Chapter One

She lay on the bed of her shack, watching as her growing abdomen tumbled and moved. There were two living beings inside, two precious, beautiful girls. She could already see her daughters in her mind's eye as she had the gift of foresight. She couldn't believe that she was already six months along and that very soon, she would be holding two adorable babies in her loving arms. She had waited such a LONG time to become a mother.

Misty Day had been living alone almost all of her life. Her own family hadn't accepted; they had rejected her, kicking her out when she was merely a child, because she had been different. Misty had been born a witch.

She had came into her powers almost from the beginning, knowing instinctively how to levitate objects, making sure that the dessert she adored or the rag doll that she wanted floated through the air and landed in her tiny hands. For her, it was an amazing and exciting gift, but to her parents and siblings, it was terrifying. They pushed her out to live on the streets when she was but a young teen. She lived like a gypsy, wearing long scraps of cloth to cover her budding body in colorful drapes while searching aimlessly for someone to love and accept her.

She thought she had found it when she discovered the church. The other church members had been so good to her. Some even helped her get back on her feet, providing her with a modest place to stay and the essentials she needed to survive. They didn't know that she was almost a century old by that point. She didn't tell them about her "gifts." She did not look a day over 37.

One day, during an outdoor church service, Misty noticed a hurt and forlorn baby bird. It was lying on the grass so still as it had been carelessly stepped on. Misty picked up the tiny bird and cooed to it gently, using her mystical powers of resurgence to bring the bird back to life. It regained its strength as it fluttered, flying out of her gentle hands.

Misty was smiling. She wanted to sing her praises to the Great One up above. How she loved all things of nature, especially the plants and the animals. She had adored that precious baby bird.

She did not realize that the members of her church were staring. They had seen what Misty had done when she revived the bird. The crowd gasped in fear, "Witch! Daughter of the devil!" As she fainted and fell on the ground, they quickly gathered round her.

A great deal of strength had been needed to revive the bird, causing Misty to pass out. As she lay there entirely helpless, her 'friends' from the church drug her away. She awakened as they pulled her by her feet through the grass, saying urgently how they must dispose of the evil witch.

"I am not a witch! I am me - I am Misty!" she wanted to cry out, but she knew they would not hear her. Their only intention was to destroy the one they had called a witch.

Although she sobbed, they tied her to a stake in the middle of the forest, setting her clothing aflame. Her worst nightmare had come true. She was roasting alive while the members of the church whom she had called her friends were laughing at her pain and suffering. Misty Day went up in a dark cloud of smoke.

It took days for her burned and bloodless body to make it to the safety of the swampland. The muddy water there next to the deserted shack was highly rejuvenating. Misty had learned of its powers so long ago. Somehow, despite all the odds, she brought herself back to life and with her own healing powers of rejuvenation, she was as good as new. After what happened, she swore never to trust or to love again, but she did anyway. She needed someone - someone special to love; someone to which she could belong. Her heart ached for it, but no matter how she wished, it never happened.

She was sadly completely and totally alone.

For years she barely saw a sign of human life and what she did see did not impress her. Men came, destructing the land and the animals. Misty made them pay, each and every one. She made them regret the harm they had caused to her beloved nature.

She spent her days dancing and singing, listening to Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks on her portable radio as her heart was growing and her powers were becoming stronger.

Then two young people came into her life - Zoe Benson and Kyle Spencer. Misty had never seen such a love before like what existed between these two incredible beings. Misty was drawn to them and wanted to help them. Kyle had been killed in a bus accident and Zoe along with another young witch named Madison Montgomery had brought him back to life with a powerful spell. Sadly though, he was broken, with pieces of body parts haphazardly sewn together, giving him the look of some sort of gruesome Frankenstein's monster.

Smiling at the young couple who seemed frightened, Misty promised to help. She brought them back to her shack, where she applied the healing mud of the swamps to Kyle's scars. With her tender loving care, she began to gradually heal him. Zoe watched in fascination and amazement at what she saw Misty doing to help Kyle.

"Thank you for helping him," Zoe said as she was in awe of Misty's abilities.

"It is my pleasure," Misty said sweetly. "You can leave him here with me, and when you come back, he'll be a new man. He will be all better."

"I couldn't possibly leave him," Zoe said as she caressed Kyle's cheek so tenderly while he groaned in agony.

"I promise - I will take excellent care of him. He'll be just fine," Misty insisted.

Zoe looked uneasy about leaving Kyle, but eventually she gave in. Her heart told her she could trust Misty. She kissed Kyle and told him she would be back for him someday soon. Misty gave Zoe a loving hug and then returned to Kyle's side to care for him.

After Zoe left, Kyle gasped and yelped in pain. Misty applied more of the healing mud to his angry wounds. She cradled his head in her lap like a child and promised to make him well again. As she caressed his hair, he eventually fell into a troubled sleep.

It took weeks of tender, loving care, but eventually, Kyle's physical wounds had healed remarkably. However, the bleeding sores on his soul would require Zoe's special kind of love. When Zoe came to thank Misty and take Kyle home, Misty was heartbroken. "Please don't take him," she pleaded.

