she is a gray witch

Had it not been for Crimson holding her, Artemis could have fallen on the floor with the shocking in unbelievable truth as her body went all cold and numb.

"Artemis…" He held her small frame and steadied her. "Are you alright?" Her eyes were lowered as a number of past events flashed in her mind.  

So the doubt which for a moment set in her heart was real regarding Alora being her Lora. She knew it. She sensed it. The mother's heart can never lie. The same eyes, witch genes, her touch but her age..

"She told me she is nineteen!" Artemis mumbled, still not getting over the shock. There were still so many questions revolving in her mind to validate her identity. 

Crimson sighed. "What she told you are lies. Her age or whatever else she said that night." 

Lies? 

Artemis finally looked up. It means she was more than twenty and a born witch like her.