*This is an AU. Witch!AU*
If you can't handle character death, uhm, you have been warned.
Many many years ago, peace was not an imaginary concept, for the witches blended in to human society, and had no grudge against them, but this is all before the Sorcerer, the White Witch and her Hunter come into play.
Before the Witch Hunts began, there was no such thing as separate races, as humans and witches were seen as equals. But all of this changes due to the greed of one lone man, the Sorcerer. In order to become a witch, or have access to cast magic, there were only few ways a non-Witch was capable of becoming one, and it was through either marriage, blood bonds and pacts; these were the only legitimate methods to obtain magic.
But there was one thing in common regardless of time; selfishness and greed. Many witches and their families believed in holding a pure blood lineage, and were too selfish to share, but the humans were too greedy to leave them alone. In the end, it was a struggle for power, a struggle to determine which "race" of mankind was superior, the humans or the witches. But in the end, the answer was neither, and the tragic tale that provides this answer is one that will be told over time.
The Sorcerer, a wealthy rich man, one who had no lineage or ties to magic, had managed to obtain magic. No one had understood how, he was not friendly to any of the witches, and he was still a single male. As time passed, the suspicions that the witches and his own men held for him revealed that his methods were not legitimate. This revelation was the first crack in the relationship between the witches and humans in this once peaceful town.
For several days after he obtained his magic, several witches had all gone missing, with their disappearance tying together to one conclusive evidence; all of them had previously visited said male the night before they had gone missing. This created a strong implications that they were killed, their blood taken, and possibly consumed. The vile and gross behavior caused an uproar and chaos that further torn into the ever growing rift between witches and humans.
As though it was his plan all along, the Sorcerer slowly spread seeds of doubt and cultivated the hatred of man towards witches, clearly grooming them into believing one truth alone: That the Witches were going to take over and wipe out the humans. And thus, the final nail in the coffin was placed, and the never ending witch hunts began.
His words that were filled with malice and dripping with poison tainted and corrupted the souls of any who had an open ear and was willing to listen. He drew followers that became devoted to his very being, creating a cult and spreading his teachings to the world. His words were the verbal manifestations of a curse.
His curse was a never ending curse that had lasted for several years, until one brave witch and human united under the same cause to end the curse. With much difficulty and many sacrifices, the Sorcerer was finally sealed in the Lake of Oblivion, but his devote followers did not allow that to be the end of his reign. They continued to spread word, but as time passed, his curse slowly began to fade away, but the damage caused by his words and the seeds of hatred that were already embedded in the hearts of all those who were effected still persist to this day.
It was the bloom of those seeds that created the situation at hand now, many many years later. Despite the Sorcerer being sealed away, his curse was still ever present, a constant plague that infected people at random... and creating a new era of the Witch Hunts. But it is said, that if the descendants of the White Witch and her Hunter are to meet again, the curse shall be removed, but at the price of- one of- -fe.
"Mother, the story doesn't finish," you pouted. Your mother laughs, and she gently kisses your forehead, "As long as you and your Hunter find each other, peace will be brought back into this world."
