"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚,"
Rosamarie Petrova was never meant to be ordinary. Years after a great betrayal that changed her life, she awakened...
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The Ancestors were the power source of all nine covens of New Orleans. They inhabited the Ancestral Plane where they fueled the power of the entire witch community of the city.
Once a witch died, they were consecrated, and the magic in their bones was added to the ancestral power. It gave the covens the power of hundreds upon hundreds of witches while restricting the witches, both living and dead within the boundaries of the city.
The living witches of New Orleans treated the Ancestors as a divine pantheon, their orders being seen as holy edicts that must be obeyed.
A new Regent was elected by the Elders, the individual leaders of the nine covers to lead them together as a community. The Regent had a direct link with the ancestors and spoke on behalf of all the consecrated dead in the city. They were considered as the most powerful witch in the community, being the only witch within the nine covens with access to the powers of the entirety of the Ancestors.
It was supposed to be an honour for Vincent, the current Regent, to lead his people, but was it? The Ancestors and Elders were old and they had seen a lot of things he hadn't, but did they knew better? Now that he was being dragged out into the middle of a forest against his will, he was starting to doubt his beliefs.
"The Ancestors must have lost their damn minds!" He snapped angrily as Ethan forced him to walk along with him.
The siphoner smiled at him. "Quite the opposite! See, when I arrived in New Orleans, I made them a deal. Upon my request, they would grant me access to the Regent and, in exchange, we'd provide for them a world without the Originals," He mused.
Vincent's eyes widened, realising the gravity of the situation he was in. "We?" He pointed out.
"We," Another voice spoke and he looked ahead to see Mikael standing in front of them.
The two acquaintances smirked at each other as Ethan forced the witch to walk a few more yards, coming to stop just a foot away from a basin sitting upon a rock. He let the man go and Vincent, sighed, searching his surroundings for anything that could tell him where he was.
"Ah...we're here," Ethan announced dramatically.
"Yeah, but where the hell is "here", man?" Vincent retorted in an irritable tone, clearly uncomfortable.
"How disappointing! A powerful witch who cannot sense when you're treading on hallowed ground?" He gasped, earning an eye roll from Mikael while Vincent sighed defeatedly. He gave the two a satisfied smile, continuing in his dramatic tone. "Welcome... to Mystic Falls. The place where it all began, where Esther Mikaelson created the vampire species under the shade of the infamous white oak tree, she crafted the spell that turned each of her children...and I mean to replicate that spell,"
