[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#B22222]Cassiopeia Hood[/color][/h2][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/f50d353ba90047f0ad9707f170596609/tumblr_ogyf9rFegy1r23joco6_r1_400.gif[/img][hr][color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Warehouse -- Wichita, Kansas
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	Cassiopeia watched the girl get handed a jewelry box, spotting a place to insert the key and moved to try and get a better look at what would happen when the key was inserted but she became distracted by the gruff, rogish looking man. She looked him up and down, he seemed to give off the vibe of power but he didn’t look like the wizard Merlin but then again, Disney’s interpretation was always more fluff than truth. Cassiopeia followed her sister but eyed Merlin. [color=#B22222]”What about our parents meeting us again? When do we get to meet them?”[/color] She pushed past the niceties of small talk and got right down to business.
	Each step the sisters took was a step closer to knowing their family history and getting some real answers. Cassiopeia was growing more curious and impatient by the minute. How many more people would they have to wait for or would they be leaving in stages. There were too many questions and not enough answers. 

[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#F08080]Willow Jones[/color][/h2][img]http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/34400000/Klaus-Mikaelson-Caroline-Forbes-klaus-and-caroline-34448889-245-245.gif[/img][hr][color=#F08080]Location:[/color] Warehouse
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	Willow sat down at the side table with her jewelry box and looked it over very carefully. It was beautiful and well made, that much she could see but it was also an antique. A family heirloom perhaps. Willow took a breath and inserted the key. The box opened easily, not showing its age in the least. Willow tucked the key back around her neck before opening the box. She stared at its contents for a moment, taking it in. Inside there was a picture of a [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/632050564846583809/715016356726046790/unknown.png]woman[/url] and a picture of Willow as a baby. She only knew this because of looking at many of her baby photos that her adoptive mother took. Willow started to silently cry, knowing that the woman was her mother and she marveled at how beautiful she looked and slowly pieced the similarities between the two of them together. What else did they share, she wondered. 
	Willow set the pictures aside and found another note, with what looked to be Willow’s true name: [i][color=#F08080]Willow Figlia di Aurora[/color][/i]. Along with the words: [i]”Trust in Merlin, he will keep you safe."[/i] Willow held the note, reading the words and her name before looking at the picture of her mother again. [i]Aurora[/i]... Could that mean her mother was Sleeping Beauty?
	She became aware of others in the room now and shut everything back into the box and turned her attention to the room. Two other women seemed to have entered and the one was already questioning Merlin. She looked over at Annabelle and stood, carrying her jewelry box close and stood with her friend. Willow hoped her mother was alright, she had the crushing sensation that she wasn’t.