1910
She was 14 and alone, alone in this wretched world full of demons, demons willing to burn her just to increase their power. The blood witches were the worst demons she had encountered yet. They lacked the ability to do magic on their own that's why they channeled vampires, wolves and sacrificed witches all so that they could practice something that nature did not intend for them to get their hands on.
She was 14 and tied up to a pyre, after witnessing the murder of her entire coven and absorbing all the power of her ancestors, here she was about to get burned on a stake all because some witches who lacked magical abilities wanted power. She was a De Silvia, practically royalty and here she was about to die. The De Silvia coven practiced ancestral magic, the drew magic from their own blood and the spirit of their fallen ones. Her coven dated back to the 12th century England, the De Silvia name was respected throughout history in the witch community. She was the only child of the coven leaders, the same leaders who were betrayed by their own coven who swore to protect their people. They were a coven of 63 witches and now she the last knot in the De Silvia chain was about to die.
She heard they chant a spell and light her pyre on fire.
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
She told herself.
For she was about to be reunited with her coven, she was going to be one with the ancestors now.
She closed her eyes and prepared for her death.
The chanting got louder and louder.
Phesmatos trancesdia etait manger le serai
Phesmatos trancesdia etait manger le serai
Phesmatos trancesdia etait manger le serai
... suddenly all the chanting stopped and the fire underneath her pyre was extinguished.
Everything went dark after that.