HIGHER | klaus mikaelson

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

BENNETT WITCHES LOOKED AFTER THEIR OWN.

This sentiment was upheld by every witch with the blood of the first flowing through their veins.

Well, until it came to one particular Bennett.

Amaris DeLeón was the exception to the rule-a rule that had been as unbreakable as the bloodline itself. The Bennett witches were a lineage of loyalty, power, and tradition. They protected their own, standing together against any threat, whether from within or outside. But Amaris, with her sharp tongue and even sharper magic, had been cast aside, exiled from the family for sins that the others dared not speak of.

At just 11 years old, the family's witch council decided she did not uphold the values the Bennett legacy stood for. She was the witch they couldn't control, the one who dared to defy the very essence of what it meant to be a Bennett. And for that, she was punished.

Exiled and alone, Amaris was left to navigate a world that suddenly felt much bigger and colder. The Bennett witches moved on, their coven seemingly unphased, but deep down, they knew something had changed. The exile of Amaris DeLeón was a wound in the fabric of their family, a reminder that even the most powerful bloodline had its limits.

Amaris didn't seek revenge, though it would have been easy to tear down the very foundation of the Bennett legacy. But she had no interest in such petty retribution. Instead, she channeled her anger and hurt into becoming something greater than the Bennett witches could ever have imagined. She was no longer just a Bennett witch; she was Amaris DeLeón, a name that carried its own weight.

But how could someone from a bloodline revered as servants of nature and the closest thing to supernatural royalty, fall so far from grace?

The answer was simple: they underestimated her.

Amaris had always been different, and her exile didn't break her; it remade her. In the years following her banishment, Amaris honed her magic in ways the Bennett witches could never have anticipated. She delved into the dark arts, mastering spells and rituals that most would dare not speak of. She traveled across realms, learning from beings older than time itself, absorbing knowledge and power that transcended the boundaries of her lineage.

The name DeLeón became synonymous with fear because Amaris had learned to flaunt her magic with a precision and ferocity that few could match. Her sharp tongue became a weapon, her intellect a tool for manipulation, and her power was the stuff of legends. She was a force that defied the laws of nature, bending them to her will rather than serving them.

Yet for all her newfound power, Amaris never forgot where she came from. The Bennett blood still flowed in her veins, along with the memories of a family that had betrayed her.

She had moved beyond the need for their approval, beyond the desire to belong to a family that had never truly understood her. Amaris DeLeón was a name that stood on its own, a legacy she had built with her own hands. The Bennett witches might have been powerful, but she had become something more-something they could never control, never predict, and never defeat.

No longer shackled by the expectations of her lineage, Amaris embraced the darkness within her, turning it into the source of her strength. She wasn't just the witch who had been cast aside-she was the witch who had survived.

And that made her more powerful than any Bennett witch who had ever lived.