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In the beginning the beauty was known as Princess Sienna Gracehardt, the only living heir of the great Gracehardt Coven. This Coven was governed by her family for many generations. Her father High Sorcerer Matthias Gracehardt was royalty in the Society of Magic. And he was very benevolent sorcerer king. When the eldest son of his most hated rival, who was a dark sorcerer, declared love for Sienna, High Sorcerer Gracehardt was suspicious of his intentions. His name was Braxas. They could be no lasting peace between their Covens. The sorcerer, Braxas, courted Sienna for a while. She was warned by her father this suitor was after something they had. Their light power which they could absorb inside  increasing their power as Dark Magic wielders. Gracehardt was one of the most powerful Covens in this magic society. Sienna was a gentle, beautiful, young, spirited, but also gullible. She was in love with being in love without being weary of the consequences. Betrayal can bring the worst out of people. Even the most gentle of hearts. Sienna was once one of these gentle hearts. Her father was murdered before her eyes but not before she was taken advantage of, sexually, by Braxas. Princess Sienna’s world came crashing down as she had been betrayed by the one she thought loved her. The sorcerer broke her heart and spirit, but worse, he also killed Matthias with a fatal potion mixed into his wine. In her grief and heartache, darkness consumed her heart. In time Sienna got her revenge on Braxas. Her powers were absolute the day her father took his last breath allowing her to take her place as Queen. But that didn’t end her crusades. She decided nobody else would ever hurt her again, she would get them before they got her. Sienna became malevolent towards others overtime thus becoming the darkest enchantress. Calling herself by the name of Sienna Darqworth. She was no longer a gentle heart. Nobody who’s ever experienced Sienna’s wickedness could ever believe she was once a beautiful witch with a gentle heart. This heart had been consumed by darkness and corrupted by all her malevolent behavior. Somewhere with the darkest depths of her black heart was her former self caged and trapped, like a damsel without hope. Would true love be the thing strong enough to free her from the darkness that controlled her like a curse? Or would she somehow free herself?..(To Be Continued. From here on out what happens next will be within the storylines. Each outcome different and separate.)

* If you had to pick just one favorite thing about spring, what would it be?Blooming Flowers, I love nature and this is my favorite time of the year because of it. * Since spring often signifies a “new beginning,” what new beginning might you try this season?Perhaps expand my horizons in regards to my business and open a few more sites in other states or do pop-up stores. * Does your character pick wildflowers when they see them?Yes, I love them! We used to do it when I was a child during spring. * What’s one song that reminds you of Spring?  "I'm Like a Bird" by Nelly Furtado.* Is your birthday in the spring? No, it is not, I am a fall baby.* What’s your favorite drink to have in the Spring time?Lavender Cosmo they are truly devine. * What was the last thing you wore that was yellow?A yellow maxi dress.* “April showers bring May flowers.” What is your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?Cuddle up with a good book or watch a movie snuggled up with my dog, Mason.* What is your favorite type of flower to smell?Roses, any kind really. * What is your favorite spring break memory?Going to Coney Island with my parents and my brother, every year we would go for a weekend and sometimes for a week, it was always fun. * Who is the Greek goddess of Spring and nature?Persophene. * What is your favorite spring activity?Going on Hikes.* What’s one country you wish you could visit in the spring?Greece, it is beautiful.* What’s your go-to spring color to wear from your wardrobe? Yellow, Greens, and Purples (pastel)​​​​* What’s the most surprising thing you’ve ever found while spring cleaning?Old photos and memory things that I have hid so well that brings me happiness. 

