to the unanswered question, why then had he not recalled it?
"My Lord, I believe we are Ember's fate was in his hand.
If he chose to ignore this, Ember would never be born. She would never exist.
He had a chance to decide. He had a choice to make.
If he did this dark magic spell and made Ember's existence possible, he would subject her to everything she had ever witnessed, expose her to the clutches of Lydia and revive her fate as a witch.
However, if he chose not to participate in the dark magic spell, there would never be an Ember in his life. Every traces on her on earth would be wiped off.
And, that was what Lydia wanted. That was why she had brought him back to this exact moment.
She wanted him to make the decision himself. She wanted him to decide Ember's faith and hopefully, erase Ember's existence.
And, if there was one thing he had learnt since meeting Lydia, it was not to do anything she desired.
So, he would be bringing Ember back to this world.
He would be reviving their love.
"What are you standing there for? It is almost sunset, we have to do the spell before the sun sets into the sky."
Briarly called out, placing every item for the spell on the table.
Dallas rushed over, shutting the door softly behind him.
"I found someone, Dallas."
Briarly suddenly blurted out, halting Dallas instantly.
Hr quirked a brow at him.
"She is so exquisite and pleasant. She is a seamstress down the road, by a corner. I'm doing this for her."
Briarly finalised, placing the human's heart on the turn page of the spell book, where the spell had been written.
"Is she immortal?"
"What?"
Briarly raised a brow.
"You are becoming an immortal because of her, correct?"
Briarly instantly nod, taken aback by Dallas's sudden interest on his personal life.
Dallas had never showed any interest on his personal affairs.
Infact, he had snubbed Briarly on several occasions.
It was news that he was suddenly interested in his affairs.
"What's her name?"
Dallas asked, shocking Briarly once more on his sudden interest of his life.
"E—Wait. Has Lydia done any harm to you? Why are you suddenly interested in my love life?"
Dallas poured small content of the blood on the paper spell book.
"We are friends. I should support the things you do. What are friends for, then?"
Briarly gazed at Dallas suspiciously, watching as Dallas got into the spell, chanting the spells into his palm.
He placed a finger over the human heart, caressing it gently.
"Meistemake sandelia."
Dallas muttered.
"Meistemake sandelia."
He proceeded muttering.
Abruptly, Dallas is hit with a vision.
At first, he sees Ember in his vision. She wore a gown. A victorian dress with a unique shade of blue and she was busy on a sewing machine, sewing compassionately and excitedly as she hummed blissfully.
Dallas flipped his eyes opened forcefully, halting the spell at once.
He stumbled back, blinking severally.
What was that vision he had just seen?
Wasn't that Ember in a Victorian dress?
Dallas suddenly turned towards Briarly.
"That girl, what is her name?"
Briarly frowned at Dallas, struggling to make sense of Dallas's question.
"What are you talking? What happened? Does it have to do with the spell?"
"Just tell me her name!"
Dallas bellowed, causing Ember to jump.
"Ember. That's her name. Now, will you tell me what is going on?"
Dallas didn't respond to him. Infact, he hadn't heard everything he had said after he had said Ember.
He was dazed, too stunned to speak.
Ember? In his witch era? How was that possible? Perhaps, it had been a striking resemblance with Ember and a similar name, coincidentally so.
It would make no sense that Ember Hall was live in his witch days, 80 years before she was born.
Dallas suddenly dashed out, ignoring Briarly's call after him.
He darted towards the seamstress shop where he had seen Ember blissfully sewing clothes.
It was only few buildings away from Willow Creek, completely visible to passersby. Especially those who were making it into Willow Creek.
So, how was it possible that he had no memory of it?
The shop had a French name. Enchantante.
It's font glittered in its gold shade and it looked rather captivating.
It was something anyone would have notice no matter how far away from the shop they walk past.
Why then, had he not recalled it at all?
Dallas walked into the shop, a bell chiming over it as he shut the door behind him softly.
A girl, petite stature and unique side profile, is bent over a sewing machine, straightening a dress and measuring it.
When she turned, Dallas's heart spinning as she did, Dallas recognized that she wasn't Ember.
She wasn't the woman he sort for.
He looked around.
The shop wasn't entirely large but, it was large enough for the owner to be considered wealthy.
That is, she would probably be a renowned seamstress in the area. Which brings him back to the unanswered question, why then had he not recalled it?
