The years passed, and with them, everything changed, their faces, voices and even the way they carried themselves. To anyone watching from the outside, we looked normal.
We lived peacefully until the night everything broke when Emily was ten. Five men broke into our home under the cover of darkness, thinking they had found an easy target. They never made it out.
Seren's voice trembled slightly as she recalled it, though her eyes remained fixed ahead, as if she was watching it unfold all over again. "What she did that night…" she said quietly, "…it wasn't normal."
"The power she displayed wasn't like anything we've seen" Seren said. "Not as a fae or a witch, something else entirely."
Seren exhaled slowly, her fingers curling at her sides. "It drew attention" she said. "Dangerous attention."
Her gaze darkened."That same night… they came."
"Who?" Abigail asked softly.
"Older witches" Seren answered this time. "From different covens. They tracked us down because of Emily."