one. don't thank them, but more importantly - do notverbalize your apologies. offer sweets like chocolate. two. never give them your full name. three. they may steal from you, but you should not evenconsider stealing from them. four. don't curse them. you'll spend eternity wishingyou hadn't.five. cover your ears if you hear their music. six. stay out of the fairy rings. don't sign that deal. seven. a kiss from a faerie is good fortune.a bite is a bad omen. a pinch is you getting on their nerves.eight. don't get overly attached to them.nine. don't eat their food. you'll belong to them forever.ten. some collect teeth. these are the meanest. most ifnot all tooth fairys belong to the unseelie court. eleven. mind your manners in their presence.twelve. do acknowledge them in their domains.thirteen. do heed their warnings. fourteen. harming and/or contributing to the harm ofa fae child is an unforgivable and unforgettable offense.they will repay for generations. fifteen. they're easy to identify if you knowwhat to look for.sixteen. beware of their rhymes. seventeen. you shouldn't dance with them. it's inebriating. 

Eldest and only daughter of Stephen Nicholas Hampton & Sam Hampton. Family owns a billion-dollar luxury hotel brand. Niece of famous actor Alec Hampton Baldwin  Following a public feud, which led to the destruction of her reputation, Summer finds her career to be overshadowed by  controversial rumors including an estranged relationship. After failing to read the terms & conditions of the agreement, Summer Hampton, a promising, young American model, socialite, and media personality, joins a wealthy mysterious powerful group of secretive people who promise to keep her rich, famous, and full of frequent and luscious opportunities after she founds a clean-beauty based, successful business brand. 

It has been less than 24 hours since Sergeant Ashford and his battalion arrived at Randolph Air Force Base in Austin, Texas. Already, they are making patrols within and around the state capital city to try and keep the peace and maintain order. Even though it has been a few days since the order was given to deploy all military units into action to deal with this new crisis, not much has been given to the battalion in the way of information about the outbreak. They have learned more through social media and being on the field rather than from their incompetent superiors.Rumors spread quickly through the Air Force Base. The dead were coming back to life to attack the living. Those dead or infected can only be put down with a headshot. If you are attacked and bit by the infected, there is no saving you from dying from a sickness that burns through you like a wildfire. This outbreak is everywhere, not just in the major cities. Across the globe and in rural areas. Almost like god flipped a switch and changed how the world worked.Unfortunately for Sgt. Ashford, any teeny bit of information that his radio operator and driver, Corporal Ray Persons, spews the information any chance he gets. There is not a day that goes by when Ashford tells motormouth Ray to shut up. Though, Ashford will play into Ray’s constant talking with banter. Joking with Ray about him being trailer trash among many other things.The platoon that Ashford and Ray are in was tasked to patrol the rural areas East of the capital city. Luckily on their travels, they didn’t get into any situations with the dead or infected. Only civilians trying to get away from the city center or trying to make it into the city to get to one of the several refugee camps that were being set up. Just in those few encounters, it was obvious that the populus was frightened about the outbreak and what was being shown on the news.Daylight was running out and it was time to return back to the airfield where they were basing themselves out of. Just as they were about to turn around, one of the squads from a different platoon got on the radio. “This is Assassin-Actual. We are RTB with two casualties. Bite wounds to the shoulder and arms. Over.”“Jesus Christ, Ashford. Two in Alpha got bit and they are returning to base,” Cpl. Ray said just after listening to the battalion communications.“Do we know who and what happened?” Sgt. Ashford said as he and the others in the humvee looked to Ray for any answers. Ray only shook his head and looked back to the road. “F***…” Ashford said under his breath as the humvee grew silent. “This is Hitman 2 to all victors, we are done with our patrol. We are turning around at the next intersection and RTB. Over.” The Platoon Commander, LT. Nate Fick, ordered all humvees to turn around and return to base.Once they got to the next intersection, every humvee turned around and started to make their way back towards the state capital and to Randolph Air Force Base. If it wasn’t for the humvee’s engine and driving on the road, it was silent as the grave. Ashford knew that it wasn’t good for his men to keep their mind on what his driver just said about the two casualties from Alpha Company. It probably didn’t help that Ray was spewing the rumors about those who getting bit will die fairly quickly.To get their minds off of the news, Ashford slowly started to slowly sing a cult classic. Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. Little did they know, it was going to get much worse from this point on.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjueQs1JkTE