"I have to," said Zoe. "Kyle belongs with me. Why don't you come with us?"

"I couldn't," Misty said as she was afraid of the outside world and everything she had learned about it. She knew there was great evil beyond the swamps and she didn't want to experience it ever again. Still, even so, she felt a deep bond with Zoe and Kyle.

"Misty, you could become part of our Coven," Zoe suggested.

Misty shook her head as sorrowful tears gushed from her eyes. The two she loved the most in the world were leaving her - Zoe and Kyle. She loved them like they were her own children.

"We'll come back to visit you. I promise," Zoe said after she kissed Misty's cheek and tasted her tears.

"Kyle, don't go," Misty begged, reaching out for his hand.

Kyle slapped her hand away. He only wanted Zoe. He lay his head between Zoe's bosoms and grunted. "I'm sorry. We have to go," Zoe said as she hastily left with Kyle.

Misty sunk down on her knees and she cried. She hadn't allowed her tears to spill in decades, but losing those she loved had broken her fragile heart.

For weeks she was greatly depressed, until Zoe came back and once again told her she was needed to join the Coven. Misty packed up her few possessions and left with the young woman she loved as a daughter.

Little did she know that she was walking toward her own death again. Not once, but twice...

It was the evil witch Madison Montgomery that caused Misty's second death. Misty almost didn't make it out of the coffin that Madison had locked her up in, but when she finally did, she had a big battle with the hateful Madison. It came to light that Madison was jealous of both Zoe and Misty and their bond with Kyle, so Madison wanted to destroy them.

During the Seven Wonders, Zoe was gravely injured and Kyle had no other choice but to kill Madison. Misty was trapped in the depths of Hell, so she wasn't able to revive Zoe, so Cordelia did as she was the one to become the next Supreme. After saving Zoe, Cordelia found a way to bring Misty back from her perpetual misery. Misty was incredibly grateful, but she chose not to become a part of the Coven.

"I am returning to the swamps, where it is quiet and everything is easier. I have seen way too much death and destruction here," Misty said to her friends Cordelia, Zoe, and Kyle.

"You can't leave us, Misty; there are too few good witches left in this world. Cordelia and I are infertile, so it's up to those who can to keep the succession of our line alive," said Zoe.

Misty had never tried for a child, but she had always wanted one. In fact, she was still a virgin, but she didn't dare mention it.

"How... how do we know that I am fertile? I have never tried..."

"Kyle and I will take you back to your shack and we'll talk about it later. I have to talk to someone else first," Zoe stated.

"Who?" Misty asked with great curiosity.

"He's one of the few male witches left on the earth, but he prefers to be called a warlock. I believe he might be able help. I will try to persuade him."

Misty was protesting so much as Zoe and Kyle were walking her to the door. "This is craziness. Zoe! How could you even think...?!"

"You've done so much to help us, Kyle and me, so I want to help you, too. You need a baby. And not only do you need it, but WE need it, too - the Coven, so we have a chance at future survival."

"But how... when...?" Misty asked. She was so full of questions.

"I will take care of everything," Zoe said with a broad smile. "Just get ready for your life to change forever."

Forever seemed like such a long time. Misty had already been living a forever of loneliness. It was time for that heartbreak to end. She wanted to become a mother. She needed it.

And become a mother, she did.

As she lay on her bed in the shack that humid day, Misty realized that Zoe had been exactly right. The babies growing safely in her womb were exactly what she had needed. As she was reflecting back on the conception of her twins, she couldn't help but smile. With each memory rushing back to tantalize her, Misty felt the fire of her first and only taste of passion. It rushed wildly through her veins.

To her shock and surprise, the door came open and it was Zoe. She saw Misty lying on the bed, caressing the growing mound of her unborn twins.

"Pack your things, Misty. You're coming with me," the young witch insisted.

"Why? What is wrong? Is Kyle ill? Is it Cordelia?"

"Everyone's fine... it's just that your time is near. Soon you're going to be having the babies. You'll need our help. Cordelia is a healer. When the babies arrive, we all want to be there to help you."

"But I don't want to leave. This is my home," Misty protested.

Zoe shook her head. "We'll have a better home. We are all going to live with my Uncle Valerian. He is urgently insisting."

At the mention of Zoe's handsome uncle, Misty's heart did a flip-flop within the confines of her chest. She sat up in the bed ever so quickly.

"Is he still in love with a ghost- your Aunt Kamilla?"

"I suppose he will always love her, but he's been alone a very long time... just like you have been..."

"Don't play matchmaker, Miss Zoe Benson. I am not going to have a fling with your handsome uncle."

Zoe smirked as she looked at Misty's stomach. "It looks like you already did."

Misty just shook her head, staring at Zoe as though she were speaking some strange and foreign language. When she made no move to pack her belongings, Zoe started packing for her.

"What are you doing?" Misty gasped. "Where are we going?"

"You will see very soon," Zoe promised. "I am taking you to paradise; my uncle's mansion."