Rain plummeted from the dark, cloudy sky while the thunder roared in the town of Desert plains, Arizona. On the high school football field, the Varsity team was practicing for the first big game of the season. One of the players was giving practice his all when another player tackled him very hard when he caught the ball."What the hell, Mark?!" The tackled asked the teammate who tackled him while getting up. The other player got up and removed his helmet, revealing a Caucasian teenager with pale blue eyes and short blonde hair, drenched in sweat from the intense practice. The tackled player removed his helmet, revealing a tanned Caucasian/Italian teenaged male with buzzed, black hair and dark brown eyes. "What the fuck was that about?!" He asked Mark again. Getting in his face.

"What's the problem, Ty? Our new QB can't take a little hit?" Mark mocked him while shoving him back lightly. Ty shoved him back harder and soon they were wrestling on the ground, while the rest of the team came to see what was happening. 2 members came and pulled the two of the wrestlers apart, unaware the coach was walking hastily towards them.

"What in god's name are you clowns doing?!" The coach roared at the team, making everyone jump and get into a lineup. "I don't think I have to remind you, gentlemen, that tomorrow night is our very first game of the season. Against our cross-town rivals, no less!" He angrily pointed out to everyone. Everyone just looked forward, trying not to show any emotion. "And I see 2 of my best players fighting with each other rather than working together. This is not how a team is supposed to act!" he lectured to them. Mark and Tyson just looked at each other and looked back to the coach. "So, to teach you how to work together, You two will be throwing free passes while running up and down this entire field 10 times. The rest of you are free to leave. Make sure to get some rest for tomorrow! Dismissed!" he instructed them. Mark and Tyson groaned in annoyance before grabbing a football and proceeded to do the punishment coach and given them.

"You know this is all your fault!" Mark shouted to Tyson while throwing the football at him rather hard. Mark caught and gave him a hard glare before asking "how is this my fault? You're the one who attacked me!" He countered while throwing the ball back. They just kept arguing the entire time until they had finished the punishment. Mark gathered his gear, headed to his truck, and drove out of the high school parking lot. Leaving Tyson by himself. About 10 min had passed when Tyson heard a familiar truck pull up. He looked up and saw his older brother's truck waiting on the other side of the fence. Gathering his gear, Tyson walked over and got into the passenger seat, fighting the urge to groan in pain.

"So, Good practice?" his older brother, a half Caucasian, half Italian with short black hair and beard asked him with a joking smirk. Tyson's response was a middle finger. His brother just chuckled at him and drove the both of them home. "Thanks for the late pickup, Tate." He said to his brother. "No problem. You'll have to explain to mom why you were late, though." Tate explained to him. Tyson groaned at this news. Their mom was cool, but can be a little overprotective of them. After a 10-minute drive, they pulled up to a 2-story house and put the truck in park. "Home, sweet home," Tate announced as he and Tyson got out of the truck.

"Tyler, have you seen the sage?" A woman called out from the kitchen. "Mom, I already said I would make dinner. Go sit down and relax." A young man with short, spiked black hair said as he came into the kitchen. His mother, a gorgeous woman in her late 40s, with long, slightly curled black hair named Tamara, rolled her eyes. "Not a chance. You just came off work from the restaurant and had to put up with your horrible ex all day. Let me handle dinner." She persisted, but Tyler wasn't budging. "Mom. Go in the den and relax, please." He insisted. Heaving a sigh of defeat, she nodded and headed to the den, just as her other 2 sons walked in the house.

"Hey, mom." The two said as they walked in. "Hey boys. Why are you boys late tonight?" She asked them. "I had to make sure my lessons were all set for tomorrow," Tate explained. Tate's an English teacher for the high school, youngest ever in fact. He was hired after graduating college at the age of 25. He was lucky that his high school was hiring at the time. His mother was especially happy about it as well. "I, uh, I got into a fight with a teammate and the coach made us do a punishment drill. Sorry for not letting you know. Couldn't use my phone." Tyson explained to his mom while scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Being the youngest, Tyson always felt that he was the odd one out among his brothers. Tate starting teaching at his high school when he was a freshman, which caused some students to make fun of him. His other brother, Tyler, worked in a restaurant/bakery throughout high school and eventually ended up opening his own in town. Needless to say, He felt like an outcast in his family, but he never said anything. He just kept it to himself.

