A/N: Ok, so this fic will be set in three different parts. Part I is going to happen in the first five hundred years after Cara is betrayed by her sisters. Part II is for when she meets the Original family, and the next thousand years. Part III: Is present day Mystic Fall, not sure which season yet. I'm also going to be adding a few original characters, I don't want Cara to be alone for a thousand and five hundred years, she needs connections to develop her emotions. She's somewhat emotionally stunned after being broken into a mord-sith as a child, and she needs people to remind her of her humanity. For pairing, well ... I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet, you guys can give me a few ideas.
5th Century
"We cannot continue like this!" Thalia told their leader, as she walked in circles cursing the very existence of all the witches in the world. "We can't use traditional magic, we can't meet in groups larger than four people for longer than an hour!"
"And what do you suggest we do Thalia?" Markos inquired, arching is brows at his companion. It wasn't as if they could do anything at the moment. They had yet to find the shadow selves of Amara and Silas, until they did they couldn't forge the purification spell and be rid of their curse.
"Something, anything." The traveler woman hissed out. "I just want the witches to suffer as we have suffered. Is that too much to ask?"
"To suffer you say?" I mumbled to himself. They, the travelers, couldn't fight the witches. At least not at the moment. Their magic was collective magic, the more travelers in one spot the stronger the power. However, they couldn't unite because disasters would happen. They couldn't, but maybe ...
"You have given me an idea my dear." Markos declared, smiling at his companion. "While we cannot fight the witches at the moment, it doesn't mean that somebody can't do it for us."
"Who would do it then?" The red haired woman asked. "The wolves? They only care about themselves."
"No, not the wolves." He said, shaking his head. "Indeed, at the moment there is no one that would fight our battles for us."
"However, it doesn't mean they cannot be created." He declared, smirking at his now grinning companion.
"Are you sure this will work?" Thalia inquired, looking down at the spell written on a stone. It had been twenty winters since her leader had the crazy idea of creating a weapon against the witches but now, finally, they had found all the items needed.
"Indeed, there is only one thing missing." Markos said, nodding his head. "A kind and pure child broken from all it's goodness."
"Where are we going to find it?" Thalia asked, looking around. They were in the middle of the forest, and had me traveling, non stop, for months.
"Near here there's a small village, I'm sure we can find a sweet and innocent child around there." He answered, grinning like a cat.
"Her Markos?" Thalia inquired with wide eyes at her leader. "The mother is a witch, I can sense it from here. She's a girl, she's most likely going to have magic as well."
"That's why I want her Thalia." Markos replied, with a dark expression on her face. "A witch turned into a witch killing machine, oh it sounds like poetry doesn't it? Plus, the spell will most likely break the magic out of her."
"How are we going to handle the older witch then?" Thalia said, looking at the older witch with narrowed eyes. Indeed, a witch turned into a witch weapon sounded beautiful.
"We will catch her first, and bind her magic. Luckily she's the only witch around, we just need to catch her of guard." He planned, while looking at the happy family. A witch mother, a simple father and a very sweet and nice child.
"Catch her, not kill her?" The female traveler asked, frowning.
"First we're catching them, all of them." Markos explained the plan. "Then we're going to torture the child until the point of blind obedience, I want her with sense of self or personal desires. Her only reason for existing will be doing our bidding. After that we're going to force her to watch as we torture and kill her father, there's no need for a weapon with compassion. Finally, we will have the child torture and kill her own mother."
"My lord, you are truly devious." Thalia stated, smirking.
"Hello child, would you mind if we came in?" Thalia inquired, looking at the small girl in front of her.
"Of course, are you here to see my parents?" The blonde girl inquired smiling, as she opened the door of her hut and let the couple in.
"Indeed, is you father home?" Markos asked, knowing the girl's mother was passed out in a cave, ten minutes from there.
The same moment, a man Markos recognized as the father of the girl entered the house. He looked sweaty, like a been running for a while, and a panicked look crossed his face the moment the looked at the pair of travelers.
He looked at his daughter with wide eyes, before looking at the pair again. "I know who you are, leave now."
"Oh, really?" Thalia inquired, glancing at the man curiously. "How do you know that? Was it your wifey?"
The man ignored her question and looked at the table next to the child, were it was a knife. "Cara grab the knife now."
"What?" The girl asked confused, slightly trembling in fear.
"Grab the knife now!" The man ordered, as he kept is eyes on the couple on the other side of his house although he didn't move.
The child was almost in tears, but she understood she was in danger. She was openly crying now, and her body was tense but she was carefully glancing at the pair now. But even in danger she did not go for the knife.
"You really are a good child, aren't you?" Markos said, looking at the child. He had made a good choice. This child, after being broken would be his master piece. "Fantastic."
At that Thalia pulled her hand up and quickly cast a spell, forcing the man and the girl to pass out.
"Let's get going, we have much work to do."
The child, if you could still call it that, was bruised and sweaty but stared with a blank stare in her face as the red headed woman dragged her mother. She had already seen her father being tortured and killed, and nothing else would faze her anymore.
"Are you really to prove yourself dear Cara?" Markos inquired as he looked at his masterpiece. Just a little more until she was truly broken, and he would finally have his weapon. The spell itself would turn her into something other than human, something different. He didn't known what kind of abilities she would have, other than the one he had specified. The immunity to all kinds of magic. That's why she needed to be broken and obedient, because if she decided to go against the travelers even their magic would be of no use.
"Of course Lord Markos." The little monster said, loud and clear. The child had been cut open from every ounce of emotion in her body, but this would completely break her.
He handled her a sharp athame, and slowly looked towards the older witch on her knees. "Make me proud child."
The girl grabbed it, and looked towards the woman who birthed her with a diabolical smirk on her young face.
"Cara, please." The woman pleaded for her life, not believing that this monster was her sweet child and regretting never having told Cara about the witches and their enemies.
The child didn't reply, only stared ahead apathetically.
Soon the screams broke through the night.
A child was broken, a monster was born.
A mord-sith was made.
A/N: So here it is, the prologue. I hope you enjoyed it. So I'll go more into the whole torture that Cara suffered through in flashbacks, and also about the spell that created the mord-sith. In this she was about seven years old, and the next chapter it's 20 years later. Thalia is going return only in flashbacks from Cara teenage days as a mord-sith. She was only meant to be there so that Markos wasn't alone. I'm also doing three other ocs in the next few chapters, and they're going to be staying around for a long time. They're witches, three sisters. I will give you a hint, one of them is a black haired woman with wild eyes and a love of daggers. If you know Legend of the seeker you should know her for her badassness.