It Might be a Long Backstory but Hey the more details the better no? This is the Verse for grey's and other verses that has similar plots alongside them.  [2 Altnerates for Derek & Mark but everything else still stays the same] Waking up in his own small bedroom, He was awaken by the sound of birds chirping through his window. He was search of his birth Mother Addison Montgomery, a world known surgeon and doctor. Why? He been asking himself, Why would be looking for a woman who never knowledge his own existence or know her son is now a very popular Officer. "It Ain't like She care about me for the past few years of my life", He mutters to himself. He quickly showered, got dressed and is now standing in his own kitchen making himself a cup of coffee. See The Thing is, He wanted to meet his mother and his father, many claims that he was the world's famous brain doctor or whatever, Derek Sheppard. He smirks to himself thinking on how different life would be if he was his son. He grab a mug and pour his coffee and sat down at the table staring at a newspaper, He grab the paper and turn it over and sees Mark Sloan on the next page, "Plastic Surgeon", Could He be his father too? The Onle way to tell was to track his mother down. Unaware of the time, He notice, He was running late, "Crap" He said. He got up from his table, grab the newspaper,  his car keys, his phone and walltet and headed out the door, He was stuck in traffic halfway through his ride and he wasn't really happy about it but his phone rang and he answered, "Hello Boss" He said with a bit of an annoyed face. His Boss asked if he was on his way to the office, Noah responded with a Yes as He got finally got to the crosssection with a red light, Until he witness a car pass him and ran the red light and crash into a SUV. He hung up on his boss and decided to call 9-1-1 ASAP. He explain he was an officer and he needed backup and EMTs. He got out of his car and he decided to help those on scene, He came across a 10 year old child, Her parents were being taken to Grey-Sloan Memorial Hostipal. His face went green and the little girl asked if he was okay. He nodded. Upon Arrival at the Trauma Bay, He spotted her. His mother at the doorway Since the girl's mother was 2 months in with a growing baby. He felt even more sick. April notice Noah was ill, So She asked him, "Hey Are you okay?" Noah was bought back to reality and responded with a "What? Oh I'm sorry I'm fine" In Comes Derek and Mark to check on the little's girl parents to see if nothing series happened to them. Noah's Derek Shepprd Background: "Hey April" Noah asked, "Who is that Man and those Two Women?" He pointed to the man with big bushy hair and a shadow on his face who was standing next to Meredith and Addison who all 3 were looking at two different people. He also pointed to one of the younger and older woman. "Meredith and Addison and the Man standing there is...." She was cut off by Christina who responded with "His name is Derek but he's known here as Mcdreamy" Noah raise an eyebrow who was quite speechless and also quite interested. "Why do you ask?" Christina asked him looking at him. Noah felt nervous and said, "I think She" He pointed to the older Woman and "Him" He added pointing to Derek "Might be my biological parents" April and Christina had shocking looks to their faces. "Is there a way to confirm it/" He asked looking a bit more relax. Both girls said they were but it would be diffcult to get considering, His father is now dating the younger woman. Noah's Mark Sloan Background: "Hey April?" He asked,  "The Tall Man There, What is his Name?" He pointed to the man who was looking at the father of the little girl. "Mark Sloan" She responded. He stare at him closely and turn to the other woman "what about her in the pink scrub?" He asked. "Addison, She's a world known.." Noah cut her off and said, "Surgeon, Yeah I know" He said with a small smile. "Tell me more about the,m, What does Mark Do?" Before April could answered, He was greeted by Jackson Avery, He could tell by reading his badge. "Plastics, Sorry I didn't mean to cut in" Noah nodded his head "No it was okay, I know he's a good plastic surgeon" He responded. "Plus He's known as Mcstreamy isn't he?" April was a bit shock to know he knew that "How did you know?" He look at her and with a small blush on his face said, "I-I heard it from your two other doctors" Jackson took an interest in Noah and asked, "Why are you so interested in Mark and Addison?" Noah sigh and look at both Mark and Addison "I think Mark is my father and Addison is my mother'     

