Lovers Lost

~ How it was ~

Laval, Northern France, 25th of October 1048

Annabelle Liabon was extremely skilled in her craft. That, no one could deny. The young woman had always had a certain intrinsic talent for witchcraft, despite not fully being a witch. The way she carried herself, with grace and elegance. The oldest Liabon had a carefree attitude towards life, even though she was next in line to lead the coven. She wanted to make the most of her life before having to think about that, before having to find someone and start a family. The siphoner looked like a princess of her time, with long blond curls and a short, slim figure. Her eyes, however, her jade-green eyes looked like they had seen and experienced much more than anyone her age would have.

The young witch could sweep anyone off their feet without even using magic. She and her youngest sister, Jean, took after their father's blonde hair and light-coloured eyes. The middle Liabon sister, Eleine, had their mother's auburn hair, the colour of autumn's first brown leaf, signalling Mother Nature's change of seasons once again, and the same round brown eyes that anyone could get lost into.

The sisters had trained under the best of their time: their mother, Cassandra Liabon. Even if she wasn't always kind to her oldest daughter, she taught her well. The matriarch of the family was a skilled witch, skilled enough that she was renowned in several towns, known to most witches that lived in northern France. Leader of her coven. The great and renowned Juste Coven. The irony.

Anna was the first of her kind. Well, that she knew of, at least. Her mother had kept the fact that she was born without any powers of her own underwraps. The chaos that would surely cause. The oldest child of the most famous coven leader in all of France at the time, born powerless. The one in line to lead them.

And, as it were, Annabelle Liabon's life wasn't the simplest. Having to keep the secret day and day out, and what's more, making sure her sisters wouldn't accidentally say something to any of the highest members of the Coven. Her mother cared for her, which she knew, but that didn't make it hurt less when her mother wished that she was born normal. Though she couldn't help but agree with her sometimes, it would have certainly made everyone's lives easier.

Her two younger sisters adored her; they both thought it was incredible how she could siphon away a witch's power. Granted, they were still quite young, Eleine being only fourteen years old. She loved her sisters as much as life itself, and swore to always protect them. The three of them would go and spend hours on the fields near their house, sharing stories while Annie braided their hair and sometimes taught them magic. Simple spells, nothing complex, building their knowledge- something she wished their mother had done with her. 

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