"My Lord, I believe we are Ember's fate was in his hand.
If he chose to ignore this, Ember would never be born. She would never exist.
He had a chance to decide. He had a choice to make.
If he did this dark magic spell and made Ember's existence possible, he would subject her to everything she had ever witnessed, expose her to the clutches of Lydia and revive her fate as a witch.
However, if he chose not to participate in the dark magic spell, there would never be an Ember in his life. Every traces on her on earth would be wiped off.
And, that was what Lydia wanted. That was why she had brought him back to this exact moment.
She wanted him to make the decision himself. She wanted him to decide Ember's faith and hopefully, erase Ember's existence.
And, if there was one thing he had learnt since meeting Lydia, it was not to do anything she desired.
So, he would be bringing Ember back to this world.
He would be reviving their love.
"What are you standing there for? It is almost sunset, we have to do the spell before the sun sets into the sky."
Briarly called out, placing every item for the spell on the table.
Dallas rushed over, shutting the door softly behind him.
"I found someone, Dallas."
Briarly suddenly blurted out, halting Dallas instantly.
Hr quirked a brow at him.
"She is so exquisite and pleasant. She is a seamstress down the road, by a corner. I'm doing this for her."
Briarly finalised, placing the human's heart on the turn page of the spell book, where the spell had been written.
"Is she immortal?"
"What?"
Briarly raised a brow.
"You are becoming an immortal because of her, correct?"
Briarly instantly nod, taken aback by Dallas's sudden interest on his personal life.
Dallas had never showed any interest on his personal affairs.
Infact, he had snubbed Briarly on several occasions.
It was news that he was suddenly interested in his affairs.
"What's her name?"
Dallas asked, shocking Briarly once more on his sudden interest of his life.
"E—Wait. Has Lydia done any harm to you? Why are you suddenly interested in my love life?"
Dallas poured small content of the blood on the paper spell book.
"We are friends. I should support the things you do. What are friends for, then?"
Briarly gazed at Dallas suspiciously, watching as Dallas got into the spell, chanting the spells into his palm.
He placed a finger over the human heart, caressing it gently.
"Meistemake sandelia."
Dallas muttered.
"Meistemake sandelia."
He proceeded muttering.
Abruptly, Dallas is hit with a vision.
At first, he sees Ember in his vision. She wore a gown. A victorian dress with a unique shade of blue and she was busy on a sewing machine, sewing compassionately and excitedly as she hummed blissfully.
Dallas flipped his eyes opened forcefully, halting the spell at once.
He stumbled back, blinking severally.
What was that vision he had just seen?
Wasn't that Ember in a Victorian dress?
Dallas suddenly turned towards Briarly.
"That girl, what is her name?"
Briarly frowned at Dallas, struggling to make sense of Dallas's question.
"What are you talking? What happened? Does it have to do with the spell?"
"Just tell me her name!"
Dallas bellowed, causing Ember to jump.
"Ember. That's her name. Now, will you tell me what is going on?"
Dallas didn't respond to him. Infact, he hadn't heard everything he had said after he had said Ember.
He was dazed, too stunned to speak.
Ember? In his witch era? How was that possible? Perhaps, it had been a striking resemblance with Ember and a similar name, coincidentally so.
It would make no sense that Ember Hall was live in his witch days, 80 years before she was born.
Dallas suddenly dashed out, ignoring Briarly's call after him.
He darted towards the seamstress shop where he had seen Ember blissfully sewing clothes.
It was only few buildings away from Willow Creek, completely visible to passersby. Especially those who were making it into Willow Creek.
So, how was it possible that he had no memory of it?
The shop had a French name. Enchantante.
It's font glittered in its gold shade and it looked rather captivating.
It was something anyone would have notice no matter how far away from the shop they walk past.
Why then, had he not recalled it at all?
Dallas walked into the shop, a bell chiming over it as he shut the door behind him softly.
A girl, petite stature and unique side profile, is bent over a sewing machine, straightening a dress and measuring it.
When she turned, Dallas's heart spinning as she did, Dallas recognized that she wasn't Ember.
She wasn't the woman he sort for.
He looked around.
The shop wasn't entirely large but, it was large enough for the owner to be considered wealthy.
That is, she would probably be a renowned seamstress in the area. Which brings him back to the unanswered question, why then had he not recalled it?