Writer's Real Life Intro: Well First and Foremost Allow me to say Hello! In Real Life, I am rather busy working 40 hours a week alongside Roleplays, I do podcasting and content creatons which means while im at my PC or Mobile I may not always be around but I will do my best to respond to you. Also just like many I am an adult     Questions & Answer you may have:Q: I Notice you mention you have multi verses in your little status what does this mean? A: Well It means what you think it means, I don't wanna seen as a ONE verse kind of character. If your playing as (Example: Castiel,Gabriel, Chuck, Sam, Dean, Crowley, Jody, Charlie and etc) and your verse is Supernatural or any Supernatural genre (some i may be unfamiliar with so Im sorry) then you can check my blog for a background which will most likely have a titled called (Supernatural - Show or Genre). Same sorry if your playing a grey's chracter, chicago fire, and etc Q: I notice you listed Addison as the Mother, Who is the Father of Noah? A: Well it's hard to reason, I speific did this character as an AU, as a what IF he was the son of Derek Sheppard or What IF he was the son of Mark Sloan. If your a Derek or Mark character, you can decide on the storyline on how this will come about (I will create a background for both men both under the blog, no matter who is the father) Q: Did Addison gave up Noah because she was focus on her career or what's the deal? A: You May Check the background on Noah which is coming out soon ;) Q: What is Noah's Career Choice? A: Depending on the Verse, however He is a Police Detective regradless of Verse (for supernatural Verse, Police Detective by Day, Hunter by Night. No He is not Dean Winchester. Noah is his own Character!) Q: Noah's Sexuality?A: Bisexual Q: Noah's Personality? What makes him so different? Who Does He Seem more like?A: He's actually extremely smart despite being a Detective, He's highly knowledgeable and of course He's charming and often has a little bit of a temper, however depending on the verse all varies. Guidelines: 1. I am not a number! I am here to write and if I make friends along the way then awesome otherwise, Im here to write and bring out my creavity along the way. Hence Why I am a MULTI VERSE character. 2. Avoid being unoriginal with the bump and this and that. I get bored real quick and I may just end up ingoring you completly until you delete me. 3. I am discord friendly, howver I keep discord away from my roleplaying habit because again as I mention above, Discord is my communcation to many things. 4. Have fun and let's write something amazing!   

Steve walked into the living room he pulled out of his backpack some homework from his earlier classes that he did not skip he sat on the couch reading the math problems and let out a sigh that was one class he hated out of all his classes but he was figuring out what was on the paperwork.    Hearing heavy footsteps coming down the stairs he perked up confusion he could have sworn he was alone in the house. * HELLO! * He called out but no one was there he stood up placing his book down and slowly walked over to the stairs when he stepped out getting closer to the stairs suddenly it got dark real DARK in a matter of seconds but red flashes would appear in the sky the room was filled with vines he almost tripped on one * woah .. * he whispered looking around he squinted because the redness was so bright but he didn't see anyone at all not even in the distance but then he felt someone behind him there stood vecna behind him * hello 007... * vecna said deeply and man was he ugly! His voice sent chills down his spine vecna smiled wickedly *What the hell are you ?! * He said as his eyes bulged out in fear vecna tsked at what Steve said *I see ....  you don't remember  well let me fix that. * Vecna slid his pointy finger on Steve's neck slowly and using his power he sliced a portion on his neck that stung like a bitch but Steve was still alive vecna used his telecantic powers to pull out what was a implant in Steve's neck that he had no idea had been suppressing his abilities since he was a child he had no idea he had any for that matter Steve tried to run but he was not able to * are you going to kill me * he felt his skin burning where vecna sliced * not yet 007 I'm just going to make you remember... * Steve had fear in his eyes when vecna's pointy finger flicked his forehead and this sudden force made Steve drop to the ground he gasped as the memories of him being a child experiment rushed through him so much so he had what looked like a seizure but he wasn't having one it was just his powers coming back his body to flame up so hot Steve's flames turned blue and the blast exploded right Infront of vecna blowing vecna back into a pile of vines suddenly they were both back in the normal not upside down world he sat up shaking his head slowly * what the hell was that! * he whispered out of breath he touched his neck there was no mark he looked around and got up everything was back to normal.

