A week prior to the hunter's moon Ava's sister Camille went missing. The young witch was to meet her younger sister at the Jazz Club but when Ava arrived there, no trace of Mimi could be found. She searched, in the bar, outside, at the edge of the woods, but there was no sign of her sister and no matter how many times she called Mimi, her sister did not pick up. At first Ava tried to calm herself, thinking that it was simply a coincidence and something had kept her sister from appaering to their meeting. She called their mother, their brothers, but no matter how many days passed by, there was no sign of her sister.
Ava grew restless, her magic was still ouf of control from the forest fire she had caused a few weeks earlier and she was reluctant to use it. But she needed to find her sister and so the young witch set out to perform a location spell.
There was no trace of Mimi left. Not in the woods, not in the city, not in their home.
Her sister had simply vanished.
Ava did not want to believe it and she kept on searching, but there was nowhere else to look, there was no one else to ask. One night she went back into the woods, following old hiking trails in one last frutile attempt to find a trace of her sister, to find her magic. Anything. At first it seemed as if the young ranger in training was setting herself up for another disappointment and desperation was evident on her face, when she stumbled upon someone else. Close to a hidding spot she found a young man her age, a human with no magic in his veins. At first Ava believed him to be just another camper not following the rules out there. So, ever the ranger, she approached him. While in conversation with this stranger she could suddenly sense it. A trace of her sister's magic clung to this man.
She could not believe it, stories her elders had told her, stories of hunters, suddenly appeared in her mind. But before Ava could do something, before she could summon her own magic, the stranger attacked her.
What followed where days of darkness, days of endless sleep and confusion.
She woke up, long after the full moon, in a circle of burned leaves. Her magic was tired, still not controllable, and a drug induced haze still present in her mind. Gabriele Fournier found her and brought her back into the town where not only her family but also the police welcomed Ava. They questioned her, but there was not much she could tell them.
A missing sister.
A stranger in the woods.
Nothing but darkness.
Ava soon realised that her sister had been found, too, but Mimi had not been as lucky as she was. Mimi, and another young with from their coven, were killed by the hunter. And the young man himself was found dead in the forest, too.
Had Ava done that? Had her magic helped her? She was not sure but she thought the answer to that being a strict no.
Her magic was still a stranger to her.
Now she is filled with doubt while her memory is filled with gaps and holes. She grieves for her sister with every heartbeat and the days have all turned into one grey mess. Ava lost her connection to magic, her connection to all joy, and she feels as if happiness is something she does neither remember nor deserve. For there is one thought louder in her head than everything else: She found the hunter. She stood eye to eye with him. Maybe... if she had been less weak... if she had been a true witch... maybe she would have been able to save her sister.
Ava now no longer trusts strangers. She has lost much of her old trust in herself and in her magic and it will take time for her to recover. She is slowly realising though that the community in Crescent Hill, mainly her friend and fellow witch Joey as well as Dwight, are what might be able to pull her through this darkness. She is now more quiet, more lost in her thoughts. She will zone out at times, thinking of her sister and missing her terribly. And she might even be out for revenge soon, if her fire can be reawakened.
