❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter two ☪︎
❛first day.❜
The Harvest was two years ago. Valerian was now 16, and she was never the same. It was like a different chapter of her life, no, a whole different book, and she couldn't even remember the intermission.
The last thing she knew was that she passed out. Total and utter blackness and she had no idea how long it lasted for. She woke up on the side of an empty road with a searing headache, grey skies overhead, and no recollection of how she got there. The only thing she knew for certain was that there was a large sign that proclaimed the only truth she known, maybe in her whole life. She was in Beacon Hills.
The Imperium Coven from New Orleans had been exterminated, and she was the only one left. Her only thing to remember it by was the funem of the other Chosen, which were tied into a secure braid that cryptically appeared on her wrist when she woke up. But, there were individuals from all over the states, and she had to find answers. The guilt never went away even when the world melted away from her. It stuck in the back of her heart like black tar and she could never scrub it away. A part of her enjoyed the constant reminder even if it manifested itself in anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares, and the like. It was almost like a service, an act of repentance, for her actions.
She had to learn what happened. What the silver was. What the Supreme meant. How to control her powers, new and old. She had always been at the top of her coven even from a young age, being born naturally skilled and the whole coven knew it. Val was a fast learner and had power like the coven had never seen before. But she still was supposed to learn more, until she was Chosen.
What she needed was a teacher. That was where Maryse came in, and she was exactly who Val needed. She was a witch, also from the Imperium coven, but ran away once she had learned the true nature of the Harvest. The woman who treated her like her own, who held her as she scream-cried into her arms, who stroked her to sleep after an especially rough night. She was family.
Through the two years, Val became even stronger and more skilled with her magic than before. Despite her very unordinary life, she taught her ordinary things too, like what she would've learned at school. Maryse homeschooled her for the two years that they lived together, but Val was ready for school, and it was the first day.
A part of her dreaded it, the other was ecstatic. She had never been to a real school. In the coven, they were taught but it was primarily about their craft. All her friends were in the coven and now they were all dead. She desperately needed friends. Having a coven used to be a staple in her life. A community of people who understood you, or so she thought at the moment, but regardless, the good ones were always by her side.