Preferred Writing Style: Multi-paragraph to novella writing in group format within my own topic.Narrative Perspective: Third person only, please.No Godmoding: Avoid godmoding or power play in writing.Character Inclusion: Crossovers and OCs are welcome, but please provide information about your character.Romantic Interactions: Single love interest with chemistry only. Once committed, I remain loyal to my writing partner.Discussion and Starters: Open to discussing ideas before writing, but also open to random starters that make sense.Content Restrictions: No smut, rape, incest, excessive violence, or torture. Attempts to introduce such content will result in deletion and blocking.

Preferred Writing Style: Multi-paragraph to novella writing in group format within my own topic.Narrative Perspective: Third person only, please.No Godmoding: Avoid godmoding or power play in writing.Character Inclusion: Crossovers and OCs are welcome, but please provide information about your character.Romantic Interactions: Single love interest with chemistry only. Once committed, I remain loyal to my writing partner.Discussion and Starters: Open to discussing ideas before writing, but also open to random starters that make sense.Content Restrictions: No smut, rape, incest, excessive violence, or torture. Attempts to introduce such content will result in deletion and blocking.

╔                      ╗ g e n e r a l ╚                      ╝ ┈┈┈┈┈◦•✩•◦┈┈┈┈┈ ✩ name :: -Sora Aliceij   ✩ nickname :: -Aice   ✩ gender :: -female   ✩ sexual orientation :: -bi   ✩ age :: -17   ✩ birthday :: -10/01   ✩ zodiac sign :: -Libra   ✩ species :: -human   ✩ nationality :: -Japanese   ✩ place of birth :: -Tokyo ╔                      ╗ a b i l i t i e s ╚                      ╝ ┈┈┈┈┈◦•✩•◦┈┈┈┈┈ ✩ ability :: -animal shift   ✩ ability description :: -she can shape shift into different animals   ✩ preferred weapon :: -scythe   ✩ strengths :: -fast   ✩ drawbacks :: -exhaustion   ╔                      ╗ s t a t s ╚                      ╝ ┈┈┈┈┈◦•✩•◦┈┈┈┈┈ ✩ intellect :: -6   ✩ confidence :: -2   ✩ agility :: -8   ✩ stamina :: -9   ✩ patience :: -4   ✩ charisma :: -?   ✩ speed of attack :: -3   ✩ speed of dodging :: -6   ✩ attack strength :: -4   ✩ courage :: -3   ✩ teamwork :: -3 

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Biographical Information   Name:Willow Naysu Nicknames:Low Alias:Alice Emily Ross Personal Information   Status:Alive  Age:100 Birthday:10/01 Gender:female Height:4ft Race:Subclass Nationality:Japanese Hometown:Kyoto Vampire Type:Subclass Occupation:singerdancingGuitaristartist  Appearance   top picture   Hair Color:pink Eye Color:red Outfit:depends Personality   introvet   Likes:men -sex -huge d*cks -sweets -dogs   Dislikes:rudeness     Hobbies:reading-singing-dancing-drawing   Background   n/a Plot   n/a Powers & Abilities   shape shift Relationships   dead Stats   Strength:4/10 Tactics:6/10 Cooperativeness:6/10 Mental:3/10 Appearance: 7/10 Other   Seiyuu:? Character Song:MahiKuro [AMV] - Crushcrushcrush - YouTube Debut:Anime Episode 6 Ship:LaWil/LawLow Quotes   ``BE PATIENT!!``  Trivia   1.omega   2.go into heat at random   3.Lawless`s subclass   4.anxious  —- Template created by Neo’s Girlfriend

