Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Just as the tension in the grand hall reached its breaking point, a new figure entered, causing all heads to turn.

Angelina, the very person whose absence had been at the heart of the conflict, walked into the hall with purposeful strides. She moved past the shocked onlookers and came to a stop beside Jaegar, her eyes softening as they met his, checking if he was okay.

After a moment, Angelina turned to face Oceana and the rest of the assembled witches, her gaze sweeping across the hall before settling on the Coven's leader.

Her voice, when she spoke, was filled with quiet but unmistakable anger. "What is the meaning of this, Oceana? Yasmine? Is this what you call respect? Is this how you treat me?"

Angelina's words cut through the tension like a knife. "You all know very well how much Jaegar means to me. He is my grandson. You dare harm my grandson?"

A collective gasp echoed through the hall.

Jaegar, still reeling from the magical assault, looked up at Angelina in confusion.

Except for Yasmine, whose face remained impassive, everyone in the hall wore expressions of utter shock.

Oceana, her earlier confidence shattered, stuttered as she tried to process this revelation. "What are you talking about, Mother? Your grandson!"

Angelina's voice boomed through the hall, leaving no room for doubt. "Yes, he is my grandson. My daughter Augusta's son."

The silence that followed was deafening.

To most of those present, Angelina had always been known as unmarried and childless. The idea that she not only had a daughter but a grandson as well seemed impossible. And those women who intend to climb the ranks of Witchspire shouldn't marry or have any family. They were to completely abide and dedicate their lives to the spire. It was a strict rule followed by everyone in the spire, and Angelina had been in the spire for several decades now, but no one knew that she had a child.

Only Yasmine, standing apart from the others, showed no surprise at this revelation.

"My grandson doesn't need to answer your questions," Angelina continued, her tone brooking no argument. "As for the labyrinth, the prophecy made by our ancestors is clear."

Jaegar, still confused by this turn of events, struggled to his feet.

Angelina turned to him, her stern expression melting into one of concern as she asked if he was alright.

Oceana, recovering somewhat from her shock, pressed on. "This is the reason why we are holding him responsible. See what he's done to you? You have abandoned your role, and now you're claiming him as your grandson. Just because you treated Augusta as your daughter doesn't make you his grandmother."

Angelina's face darkened with anger at these words, but before she could respond, Yasmine stepped forward.

"Oceana, you should stop," Yasmine said, her voice calm but firm.

She then turned to Angelina, her expression grave. "You should take him to the healing hall. Meanwhile, we will think about what to do with the issue at hand. You know that this will harm the very Spire you dreamed of and protected all these years."

Angelina paused, considering Yasmine's words.

After a moment, she nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in this course of action. Without another word, she gently took Jaegar's arm and led him out of the hall.

As they left, the grand hall erupted into a flurry of whispered conversations. The witches, still trying to process the shocking revelations, huddled in small groups, their eyes darting between Oceana, Yasmine, and the door through which Angelina and Jaegar had departed.

Jaegar, for his part, felt as if he had been caught in a whirlwind. His mind raced with questions.

Angelina was his grandmother?

As they made their way through the Spire's winding corridors towards the healing hall, Jaegar struggled to find his voice.

When he finally spoke, his words were barely above a whisper.

"Master? What... what's going on?"

Angelina's grip on his arm tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. "There's much to explain, Jaegar," she said, her voice heavy with the weight of long-held secrets. "But first, we need to tend to your wounds. The healing hall isn't far now."

Jaegar nodded, realising that his body ached from the magical assault he had endured.

Behind them, in the grand hall, the future of the Spire and perhaps the entire magical community hung in the balance.

*

As Angelina and Jaegar disappeared around the corner, the grand hall erupted into chaos. The silence that had reigned during the confrontation shattered, replaced by a cacophony of voices all speaking at once.

Questions flew back and forth, each more urgent than the last.

"What did she just say?"

"Angelina has a grandson?"

"How is this possible?"

"Is it true?"

The confusion was palpable, with witches turning to one another seeking answers that none of them possessed. The foundations of their understanding of Angelina had been shaken to the core.

Amidst the growing tumult, Yasmine stepped forward, her presence commanding attention even in the chaos. She raised her hands, calling for silence, and gradually, the noise died down as all eyes turned to her.

"Please, calm yourselves," Yasmine said, her voice steady and reassuring. "I know you all have questions. What Angelina revealed is indeed the truth, and it's time you knew the whole story."

A collective intake of breath swept through the hall. Yasmine, sensing the weight of the moment, continued.

"I know this may come as betrayal, but we did what had to be done. The circumstances have led us here."

"Angelina and I have been keeping this secret for many years. I am the only one who knew the truth about Angelina and Augusta." Yasmine's eyes swept across the assembled witches, noting their shocked expressions. "It was a burden we carried to protect not just Angelina and her family, but the Spire itself."

Oceana, still reeling from the revelations and her confrontation with Jaegar, stepped forward. "Yasmine, how... how long have you known this?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Yasmine's gaze softened as it landed on Oceana. "Since the beginning."