April 13, 1697:
It was a dark stormy night in Salem, Massachusetts. Not a sound could be heard but the howling of the wind and the violent pitter-patter of the rain hitting the muddied ground.
Off in the distance, the irregular sound of slogging feet in the deeply muddied unpaved roads.
Along the lonesome street, and down the eerie path that leads through the darkened woods lived three families.
The Higginbothams, The Cromwells, and The Bishops. Three different families yet the same. See all is not what it appears, and fate had plans for these three families.
But not all can go as planned, and it is exactly these three families that will either be the end of all humans or the saving grace and those three families? They come from one bloodline.
In the beginning, three sisters born from Margery Leonora Alden, the youngest daughter of the Alden family, and Ezequiel Nurse, a locksmith.
Thus bringing forth three daughters. Evanora, Alizon, and Cassandra Nurse.
Those three would be known as the original three. Born of powerful descendants who originate from somewhere in the Middle East.
Unfortunately for them, it wouldn't matter how powerful they were or who their ancestors are, fate decided they'd be no more, and no amount of trying to change it was going to stop it.
A powerful bloodline was now meant to be cut short.
The three sisters grew up, later marrying Eliphias Higganbotham, Gerald Cromwell, Scott Bishop.
It is only years later in their lives, after each of them had two children each that the prophecy came to light. Forcing them to make a drastic decision.
They would protect them. Even if it meant they had to face their own fate head one.
So, they all watch their children grow before them with heavy hearts… unable to do a thing to change or deter fate's evil claws.
It is written that on that fateful stormy night that even the weather seemed to know what was about to occur. The violent winds howling, in pain for its daughters. Rain falling hard and fast, like the continuous cry of a broken heart.
The three women quickly rushed to hide their beloved oak trunk under the large underground compartment that is hidden beneath the floorboards. They slam the wooden floor shut and quickly throw an old skin rug on the hidden panel.
Suddenly, the sound of sloshing, muddied footsteps could be heard as the angry mob slowly made their way into the woods.
The three turned to look at each other solemnly.
"Sisters, it is time," Evanora says.
"A-are you sure there isn't another way out of this Nora?" Alizon asks, fearfully.
"No, I am afraid there isn't Alice.." She says back sadly.
"All avenues were searched and exhausted, dear sister. You know the rules Alizon, we can not harm any living beings. To do so would to commit a crime against nature itself. We made a vow, and will will keep it.." Cassandra adds.
"Remember, we must sacrifice ourselves for others to live. We won't be truly dying tonight..after all." Evanora reassured.
"Let us do what we must, so our families can live to see another day," Cassandra says, tearfully.
"Let us go then," Alizon says sadly, glancing at her sisters.
Within seconds the winds began to howl harsher than before, the small cottage-like house shook as the wind carried through it.
The fire burning within the hearth went out but for just a second.
The three women join hands, closing their eyes in concentration as they murmured the old Latin language, three different incantations that became one, within their books.
The air surrounding them filled with tension as the muddied steps grew closer to their location.
Scott, Eli, and Gerry hide with their children in a snapper, hidden under thick blankets and other things alike.
"Where is momma, poppa?" A little girl asks.
"Shh...now, sweetheart, we mustn't be heard." The man whispers, hugging the small child closer to his chest.
They could all hear as they listened to the mob pass by.
It is there when three women were ripped away from their families, and taken back into town, where they are put on trial for things they hadn't done.
Evanora Higginbotham, Alizon Cromwell, and Cassandra Bishop are sentenced to immediate death. Never to be seen alive again by their loved ones.
At least, that is what is believed.
No one truly knows what happened to them. Not even their own families.
But it is not in man to decide anyone's fate, and what Fate decides, Fate can undo.
September 13, 1993: The birth
"Neé, come on! We don't have time for this! I have to get you to the hospital!" A young Charles Swan called from the foot of the stairs.
Renee, his young wife, who happened to be heavily pregnant, slowly made her way down the hall, and slowly down the creaky staircase.
"I'm coming, Charlie. Calm down. It's not as if it is easy to move around in this state." Renee snipped, stopping every few seconds to hang onto the wall.
The impatience was clear on the man's face as he rushed over to the woman, swiftly picked her up, and rushed out the front door, slamming it shut behind them.
Only to rush back inside a second later into the otherwise quiet house to pick up their four-year-old son in his arms before rushing back out once more, this time locking the door behind himself as he rushed out.
The sound of wheels screeching pierced the air, as the car backed out of their driveway. The sound could be heard throughout the rest of their neighborhood as they sped in the direction of the hospital.
It isn't until almost ten hours after their rapid arrival at the hospital that their daughter is brought into the world. Unbeknownst to them that just in the rooms down the hall and across the hall another two girls are born at the same moment she is.
Just like that the prophecy of the witch sisters is complete.
It is then that Isabella Marie Swan, Mary Alison Brandon, and Rosalie Anne Hale's paths are intertwined.
Born to Reneé Higginbotham and Charles Swan, Liddia Cromwell and Edgar Brandon, Lillian Bishop and Bryan Hale.
None realize that the ancient prophecy given to the Nurse's daughters is about to be solidified.