"We've decided to send Roma to unbind the Wallace lineage." Anyone who knew anything knew how ugly that was going to get. Every member at the tablewidened their eyes momentarily and looked anywhere but at Roma. For once she witnessed themglad they weren't her rather than wishing they were. Roma smirked, but the Unseelie king rose from his seat. "No. That's Morgan le Fey's lineage, too." Roma's queen kept her composure, seated and relaxed. "All the more reason to send Roma. She's the only onestrong enough and it's time to purify the Wallace lineage. You of all should know better than tounderestimate her, Riley. She can free his children from that wretched sorceress and the devilsthey've accumulated over the years. We won't eradicate the Wallace family tree for they are too preciousto us, but they have to be stopped. They're getting worse with each generation." Since the death of their son, Roma could barely stand the sight of the Unseelie king. She kept her eyesfixated on her lap, trusting her queen to shut him up. Only he stood tall, his fingertips pressing into the tabletop, refusing to drop his argument."Morgan will strip her down before she gets her chance. She's wiped from history for a reason."The Seelie queen only shook her head slowly, her bright eyes never leaving Riley's darker hues. "I have nodoubt the witch will try to overtake Roma. For some time we may allow her to if only to infiltrateher dominion. It'll take a great deal of time, but I believe in Roma." "If Morgan doesn't kill her, those ignorant humans will.""They may try," the queen quickly retorted, "no one will touch my Roma. Think about it, Riley...If you love her so dearly then what makes you think God won't? He'll see her and He'll loveher. Once she has His attention, she'll be fine. She'll replenish our purest Wallace bloodlineand complete her mission with no troubles. Also, consider the retribution you'll finally get thegreen light on..." From the corner of her eye, Roma could see the hesitation in Riley's figure as he shifted his weight. She heardhis deep inhale and finally she looked at him. His gaze had fallen from the queen's and down to the table. A moan fell from his lips and Roma noticed he had closed his eyes. For only a moment, she felt for him again,deep in her stomach as she had before. "You're right," he said as he lowered himself back into his seat."If they touch her, I'll use their stolen magics on them...first. And they won't be able to resist her." TheUnseelie king's eyes found Roma's and the sensations within her strengthened. She felt the weight of his gaze,her breath catching, and it took her a moment to find the power to tear her eyes from his, blushingdeeply as she did. "I'll approve it... Under one condition - I go with her." Roma's brows furrowed and she looked to her queen. "No, he won't. I can do this on my own."The queen took a deep breath, her eyes on Roma, always softest with her youngest. After a long moment ofsilence, the queen looked to Riley and nodded in agreement. Roma's jaw dropped. "Mother, no. Please."Roma could sense Riley's irritation, but she kept her eyes on her queen. "Roma, my love, it's for yourprotection. He'll guide you through and you'll never be alone. The forces that'll seek todestroy you only Riley can bridle. Until you've reached God, you'll need him." You're Mine.

