This is the story of mona lisa, the greatest witch to ever live.
Over 1000 years ago ;
In the time of the danger era of witches.
Egypt 1882
In the south of Europe, In the North Of Africa a girl was born indigenous to the Coven of very powerful witches, this was a time when magic filled the air, it was also a time when people had to live in constant fear of the unknown.
Now this girl was surprisingly pale skin, her eyes were different set of colors mixed together, it was beautiful, captivating, Scary....An obviously special girl judging by her appearance, was she influenced by genetics? Nope not at all, infact she was so different from he family that it had caused a momentarily problem between her parents on her legitimacy.
Not long after her birth, a group of Savage humans, who called themselves The "church" came claiming to be righteous religious fanatics but they killed and tortured in the name of their God, they trashed everything in thier sight, the Witches couldn't get a decent fight, it was a full on assault that was meant to take them out, because before they could muster a spell, Their brains were bursted out. Some of the remaining surviving witches were bounded in chains and taken out to slavery, others ran into the forest and distant places, this was the Fall of the Daughters of Midnight, then known as "The Sisters of Sekhmet"
'Take her and run' said a bloody faced middle aged woman, she had a long dress on, her long hair tattered and in disarray she was talking to a girl, who was in her early teenage years, the girl wore a long white silk dress too, her hair was black covered with mud and blood she was holding a pale skinned baby, the baby was crying and so was her holder, their eyes were glistening with fear as chaos ensued around them.
Take her, Aurora ...run! My dear, save yourself, save your sister for the sake of the coven' the woman added. Aurora, the little girl stood tears streaming down her face, she had never experienced this kind of dilemma before there were so much blood, so much chaos she couldn't move
'I can't ' she said , her voice cracking up as a result of the tears .
'No you have to Aurora, be strong take off save your sister be strong please..' said the woman her voice trailing off, she was dying she had been shot earlier by an evangelist of the church as the religious war between both constituencies was going on, it was really magic vs technology and technology was winning badly, beside the woman laid a man, her husband he had a large hole punctured on his head and particles of his brain were spread out on the floor for his wife to see, for his children to see....
'Run... Run my child' the woman said, she was now breathing her last, her voice was now oddly steady she was smiling, her face smeared with blood, the blood of hers and her husband, the ominous sight paralyzed the little girl but she knew she had to run....if she wanted to make it she had to run, if she wanted to revenge her Coven she had to run after all she and her sister were the future, she nodded and summoned courage and made for it, outside the building, into the forest, into an unknown life of nothing.