Tamara motioned for Tyson to sit with her on the couch. He followed and sat next to her. "What happened?" She gently asked him. "He tackled me for no reason during practice and ridiculed me for being the QB and not taking a hit. Then he shoved me, I shoved back. Next thing I know, we're fighting." He explained to her. She gently grabbed his hand. "You know, your feelings are a very strong thing if you can control them. Don't think I can see how you feel about things. It's ok to speak out about things that bother you, ok?" she explained to him. He nodded his head, understanding. "Dinner's ready!" Tyler called out to everyone from the dining room. Everyone walked to the kitchen to see what Tyler had prepared. "We are having spicy pan-seared chicken, mashed potatoes with brown gravy, and Caesar salad." He told everyone as they sat down for dinner. Everyone loaded up their plates and started eating.

Tyson swallowed the bite he had taken before asking everyone a question. "So, everyone is gonna make it to the game tomorrow, right? It's my first game as the starting QB and I'd like it if you guys all came." He reminded everyone. "Yeah, I made sure to have tomorrow night off. My boss was happy to help me get away from my ex." Tyler explained. "You already know I'm going," Tate answered. "Wouldn't miss it for anything." Their mother explained happily. Soon, they had settled into eating, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company.

Meanwhile, somewhere out in the desert, an unusual dark-colored snake was slithering across the sand until it came up a rock. Suddenly, it was surrounded by smoke that grew in size until a Hispanic adult male, wearing a black leather jacket was standing where the snake was. He examined the rock and placed his hand on it. "Sancturium tuum, secretus ab aliis. Mihi revelare." He chanted. The rock started to shake and it started to crumble, revealing a door. He opened it and entered the door, entering what looked like a meeting room with a long table in the center. 12 other people were sitting at the table. Half were men and the other half were women and they were all wearing black clothes. they noticed when the man entered the room.

"What is your report?" A Caucasian woman with short black hair with green streaks in it had asked him. The man had bowed his head before answering. "I found Tamara Ross. It's true. She has 3 children, but they are all men, not women." He explained to the table. An obese-looking man with a really bad toupee started laughing. "Great! All this time searching and it was all a big, fucking goose chase!" he exclaimed to everyone in the room. Another woman, an African American with bright red eyes, shot him a glare, which shut him up immediately. She turned her attention back to the other man. "We still have to make sure they are not the ones from the prophecy." She explained to everyone. "The prophecy states three sibling witches will come and do battle with the darkness." The obese man stated cockily. "Last I recall, Witches are female, not male." He points out to everyone. This causes a massive argument amongst everyone in the room. Finally, a fireball flew straight at the obese man. Screaming in pain, he eventually turned into a pile of ash on the floor.

Everyone turned to where the fireball came from and saw a Hispanic woman in her late 20s with her finger pointed daintily out to where the former man was sitting. She then looked at the man who was still standing. "Have a seat, please." She told him while motioning at the now empty seat and he hastily accepted the offer. She then stood at the head of the table and placed her hands on the table. "Listen. I don't care if the prophecy says 'Witches' or 'Warlocks'. Our plan is to make sure nothing can stop our destiny. That means hunting down all families with exactly 3 siblings, no exceptions." She calmly explains to everyone, who nodded in understanding and fear of her. "Now, how should we take care of this family?" She asked everyone.

One of the men at the table, a man of Japanese descent, raised his hand. The woman nodded to him, giving him the approval to speak. "if these 3 are, in fact, the ones who oppose us, their mother could have bound their powers to protect them, correct?" he asked everyone, who nodded at the valid assumption. "So, first, we take out the mother and, if their powers activate, we kill them." He proposed with a smile on his face. "And if they don't" the man who recently joined the table asked him. "We kill them." The man replied with an evil smile on his face. Everyone looked towards the leader, waiting for her decision. "Who are you gonna send?" She asked him.