𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍.

The beginning.

A long time ago, there was a witch. She was the most beautiful witch of all. She had flowing light blonde hair, The perfect figure and beautiful aquamarine eyes.

She had tried to get married for years, but no one wanted to marry her. She had always wondered why. She was told by all her fellow witches that she was 'so beautiful', and that 'everyone would fall for her'. She had believed it at first, but now she didn't want to hear it.

She had been told by her mother, "Andromeda dear. It's true, you are very beautiful, but the reason is your powers. They're all scared of you,". "But why?! I really loved him! Does he think that I'd kill him?! You don't HURT people you love!" she said, annoyed. "Look, they're humans. We're different. They're all stupid. Don't listen to them. Even if you don't find the right match, it's okay, I'll still love you, no matter what." Her mother told her, assuringly.

She had never forgotten what her mother had told her, but there was still a void in her heart. She still couldn't deny the fact that she was dangerous, and that's why no one loved her.

She decided to make a blood pact, with her other witches. Out of frustration, she agreed to give up her first born child, in order to gain a higher status. If she didn't love anymore, how could she bear a child? What was there to lose?

A lot. Much more than she'd ever know.

-Time skip 8 months-

Andromeda, on her 25th birthday, was in her dark room, lying on her bed, and sulking. She still didn't want to go out. There was no point. She didn't want to have that chance of running into him again. Mid thought, she was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. She slowly got up and sat on the side of her bed, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Who are you and what do you want!?" She shouted, making sure the person on the other side of the room could hear that she didn't want to talk. "Andromeda, it's me," said a voice. It was her 'friend'. She didn't like the other witches, as they weren't very nice. She got off her bed and opened the door. "Oh. It's you. What do you want?" She asked. "Come see me. Downstairs. 8 pm sharp. Wear your best dress." said the brunette witch. Before she could reply, the witch shut the door and walked off. "Rude much," muttered Andromeda. She glanced at the clock on the wall, 6.52p.m. I'd better get ready for whatever is waiting dowmstairs." she thought.

She walked to her closet and flung the doors wide open.
"Alright, now what should I wear...." she said, flipping through all the clothes in her closet. After about 10 minutes, she had finally chosen a short, shiny black dress. "This should do," she said, standing in front of a large mirror. In the corner of her eye, she could see the reflection of a small black box, no bigger than the palm of her hand, tied with a gold ribbon on her dressing table.

Her mother had gave it to her before she died 6 months ago. She hadn't opened it yet, but her mother would have wanted her to open it on her birthday. She turned around and walked to the table to pick up the box. She opened the box to see a gold ring, with a moonstone on it, perfectly placed on the velvet casing of the box. "Ah, mom. How cliche," she laughed to herself, slipping the ring on her finger.
"Moonstone, hmmm, she always remembered that moonstone was lucky."

She put the box back where it belonged and opened the room door to see what awaited her downstairs.