The thing that made my past Ocs for this series fails is no real goal of their own... I need help working on a goal for them...

Nan from AHS helped with this.

I have some ideas, some great ones.

I feel dumb, why did I never consider this.

No part of Legacies are Canon, that series is hot garbage.


The First Day of Summer before the First Season

After causing a fire with his mind when his boss denied him an extra shift and shattered the windows of a local store when someone called him white trash, Bryce wanted nothing but to figure out what the hell was happening to him. He had feel strange for weeks, almost feverish but not. Like more than blood was flowing through him, something warm and present. Whenever he did something strange, like causing that fire, he felt a magnetic pull between him and that heat in his blood and bones. He always felt tired as a result, and he always knew it was him that caused the odd events.

He was afraid to google anything, wondering what would happen if someone found him out. Humans had a bad history of abusing those that were different, and he knew that. He was so afraid, he refused to even ask Sheila Bennett, the local Witch lady. Who knew what would happen if he did...

So he did the last thing he could think of... he prayed. Not aloud but with all he was, pouring everything into it.

He was currently at his job, the Mystic Falls Grills, just after starting a fire with his mind when he started to pray. Desperate to figure out what the hell was happening to him...

'Please, anyone, someone, help me. I am losing my mind, I know that it's me that is causing this weirdness... I cannot stomach being in the unknown, I am terrified to think about what will happen to me if the wrong person figures me out. Please, if there is someone out there listening... help me.'

Immediately, without any pause, he felt a magnetic pull on his chest. His shift done, he followed it, out of the door and toward the local thrift store. He made it inside when a book literally flew off of the shelf, onto the ground. The pull ended... and he grabbed the book up. His senses screamed as he felt something, that familiar warmth, in the book.

"So, you wanna buy that book?" He almost jumped, turning to face as man with a bored look. "They've been on the shelf for weeks. My Uncle bought it at a local estate sale a few towns over, a weird Catholic lady was selling them. Her Aunt was really into Paganism but died, she was selling the books for almost nothing. No one is interested in them, so we are selling them pretty cheap. There is like three books you can have at a deal."

He nodded, with a cold realization. "Paganism you say... interesting... I'll take the lot. All she had." He would leave with all three grimoires. He carried it all to his trailer, before diving into the books. "He had to translate the first book, but what he found was amazing. It was all in Latin, and artfully written. However the first few paragraphs were not spells, but a letter from the author to whomever found the book.

"To those that find this grimoire, I was a witch named Lydia. My line holds no power any longer, all too afraid to continue to craft and so the magic faded. I leave to whomever finds this, all the knowledge I managed to obtain over my twenty years practicing the craft. Much was lost, as I traveled and the world grew too scientific. I wrote down my secrets in this tome for the sole purpose of keeping my knowledge alive. Do not let it fade into obscurity, let all I have worked for live, breathe... let it stay in our world.

All witches specialize in something, some in family skills, others in coven based magic. I always excelled in healing, I was a nurse in the eighties until I started to get sick. Magic cannot cure everything it seems.

Use the knowledge for your own gains but never forget to serve Nature, as is the purpose of us Witches. Never forget that enemies follow you everywhere, from all corners. Master the craft before you reveal yourself, and never get cocky... there is always a bigger fish. Be it another witch, or a vampire or a werewolf. Keep your wits about you, dear heir...

And always love yourself, for you were born to greatness...

In these three books, you will find how to control your innate gifts, how to tap into the elements, and how to harness the greatness of nature to cast spells and potions. Learn from me dear heir, and never walk the lonely path again...

Stunned, he sat back. "I am a witch... amazing... where does my power come from... what does this all mean... I must know more." And so began his study, a daily task.

Learning Latin, moving things with his thoughts, starting fires... locator spells, ward, telekinetic repulsion spells, spells for defense and offense. Keeping his wits about him, as the book warned, he made a point to master anything he could in regards to offense and defense, not wanting to die by any means. A long summer of typically boring days, he taught himself a lot.

However, as the book also warned, magic took energy and he needed to be careful. He was no god, and he had no idea of his natural limits. He had to be exceedingly careful, less he burn out.

To that end, he started to take basic Self defense classes, never knowing when they would come in handy. It cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it...

Soon school came to be, and it was time to get back involved with the rest of the world. He could not hide and practice magic, he had to work at pretending to be normal.

And oddly, that was the hardest part of all...

However, even as he walked to school for this first day, he could not help but wonder what force led him to the grimoires he found...wondering how he could thank it even as he found a means to finally improve his life beyond his mundane existence.


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.