In the age of arts and beauty known as the Renaissance, there was a young witch named Estrana, or Estra for short. A child of a prestigious lineage, Estra was pure-blooded witch of noble blood , nurtured within the safe walls of her ancestral mansion. Her childhood was steeped in the arcane, with her early years dedicated to the study of botanical lore. Estra had a natural affinity for the lush greenery of her home's expansive gardens, tending to the herbs with an almost maternal devotion.As the youngest of three siblings, Estra cherished her freedom, which was more abundant than that of her elder siblings. Her curiosity was as untamed as the woods she frequented, where she would forage for new specimens to transplant into her personal gardens.Upon reaching her seventeenth year, her education took a 360 turn towards the broader and darker aspects of her heritage—subjects that failed to ignite her passion as the gardens did. This included the dark rites and concoctions lethal to vampires and werewolves, secret family knowledge passed down through generations.Estra was sheltered, living a life distanced from the age-old feud between vampires and werewolves—a conflict she though distant and never imagining that her destiny was entwined with it. However, as the conflict escalated into an all-out war between vampires and werewolves, the witches, including Estra's family, were forced into choosing a side. Aligning with the vampires, they played a important role in the push back of werewolves from their shared territories.The vampires, emboldened by victory, betrayed the witches. They slew the Witch-Queen of England, along with the noble families that supported her, aiming to weaken the witches' power and to gain supremacy.Amidst the bloodshed, Estra, the sole survivor of her house, fled, hiding in the forest she knew well. Yet, her respite was short-lived; she was hunted down, her life seemingly ended by the deadly fangs of the vampire.Death, however, was not the end for Estra. She awoke in the embrace of the forest, her skin pale as moonlight, her body bare, and her senses overwhelmed by a newfound thirst—an insatiable hunger for blood. Estra had been reborn as the very creature her family had taught her to despise: a vampire.Beneath the towering canopies of ancient trees, Estra wandered, each step a silent confirmation to her solitude. The forest, once a place of comfort and exploration in her witching days, now stood as a dark path of shadows. She yearned for the familiarity of the hidden witch's village, a place interwoven with memories of her past life—a past that seemed as distant.The curse of her new existence was heavily on her soul or what she had left of it. The woodland creatures, once subjects of her gentle fascination, had become prey to her predatory urges. The blood they offered was small, unable to quell the deep, craving for the rich and potent lifeblood she so desperately needed.As the outline of the village shown through the trees, an ember of hope ignited within Estra. Perhaps among these dwellings of her former kin, she might find safety, or even allies. However, the dark reality greeted her like a cold wind. Doors closed and windows shuttered at her presence; the villagers withdrew from her as though she were the harbinger of their demise. The whispered reverence once afforded to her noble lineage now turned to hushed scorn for the vampire they perceived her to be.In the chilling rejection, a solitary act of mercy flickered through the scorn. A witch, older than the rest, whose eyes held stories of old eras, saw past Estra's cursed facade. This solitary soul offered her shelter and, more crucially, blood— obtained from a willing sacrifice. It was an exchange, a pact of survival for wisdom.In the sanctuary provided by the old witch, Estra dedicated herself to a rigorous discipline. She imparted every nuance of her knowledge about herbs, their healing properties, and the arcane secrets of their use in powerful potions. Each session was a struggle with her darker nature, a nature that she very slowly learned to master with an iron resolve born from her desire to retain what remained of her humanity.The old witch, whom Estra came to know as Morwenna, was a gatekeeper of lost lore and ancient wisdom. Morwenna's kindness was not without caution, for she understood the gravity of harboring a creature as potent and unpredictable as a vampire, yet her gaze held no fear.Together, they delved deeper into the mysteries of herbology than Estra ever had before. Morwenna taught her the forgotten ways, spells that danced on the edge of light and darkness, potions that could heal or harm, sedate or stir. In exchange, Estra offered her own knowledge, secrets of her noble lineage, and her newfound understanding of the vampiric condition. Under Morwenna's guidance, Estra discovered herbs that could somewhat sate her bloodlust, allowing her a semblance of the control she so desperately sought. From Estra, Morwenna learned about the weakness of vampires and what they are capable off, what herbs worked on them and what herbs did not.As Estra grew more adept at harnessing her urges, she also learned of the village's issues. It was not just fear that caused them to close their doors to her but a deep sorrow that had loomed over the village. The witches had lost many of their own in the war, and their alliance with the vampires had left them isolated, vulnerable to the surrounding