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Sirena Spellman, born an hour before Sabrina Spellman, the eldest daughter of Diana and Edward Spellman. Sirena came out quickly and quietly, taking in the world. While Sabrina came out screaming and kicking, only calming after being set beside her sister. The two girls with blonde hair and silver-blue eyes. Both so small and frail. Though the twins may look alike, that's where their similarities end.
Sirena has long icy-white hair and deep viridian eyes. She always embraces her dark side and the magic running through her veins. She thrives at necromancy and chaos magic, having a particular connection with the two. Sabrina has short golden-blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. She tends to use magic for small things, never feeling a particular bond with it like her twin. She takes more interest in school and mundane things. All in all, Sirena was all shadows and death; while Sabrina was bright lights and laughter.
Both girls were the light of their parents life, being dotted on and loved endlessly. Their father, Edward, taught them everything about magic and witches. From spells and potions, to magic and weapons. While their mother, Diana, taught them humanity and intelligence. From having empathy and compassion, to history, culture, and different languages. And then a little boy, only a few years older than the twins, was left on the Spellman's doorstep. Sirena found him, crying and cold, curled up on the front porch. And as their eyes met, the soulmate bond fell into place. And Ambrose finally had his home.
But all good things must come to an end and when the twins turned 8, their world is shaken to the core. Their parents were traveling to the Vatican in his personal jet and the twins were at home with their aunts, Hilda and Zelda. Sabrina was sleeping on the couch, having a rough time without her parents. Ambrose was cuddled up with Moros, his familiar, in his room, having just checked on Sirena and her familiars. While Sirena was in her bedroom, getting a glimpse of the power that lies beneath her skin.
Sirena was in a seat, strapped in tightly and holding onto a sweaty hand. Her eyes swung to the right and she took in her father's face just as the plane dropped from the sky. A scream ripped from her mouth and her father's eyes widened as his magic unsuccessfully tried to stop the plane. Tears gathered in her eyes and a weight sat on her chest, stealing all the breath from her lungs. The wind busted out the windows and glass rained upon them. His hand tightened on hers as he yelled "I love you." She could only mouth the words back, having no air left in her lungs at the moment. Sirena whipped her head to the front of the jet, seeing the ground approaching quickly, panic squeezing her heart and she did the only thing she could think of, she screamed.
And the plane crashed.
A guttural scream ripped through the Spellman household and magic filled the house, thrumming with power and thick like a fog. Hilda, Zelda, Ambrose, and Sabrina ran upstairs, quickly breaking through the door that had black inky magic pouring from it. Sirena Spellman sat in her bed screaming as shadows swirled around her form and black blood ran from her eyes. Zelda and Hilda quickly woke the girl, who in turn told them what she saw. And as they were going to dismiss her nightmare as just that, they got a phone call. The phone call confirming everything Sirena had witnessed. And that's the day everything changed.
