Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Witches of East End. They belong to the creators, however in saying that I do own characters that you don't recognise such as – Aunt Juliette and her niece Isabella Marie.

Title: Shine A Light

Created: June 8, 2015

Chapter 01: A Power Sensed

In an old country house in the middle of Rochester, New York, lived two women, one young and one older. They had lived together for as long as they could remember. The older woman had seen countless generations pass through the walls and out into the world. The younger woman had chosen to stay with her to learn everything that she could.

"Hey Aunt Juliette, I felt something just now," a young woman called out to her aunt as she stood in the kitchen stirring cake batter. "I think it's from a couple of towns over,"

"Isabella Marie, are you sure?" her aunt questioned, walking back out of the study and through to the kitchen.

"I'm sure Aunt Juliette. Come with me to check it out?" Isabella asked, she was still stirring the cake batter only she wasn't using her hands. "It's an almost uncertain power...do you remember the story of Beauchamp's that you told me when I was a child?"

"Of course I do. Do you think this is what's causing your own powers to misbehave a little?" Aunt Juliette questioned, there was an air of uncertainty to her voice.

"I can handle myself Aunt Juliette, you know that I can. I've helped so many young witches over the years," Isabella hoped that it wasn't too late, she was often able to shield her powers from others to stop them sensing her. It was something that her Aunt Juliette had taught her.

"Leave at first light tomorrow, come we'll finish baking this cake of yours..." she paused briefly before she continued. "I know that you're planning on taking it with you as a peace offering," Aunt Juliette had a history with the Beauchamp's one that her niece didn't know much about at all, only the stories that she had been told.

"You would be right in assuming that, but you're hardly ever wrong are you?" the young woman questioned, laughing as she spoke while taking a hold of the wooden spoon that had started to have a mind of its own.

"My dear, I think it's time that I told you more about the Beauchamp's and who they are," Aunt Juliette motioned for Isabella to sit down with her at the counter. Isabella put the spoon down on the counter and then poured the batter in the ready and waiting cake pan before sticking it in the oven. "Isabella these women are not a like any that you have encountered before,"

"Oh I know Aunt Juliette, the dreams I've been having...sometimes they aren't just dreams," this was the first time that Isabella had revealed to her aunt that on one occasion she had ghosted. "I may have ghosted one night, to a library..." Ghosting was when one's conscious left and travelled at night.

"Isabella Marie! Why did you not inform me of this earlier?" Aunt Juliette questioned, staring at her niece who had lived with her for as long as she could remember. "Anyway, as I was saying Joanna, her daughters Ingrid and Freya, and her sister Wendy are not from this world..." Aunt Juliette paused before she continued. "They're from a place called Asgard, now I know you're thinking of Thor but not that Asgard,"

"You made no mention of Frederick, just now?" Isabella said out of the blue, she didn't know how she knew the name.

"Isabella, where did you hear that name? Never mind that, Joanna and Wendy are the daughters of King Nikolaus. He cursed Joanna with a never-ending motherhood – her daughters die repeatedly. Wendy herself was cursed with nine lives like a cat," Aunt Juliette told Isabella who was taking everything in as she listened to what she was saying.

"Cursed? Why would a father do that to his own children?" Isabella was now curious but that could wait until another time. "Frederick...I think he's the cause of the unrest in my power,"

"What makes you believe this?" Aunt Juliette queried, as the young woman pulled her hair back from her face, she wasn't ignoring Isabella's question, she just wasn't entirely sure on how to answer it.

"I'm not entirely certain, but it seems to be this way whenever something or someone new arrives," she was amazed that her Aunt had seemingly forgotten about her telling her of her ghosting experience. "Remember the last time? The cubby house in the neighbours yard disappeared and then reappeared three days later,"

"My dear one of the first times it happened, I distinctly remember you yelling 'Aunt Juliette the television's talking to me!'" Aunt Juliette exclaimed laughing a little as she did so. "Isabella, I won't be coming with you tomorrow. I think that it's time that you did this on your own, I will however call Joanna and warn her of your arrival,"

"Wait, Aunt Juliette. You never told me, how do you know so much of the Beauchamp's?" Isabella questioned, glancing at the oven to see how her cake was going. With a flicker of her eyes the oven switched off.

"A long time ago, around three hundred years ago..." Aunt Juliette watched as her niece's eyes went wider, she knew that she was old, but not that old. "Isabella Marie, you know that in all the generations of my children you are one of the few that inherited our gift. Your great-grandmother has it, as did hers and so on," Aunt Juliette had a twinkle in her eye as she spoke.

"Aunt Juliette, you're my...great times nine grandmother, yet we all call you Aunt...why is that?" Isabella queried, it was one thing that she had never quite understood. "You and Aunt Catarina, Uncle James and all, you're not really our aunts and uncles...you're too old..." Isabella stuck her tongue out at the older woman as she spoke.

"Isabella Marie Darlington! I may be you're great times nine as you put it grandmother but calling older relatives 'Aunt' is just something that we Darlington's have done always. Now, you must get some rest you have a little journey ahead of you," Aunt Juliette scolded Isabella for calling her old as she herself smirked at her. "Isabella, you must remember to keep your cool around the Beauchamp women. Joanna especially doesn't approve of the use of magic in the open,"

"Is there anything else that I need to be aware of, that I haven't already seen?" Isabella stated, thinking of some of the things that she had seen and felt over the past week.

That night Isabella fell into a deep sleep, she didn't dream, she tried to keep her strength as she knew that she would need it if she where to help the Beauchamp's. Isabella's, cousin Lucy was the only other person of her generation that had any inkling of power, she was also reluctant to use it.