threats.Recognizing her unique position, Estra began to wonder if her dual nature might be a bridge between the villagers and the new vampire lords. She thought of revealing her identity, offering herself as a bridge for peace. But such thoughts were sweeped away by the sharp remembrance of betrayal and the burning loss of her family.Estra's nights were restless, filled with vivid dreams of her past life, her family, and visions of the war. She relived the horrifying moment of her death and rebirth, the pain, and the primal fear. Yet, each morning, she rose with a firmer will to make a new path, one that would honor the memory of her lost kin and protect the remnants of her kind.Morwenna had seen much in her years, and she recognized the fires of potential burning in Estra's eyes. She began to nurture not just the young vampire's knowledge but also her spirit, preparing her for a role she might have to take.On a night much like any other, with the silver sickle of the moon hanging low, a knock came upon Morwenna's door. The village was under threat, and the elders had nowhere left to turn. With a heavy heart and a saddened soul, Morwenna knew the time had come to reveal Estra's presence and the double-edged sword of her existence. For the village's survival might well depend on the very vampire they had once shunned.The elder witch's hands, gnarled with wisdom and age, hesitated on the latch. With a glance back at Estra, whose eyes glimmered with a mix of anticipation and dread, Morwenna opened the door. Standing in the threshold was a group of the village's remaining elders, their faces with the lines of desperate decisions.The air was thick with the scent of fear and moss as they entered, their eyes moved around the room, avoiding the shadowed corner where Estra stood, just out of the candlelight's reach. They spoke of a threat: a band of hunter, neither vampire nor werewolf, but men whose hearts had turned dark with the lust for power and control over supernatural beings. The village, w1eakened by losses and betrayals, was in their path. They hunted all be it vampire, witch or werewolves.Estra listened, her heart silent but her spirit stirred. This was her home, these were her people, in blood if not in current form. She stepped forward, emerging into the light. Murmurs of shock and a collective step backward from the group greeted her, but she stood firm, the light catching the pale glow of her skin."I am Estra," she declared, her voice carrying the strength of her lineage and her vampiric curse, "once of your kin, now something more. I offer you my protection, for my fate is entwined with yours."The room fell into a tense silence, the villagers trapped between Estra and the stark reality that approached them. It was Morwenna who broke the silence, her voice carrying the weight of her years, "She has knowledge beyond any we have seen, and power that we need. If we turn her away, we turn away our hope."The elders whispered amongst themselves in hushed, urgent tones. The situation was dire; the choice seemed to be one of survival, regardless of old prejudices and fears. They turned back to Estra, their decision made more out of necessity than acceptance.Estra, for her part, felt a surge of purpose she hadn't known since her transformation. This was her chance to protect, to redeem, to bridge the worlds she belonged to—both the light of her witch heritage and the dark of her vampiric curse.The plans were laid that night. Estra would not only defend the village but also train the witches in the art of combat, both mystical and physical. She helped them to harness the powers that lay dormant within them.In the weeks that followed, the village transformed. Under Estra's tutelage, barriers were fortified with spells, and traps laid with enchantments. The witches, young and old, practiced incantations and brewed potions that blurred the lines between witchcraft and the darker arts Estra had come to know from her family.The night the hunters arrived, they found not a village filled with fear but a place of united strength. Estra stood by them in battle.The battle was fierce, the air alive with the clash of magic and steel. Estra fought with a grace, her spells weaving seamlessly with her strikes, her fangs bared not in thirst but in the need to protect her home.As dawn approached, the tide turned. The hunters, realizing too late the might they had underestimated, retreated into the waning darkness from whence they came. The village had survived.In the aftermath, as the villagers nursed their wounds and repaired their homes, a newfound respect for Estra took root. She remained the child of night, walking a path lit by moon and star, but she was also their shoulder to lean on —their bridge between day and night, life and the eternal, witch and vampire. A complex treaty had been created between her and the village.Estra wanted to warn other about the threat of the hunters. If her village was attacked then others must be facing the same fate.   As she traveled village to village , a powerful yet paranoid witch, recognizing the threat and potential within her, ensnared her in a spell-induced slumber, a sleep spanning centuries.Estra awoke in the year 2019, to a world alien from the one she knew. The once-whispering forests had fallen silent, replaced by the march of progress and technology. Her journey now cut short in  modern age, where the supernatural lurked in the shadows of skyscrapers.