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La Moisson

The Harvest , a ritual that the covens of New Orleans had partaken in during many different centuries, but there was never anything that had recorded it, just myths and legends that had been passed down from generation. A story that Davina had been taught when she was younger, something that she thought was a blessing before she had been cursed to hold the title of Harvest Girl.

' the Harvest was supposed to be a ritual performed by the coven, a replenishment of magic to the ancestors. ' 

the words slipped out easily, the sound of betrayal evident in her tone for she wasn't sure how else to sound about it, how they had played her up to be some kind of princess, a hero, a warrior. But had brought her down to some kind of victim, a sacrifice. They were just kids, just witches who had believed that they were doing something good, but had soon realized that their naivety had gotten the best of them. That it was too good to be true that they would be placed into a peaceful slumber to be awakened. It was then that Davina had learned that most of what she had learned, most of what she had been taught was a lie.

' and this ritual, what had to happen in it? '

the male had asked carefully, his eyes trained on her as she attempted to gather herself, the room seemed to rattle slightly when she had talked about the Harvest, his hand moving to gently place over hers in an attempt to calm her down, but the room still continued to shake under them. ' you don't have to answer, but i do wish to know about the harvest when you are able to do so. ' and with his words she had shook her head no, chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to regain her composure, squaring her shoulders and pulling away from his touch to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

' the four chosen ones, we had been told a story about how we would be put to sleep by a simple cut on our palm. That we would sleep as the magic moved from us, into the ground and back into our bodies. How we would be seen as some of the best and most prestigious witches in the Nine Covens. But they didn't tell us everything. '

the male had continued to look at her, to gauge her reaction while telling the story in hope to finding any kind of lie in her story, but it had seemed all too sincere. that the struggles she had already gone through were ones that he wouldn't wish on anyone. To have their lives completely dictated by someone they had looked up to. How Esther had done the same to him and his siblings. he had stood up from the chair that he had been settled in, moving around it in hopes of easing himself, in the hopes of not allowing his composure to crack under the realization that the witches of New Orleans would happily sacrifice children. Whether it was to put them to sleep, or to slaughter them. 

They were just children. 

' did anyone speak out about the harvest ? ' Elijah asked with obvious curiosity and disdain, gaze falling upon the female, noticing the sadness that had lingered in her features as she spoke and in that moment he had realized that she had lost more than she was letting on. ' Moniques aunt didn't think the Harvest was real . ' Davina spoke with a sadness that was palpable, something that he had noticed, but it had dawned on him that maybe it wasn't just her innocence that was lost, but maybe something more. His movements were fluid as he had moved to sit on the edge of her bed, his gaze not faltering from her, this time easing up on observing her. A sense of empathy having surged through him for her.

' Sophie Devereux. She is a witch in the Quarter, she tried to stop it and didn't succeed. ' she didn't want to get into more detail about the harvest festival, feeling the tears starting to burn the back of her eyes, wanting to erase the memories from her mind and to go back to being that naive little girl who had believed that the coven she had been born into had higher moral standings. that they would see that they weren't old enough to go through this for their lives had just started and they were without blinking moving to remove their lives for their own magical gain.