"My Lord, I believe we are Ember's fate was in his hand.
If he chose to ignore this, Ember would never be born. She would never exist.
He had a chance to decide. He had a choice to make.
If he did this dark magic spell and made Ember's existence possible, he would subject her to everything she had ever witnessed, expose her to the clutches of Lydia and revive her fate as a witch.
However, if he chose not to participate in the dark magic spell, there would never be an Ember in his life. Every traces on her on earth would be wiped off.
And, that was what Lydia wanted. That was why she had brought him back to this exact moment.
She wanted him to make the decision himself. She wanted him to decide Ember's faith and hopefully, erase Ember's existence.
And, if there was one thing he had learnt since meeting Lydia, it was not to do anything she desired.
So, he would be bringing Ember back to this world.
He would be reviving their love.
"What are you standing there for? It is almost sunset, we have to do the spell before the sun sets into the sky."
Briarly called out, placing every item for the spell on the table.
Dallas rushed over, shutting the door softly behind him.
"I found someone, Dallas."
Briarly suddenly blurted out, halting Dallas instantly.
Hr quirked a brow at him.
"She is so exquisite and pleasant. She is a seamstress down the road, by a corner. I'm doing this for her."
Briarly finalised, placing the human's heart on the turn page of the spell book, where the spell had been written.
"Is she immortal?"
"What?"
Briarly raised a brow.
"You are becoming an immortal because of her, correct?"
Briarly instantly nod, taken aback by Dallas's sudden interest on his personal life.
Dallas had never showed any interest on his personal affairs.
Infact, he had snubbed Briarly on several occasions.
It was news that he was suddenly interested in his affairs.
"What's her name?"
Dallas asked, shocking Briarly once more on his sudden interest of his life.
"E—Wait. Has Lydia done any harm to you? Why are you suddenly interested in my love life?"
Dallas poured small content of the blood on the paper spell book.
"We are friends. I should support the things you do. What are friends for, then?"
Briarly gazed at Dallas suspiciously, watching as Dallas got into the spell, chanting the spells into his palm.
He placed a finger over the human heart, caressing it gently.
"Meistemake sandelia."
Dallas muttered.
"Meistemake sandelia."
He proceeded muttering.
Abruptly, Dallas is hit with a vision.
At first, he sees Ember in his vision. She wore a gown. A victorian dress with a unique shade of blue and she was busy on a sewing machine, sewing compassionately and excitedly as she hummed blissfully.
Dallas flipped his eyes opened forcefully, halting the spell at once.
He stumbled back, blinking severally.
What was that vision he had just seen?
Wasn't that Ember in a Victorian dress?
Dallas suddenly turned towards Briarly.
"That girl, what is her name?"
Briarly frowned at Dallas, struggling to make sense of Dallas's question.
"What are you talking? What happened? Does it have to do with the spell?"
"Just tell me her name!"
Dallas bellowed, causing Ember to jump.
"Ember. That's her name. Now, will you tell me what is going on?"
Dallas didn't respond to him. Infact, he hadn't heard everything he had said after he had said Ember.
He was dazed, too stunned to speak.
Ember? In his witch era? How was that possible? Perhaps, it had been a striking resemblance with Ember and a similar name, coincidentally so.
It would make no sense that Ember Hall was live in his witch days, 80 years before she was born.
Dallas suddenly dashed out, ignoring Briarly's call after him.
He darted towards the seamstress shop where he had seen Ember blissfully sewing clothes.
It was only few buildings away from Willow Creek, completely visible to passersby. Especially those who were making it into Willow Creek.
So, how was it possible that he had no memory of it?
The shop had a French name. Enchantante.
It's font glittered in its gold shade and it looked rather captivating.
It was something anyone would have notice no matter how far away from the shop they walk past.
Why then, had he not recalled it at all?
Dallas walked into the shop, a bell chiming over it as he shut the door behind him softly.
A girl, petite stature and unique side profile, is bent over a sewing machine, straightening a dress and measuring it.
When she turned, Dallas's heart spinning as she did, Dallas recognized that she wasn't Ember.
She wasn't the woman he sort for.
He looked around.
The shop wasn't entirely large but, it was large enough for the owner to be considered wealthy.
That is, she would probably be a renowned seamstress in the area. Which brings him back to the unanswered question, why then had he not recalled it?
"My Lord, I believe we are