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Chapter ten
How we came about is a simple tale
Amy was born to a tribe not far from America. Her father was the chief and loved his daughter and his people very much. Her mother was a stranger not from the tribe but had been accepted by them due to her father's love for the women. She was a kind woman with pale skin and mesmerising red hair.
One day Amy became sick and no one knew what was wrong and how to help her. As a last attempt her father performed a ritual praying to their ancestors to not let her die but what he didn't know was what was going to happen next, a few days later Amy passed away. The chief was broken by what had happened and damned the ancestors for not helping her and allowing her to die, this angered the ancestors and as revenge they granted him what he wanted.
Later that night Amy woke from death and walked out of the hut, her father and mother were so happy to see her but they didn't realise what power they had unleashed into the world. She explained that he would be punished for damning the ancestors and with that a power never seen before erupted from Amy, one by one tribe members began to drop, choking on their blood, her tribe was gone in minutes. At her feet laid her mother and father's lifeless boy, blood stained their chin skin and a look of horror plagued their faces.
That was the first time a witch had ever been seen or so the world thought.
Next was Grace
The year was 1348 Grace lived with my family in a small village in England, she had a loving mother and father and two older brothers. She had gone to the market for fresh products, yet when she had gone home she found everyone in the living room with some extra guests, her father explained that they had found a suiter and she was to be married. This was not what she wanted, she was young and free and didn't want to be tied down just yet, that evening she ran away that night to the field to clear her head. That's when she met Amy she explained that she was just passing through wanting to see the world, Amy told her of all the places she had been and it sounded like a explained the situation with the husband, Amy was sympathetic and offered for her to go with her, which she declined as much as she was angry she loved her family. They stayed up talking all night until the sun rose, then wished Amy luck on her journey and hugged her goodbye and returned home.
When she returned she could sense something was wrong, in bed was my father he had suddenly gotten ill, they say the plague had reached them. It took one week for her father, mother and one of her brothers to be taken by the plague. She too had also fallen sick and so had her last surviving brother.
The pain was unbearable, she already felt dead, she just wanted it all to end. Later that day my brother returned home with a familiar face, Amy. He had bumped her at the market trying to get some supplies but had been turned away as he was sick. He explained how Amy was looking for Grace and by chance she had found her brother, that's when Amy offered to help.
Again she offered for Grace to go with her which she accepted, within a few hours she was cured with a new sense of power, she met Amy where she had first met the girl but not before looking at her brother in pain, she couldn't leave him like this so she did the only thing she could and let him be with the rest of the family.
Next Kat, her full name was Kamile and she was born into a baker's family, they weren't rich but they made do. It was late one evening and Kat had stayed behind at the shop with her mother to get an order done that her father had forgotten about. That's when he strolled in drunk which wasn't unusual for him, Kat's father had a drinking problem ever since she was little he blamed Kat for this. He always said if she was a boy he wouldn't drink like he did, Kat's mum couldn't have any more children after Kat and her father also blamed this on Kat due to the complications she had during birth.
This time was different when he came in he was angry so angry he pulled a knife out, screaming emerged from the shop and Kat stumbled out of the shop and to the gutter, she held her throat where a clean incision from the blade had made contact. He had accused Kat of sleeping with a young boy from the village. This gave the family a bad name and no man would want to marry a woman who had relationships outside of marriage, Kat denied what he had said, saying it was untrue but this wasn't enough for her father, he lunged at her, her mother stood back and said nothing.
There she lay out on the cobbled ground, snow had started falling from the sky when a stranger looked down on Kat. The stranger was Amy, she had heard what had happened and took pity on Kat, she gave Kat life on the condition that she was to leave with her and they would be sisters. Faced with death Kat agreed, a few years later Kat returned to the bakery to see her mother holding a child and her father smiling as he made bread. Anger and jealousy was all Kat could feel, she went into the shop with a menacing look and damned them and their baby to a slow and painful death.
Last was me, my story is a little different from the others I wasn't sick or dying I was born this way. As much as the others were witches and had been longer than me they all had been turned into witches granted their power through Amy or ancestors, they were not considered pure unlike me.
I grew up in an all girls orphaned in Italy, my parents died when I was young so the nuns took me in and raised me. From the start I knew I was different, the nuns believed that the devil had touched my soul as a child and that's why my parents passed away so suddenly. Unfortunately, because of this many off the other kids wouldn't go near me so I taught myself how to draw, most days I would sit outside drawing whatever was in front of me until one day something bad happened.
I was 12 at the time and it was a normal Wednesday afternoon, I was sat on the floor sketching away in my own little bubble. When Ella and Patsy came over to me, they normally made comments but I just ignored them until today. Walking straight up to me grabbing my sketch book they threw it in a nearby canale, I saw red and that's the last I remember from that day. Later I woke in a room that wasn't mine, crosses scattered all over the room my arms were tied down to the bed, I began to yell. Two nuns and a priest came in, screaming to let me go they began chanting I didn't understand what was happening I just wanted them to get off me. I let out a scream, they were thrown against the walls, the windows and other items shattered but before the mirror did I caught a glimpse of myself. My eyes were black instead of blue, black veins scattered across my cheeks, while a black mist outlined my body.
I ran and didn't look back.
I spent the next four years as a runaway in Italy, I sold my artwork to make a living and stayed mostly on the street. Over those years I learnt more about my powers, I found books that spoke about babies that were touched by the devil which sounds a bit weird. It basically spoke about how he picked random women who were unable to bear children to carry his children as a gift, some of these children were born with "gifts" and they could do magical things, that earned them the title of witches, most of the children would be consumed by the power and it would eventually kill them, or they were hunted down and murdered. They were different from the other witches. It was said that the children that had been touched were more powerful and could bring about the end of mankind.
Eventually I ran into Amy and the others while they were in Italy. I could sense their power and they could mine, we spent a few days getting to know each other, I told them about my life and they all told me their stories and how they ended up here. I decided to stick with them and be a part of their witchy family.
Skip a couple of centuries
I had been 16 for awhile now but no one knew that,Kat, Grace and Amy were older than me. During this time, witches, vampires, werewolves and all those other "monsters" were just fairy year was roughly 1690 ish the salem witch trials had started, we watched so many women be accused of something they weren't, then one day I was accused. I was burned at the stake, the fire was strong but this wasn't going to stop me, the crowds cheered as the flames grew bigger; then I freed my arms chanting the fires grew uncontrollable spreading out to the crowd. Amy stood and watched as most of the village burned down, we left that night, taking the name salem witches.
Over time we learnt more magic, we were able to talk to the ancestors and they guided us. We wrote everything down in journals, my journal drifted more towards dark magic it was what I was most good at. The ancestors explained that we are all unique and had would be able to do things others wouldn't be able to; over time I learnt how to wipe out villages with plagues and other methods. Whenever I used my magic villagers would scream that I was a demon or the devil, my eyes turning black, with black blood like tears dripping from eyes, my fingers sparked and with a click everything would be gone. Amy was good at resurrections, she was able to bring the dead back for a short amount of time, Grace focused more on wildlife she had a real green finger when it came to that kind of stuff and Kat she learned a bit of everything but was especially good at healing until she found herbal products that she could get high from.
The years went on and more witches started to come about as well as vampires and werewolves, they were no longer living in the shadows.