Chapter one: The Prophecy, the Witches and Nicklaus.
A pot bubbled on the witches stove in their home in Scotland, Edinburgh. Hecate, MacDouise and MacPuffery all hated one another feircely. But here they were sat in a small run down cottage with a spell brewing and eating Hagis. Why are they there? People have heard of the sisters tale and the reason is unknown but was written in the stars when something took place that could change a mortals life forever. Today was the day that it would all change. With a knock on the door it would fall into place.
Hecate motioned for the smallest and scruffiest of the sisters to open the door. A young man waited there in nothing more than a shirt, jeans and boots that belonged more in the 1800's. His hair was a blond but near white it was hard to see the difference. His eyes were of a deep blue which were flecked with green. His face was pale and his shirt was wet that you could see his skin beneath. His boots squelched on the floor as he passed the hag bowing to an umbrella stand, MacDouise was blind and so were the others and they shared an eye. The eye was in the hand of Hecate the eldest and the knew the secret which the young man, Niklaus, needed.
"Niklaus how ya've grown haven't seen ya since you were a wee lad. " she reached for a box of cigarettes and motioned towards him. He wasn't a smoker and didn't take one.
"Hecate, you and your sisters have information I need and I was told I would be recieving it today. Where is it?" she light her cigarette and passed the eye to the second child.
"Aye lad ya shall have the name of. . ." she paused and looked to see if there were any other way of saying it. "The lass who can give ya wee lads and lasses. But she'll ba a englash hybrid, she can't be human, ya underatand." she shuddered and went to look at the pot.
She stirred it and her sisters threw in a lock of hair from Niklaus, a drop of blood, a piece of the heavens, a star's heart and a chain made of pure sunlight and happiness from the girl. It bubbled and a flower layed on top, a Laurel flower and the name of the girl rested in sunlight. She passed it to Niklaus and he rested it on his palm. The name burned into his skin and glowed for a few seconds before just becoming a flower. The skin on his hand was white and it read the name in ink:
Laura Spurway
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Laura was coming home from the library. She couldn't go to school, she'd passed college and high school first year in all but one subject, Physical. Didn't want to. Didn't need to. Laura put her key in the door of her apartment and stepped inside.
"Chelsea, I'm back from the Library." she called and went into the kitchen.
A hand grabbed her and shoved her onto a chair. A figure stepped into the light. He had blonde hair like hers but a shade darker, eyes like diamonds and the same shade of blue as hers. "Where is Laura Spurway?"
"You found her." I looked into those eyes and then, darkness. . .