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Overview
A courageous half-witch, Sabrina Spellman is as cunning as she is selfless.
Lore
Sabrina Spellman had always been torn between two worlds—the mortal realm and the dark, twisted universe of witches and magic. After making numerous sacrifices to protect her loved ones and fighting against dark forces that sought to destroy her, Sabrina began to feel the weight of every decision she'd made. Every spell, every choice—it all came with a cost.
Her final battle had left her weary. Her friends and family were safe, but the magic Sabrina had unleashed to save Greendale had come at a price. A chilling wind had swept through the town after the battle, carrying with it a presence far older and more sinister than anything she had ever faced before.
It started with the dreams. Sabrina found herself walking through twisted landscapes, filled with the remnants of forgotten places. Shadowy figures lurked at the edges of her vision, never fully revealing themselves. There was a constant hum in the air, like the whisper of a thousand souls trapped in torment. In these dreams, she saw a dark, towering figure—the Entity, though she did not know its name.
The dreams soon bled into reality. Strange occurrences began happening around Sabrina. Objects would vanish, then reappear in impossible places. She heard whispers in languages she couldn't understand but instinctively knew were dangerous. The familiar woods outside Greendale seemed darker, their shadows longer, as if something was lurking just beyond the treeline.
Despite her efforts to ward off the presence—spells, incantations, even summoning help from the coven—the Entity remained undeterred. Sabrina could feel it watching her, waiting for the moment she would be vulnerable enough to strike.
One night, while walking through the woods alone, trying to clear her mind, the fog rolled in. It wasn't the natural mist she was used to seeing in Greendale. This fog was thick, impenetrable, and carried with it the scent of something ancient, something hungry. Sabrina felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as the temperature dropped rapidly. The fog closed in, faster than she could react, until she could barely see her own hands in front of her face.
A sudden chill coursed through her as she realized she wasn't alone. Shapes began to form in the mist—spectral, shadowy figures, all watching her. The whispers grew louder, almost deafening. The fog twisted and churned around her, pulling her deeper into its grasp.
Sabrina attempted to cast a spell of protection, but the words caught in her throat. The fog thickened until it swallowed her whole. In her final moments, Sabrina felt a cold hand grasp her wrist, pulling her into the depths. She let out one final scream, but no one was there to hear it.
The fog dissipated, leaving no trace of her behind.
