I don't own anything

No-one's POV

The multiverse theory.

The idea that the universe is splitting according to every decision.

The idea that makes everything you do meaningless as there is another you that does the opposite.

Obsolete bullshit.

There aren't universes in which the only difference is whether or not you are ice cream or if you killed a cockroach.

Thinking so only shows you having a gigantic ego.

No, the multiverse might be real, but it only expend itself based on the choices of higher forces.

Time, Space, Death, Life, soul.

The five interconnecting forces that are intertwining in the fabric of the universe and have been known to those who know how to communicate with them as the collective Nature.

Each time they chose to change something a new universe would be created.

When they prevented the Hallow from creating werewolves, a universe where it succeeded in creating them was created.

When they prevented the portion of immortality from being invented, a universe where Silas and Amara became true immortal was created.

Vampires, Dragons, The Necromancer, Malivure.

Each monstrous creation the magical folks created made another universe be created.

In the end the numbers of universes created was too much, and to prevent more from being created, the beings destroyed the witches that created them, making the original universe supernatural free zone.

Another universe was supposed to be created.

One that only had witches, yet instead, a particular situation happened, and all the universes that were created because of those beings were united into one.

Now there were only two universes.

One that has supernatural beings in it, and one that didn't.

Yet there was one link in them.

Every 10 years there would be a different person in the supernatural-free universe who can in his dreams reach to the supernatural universe and see what's happening.

It was, in a way, how balance was kept between those two universes.

The last person created a few TV shows based on his dreams.

And the next was supposed to be his successor, yet before he had the chance, an earthquake happened killing them both.

The forces chose another person randomly, fusing that ability with his soul, who during the process died in the same earthquake.

With the process not finished, most of the ability was given to a forth person, but the damage was done.

The third person's semi-connection to the supernatural universe made him reincarnate with his memories damaged into that universe, and the new holder of ability had an impaired sight, making him unable to see the changes the person created into the supernatural universe, and created a TV show that continued the other series.

This story is what really happened once the change accord.

Diana's POV

My life was never easy.

Being born to a side family in the Gemini coven made sure of it.

Since being a baby I was always taught my life should be dedicated to the coven and to the coven leader.

At age two my parents taught me to be respectful toward the leader and his family.

At the age of three they spanked me for disobeying one of the main family's children's order.

At the age of five I was explained why.

The entire coven was connected to the leader, if he dies, all of us will with him.

If they would have explained latter in life I might have raged, or even told them how dumb that is, as he can die suddenly, talking with him everyone of us.

But I was five, so I knew nothing about it, I just excepted it and moved on.

It was at the age of 7, when I was about to start my first lesson of magic that I realized how unfair the world is.

My magic, the thing my entire family kept telling me made me special, was extremely weak.

I was practically a regular human, only with the ability to resist vampire's compulsions.

From that moment on, I became a pariah in my family.

I was looked down upon by all, for I was a failure.

I kept trying, studying magic harder then anyone, diving deeper into magic strengthening rituals then any before.

I learned about our family's merging, about taking the spirits power, the New Orleans' Harvest, expression, and even a type of connective magic that drew another's magic.

I learned hundreds of types of strengthening rituals, non of which I was strong enough to perform.

Of course, I also studied other things, with only potions reaching almost as deep as the rituals

Then, at the age of 15 tragedy accorded in the main family.

Kai, the son of the coven leader who was born in a sorrier yet better state then me, without magic powers at all yet with the ability to take other's power, killed his siblings, which got him sent to a prison world.

After which, the looks of disgust my family kept giving me changed to looks of suspicion.

It was in my 16th birthday when they decided they can't trust me to not go crazy like Kai did and try to kill them all.

They disconnected me from the coven and sent me away, barely letting me bring away my clothes and grimoire, in which I kept my entire research.

The next few years were spent on the streets.

In the beginning I tried to find a way to survive with my dignity intact, but after a while I made my money by creating potions that only needed a little bit of magic in them yet made good short term love potions, or as they really were - rape potions.

The taker might think it was their choice laying down with the giver, but it was rape.

I should have known it would bite me in the ass.

I remembered everything.

The guy coming toward me and knowing immediately of him being a werewolf.

Him buying a drink, and I, agreeing for one with no intention of sleeping with the guy.

The sudden attraction, the kissing, the sex, him cumming in me.

I remembered it all.

I didn't think it was a big deal, until two weeks later, when my period was late, until I found out she is pregnant.

I, a witch, even if only by name, was pregnant from sex with a werewolf, something thought impossible.

I left her 'job' that day.

I left New York, moved to a small town where I heard Jo, a family member who gave up on her powers was living as a doctor.

It took me explaining Jo about me having a baby and no where to go for Jo to take me in.

I hadn't mentioned anything about it being a witch/werewolf hybrid, and I wasn't planning to.

My child will never activate his curse, even if I has to bind it with a witch's help.

Two months later, I found out she had twins.

The panic was enormous.

Not only were they hybrids, but there was a chance they would have to do the merge?

Jo tried to calm me down, but by then I was about to get married and had became pregnant as well, not to mention her sicko twin got out of his prison world and me distancing myself from Jo to keep my unborn children safe.

Two months after that I was alone once more, with Jo dying by her brother's hands, and no one knowing about me being there.

It was at that moment that I gathered any talisman I had on hand and casted a curse on my unborn children.

With the exception of when needed help, no one will ever notice them.

I just hope it will be enough to stop any Gemini coven member from getting them.

Five months into my pregnancy I found I lost a baby in an ultrasound.

It was weird, the baby just disappearing from my uterus.

The doctor couldn't me her what happened, he said it was impossible, but I knew what happened.

The babies merged inside my body.

I cried that night.

I wept in sadness for the child who will never be born.

I cried in relief that the other child won't have to live with the knowledge he killed his sibling.

I lost a daughter, but still has a son.

Seven months pregnant and I started feeling weak.

I stoped going to my job as a waitress, stoped going out at all, instead I used my savings and kept myself at home, yet I kept getting weaker.

At the start of the ninth month I had an early labor, it took hours, and I died while in labor.

I didn't go to the other side, as it was destroyed a few years ago.

Nor did I go to Hell, the ansector plane or any other dimensional afterlife

Surprisingly, I seem to go to the bright world.

Life might not be fair, but death sure is.

I just hope life could be kinder for my son.

MC POV

I'm not sure when I first became aware.

It was like waking up from a dream where you try to remember it but the important details escape you.

I remember my biology studies in the university.

I remember watching TV and the shows inside.

I remember my high school teacher.

I remembered returning home from the test about cells in the university when the world started shaking.

I remember trying to find a safe place, yet before reaching any a car losing control.

Yet I couldn't seem to recall my father's face.

I couldn't recall my mother's name.

Vacations, birthdays, Anecdotes about life, family, friends, girlfriends.

The things that seem to make life important seem to have vanished from my mind.

The grief about losing my memories was terrible, yet it was only made worse by finding out I can't move.

It was like I didn't have legs, arms or head, like I was paralyzed.

With my last memory being about the car, it wasn't hard figuring out what happened.

I was in a terrible accident and is now in a comma, or half a comma, where I'm aware yet stack in a Death like state.

I started telling my self every story I remember.

Relearn in my head every subject I ever studied.

After an unidentifiable amount of time I felt like I could rewrite every story I ever read or watched, and do my high school exams and my Biology degree all over again with higher scores.

But when you have nothing to do, eventually you finish everything.

It was then that the pains started.

Every part of my body felt like it was being stretched, and I seemed to regain the ability to sleep.

My time then slipped away as sleep took more then half of the time and pain most of the rest.

Little by little, I gained the ability to move my arms and legs, yet not voluntary, more like twitches from the pain.

Yet, in between those times, I seemed to be able to sense something, a source of heat, of comfort, of energy.

It was like that source was calling me, making me hunger for it, and with a force of will alone, I pushed my arms up, and pulled the energy down.

Suddenly I became aware of the energy being in my body, and that there was also weaker energy around me as well, which while not as strong, seemed to awaken the same sort of hunger.

For some reason, the weaker energy didn't come as easy as the strong one, yet it kept replenish itself.

But all in all, It came into me as well, joining the energy that was already there and grew with both time and the sucking of the outside energy.

It wasn't only hunger that the sucking of energy subsided.

It seemed to ease the pain my body was experiencing and let me have something to do, keeping me sane.

It made me grateful for this energy, whatever it was.

Yet, as time passed, the energy kept getting weaker, until one day it almost vanished, and a light appeared from the darkness, where I felt there was a wall before.

Using all my power, and a pushing from the other side of the dark room I seemed to be in, I crawled outside. Where light treated me along with blobs of shape, and pain, terrible chest pain.

I seem to have shouted, yet couldn't tell what the blobs of shape I figured out were humans said.

In the end I was exhausted and fell asleep.

Third's POV

"Does anyone know about any family members?" Dr Browmax asked the nurses around him.

"There aren't any" nurse Morales said "Diana and me talked once, the father isn't in the picture and her family abandoned her.

Dr Browmax shook his head in sadness, it always made him sad calling the child service, yet there wasn't anything left to do.

"Do anyone know what name she chose?"

"I believe she wanted to call him Easton."

"Easton Magus? What on earth was that woman thinking."

"I don't think that's her real family name."

"It doesn't matter, call child service, tell them Easton Dylan Magus need a place to live."