It had been a few months ever since she had finally found a place and a city to call her own. Of course, she had wanted to move as far away from Mystic Falls as possible since she had nothing but bad memories there. She wanted nothing to do with the town anymore; she didn't want to be reminded of the trauma that had unfolded there.
Ironically enough, it felt as though trauma was all she knew.
First, there was the fact that her mother and father did not accept her as a siphoner. Then came running away in fear for her own life. After being turned into a vampire, she found herself on the run from Rayna Cruz, only to end up trapped in that damned prison world. And centuries later, when she was finally allowed to roam free in this world again, more blood was spilled. Rayna returned, the fools of the Armory experimented on her, and eventually there came the moment when she decided to sacrifice herself. Her lover had aided her in that decision, as dying together had sounded like the right thing to do. Neither of them had wanted to be separated ever again.
And now, here she was. Alive.
Resurrected, rather, but alive. And of course, separated from her lover.
But she intended to change that. Intended to bring her back.
Which was why she had chosen New Orleans, where witches thrived. Or well... where they once had. In recent years, it seemed more like the grounds of a battlefield, a war between vampires and witches, with werewolves sprinkled into the mix. Of course, she understood that with the Originals around, tensions only continued to grow. But she wasn't here to be a part of any of that mess. She knew it was wise not to stand out, as she had no desire to become caught up in unnecessary drama.
Yet tonight she had ventured out, somewhere a little farther away from the busy streets. An old churchyard where she could feel the magic lingering in the air, stronger somehow. Practicing magic in the open was not something most witches did. Such things were usually done behind closed doors. Then again, Mary Louise didn't feel like hiding behind doors anymore. She had done that for far too long.
Instead, she wanted to harvest the energy of the full moon, attempting to capture its power within an amulet she had crafted. It was something she was going to need later on.
"Unus fiam, unus fiam. Infunde et transfunde, fiam pars lucis et pars argenti." She chanted with her eyes closed. Though her eyes quickly opened as she noticed someone approaching, or rather, heard a twig snap somewhere nearby, which immediately made her wary. Instantly, she turned around, silent and alert, aware that someone was near.
Someone strong, that much she could sense.
"Who's there?" she called out.
𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 : A CLOSED STARTER FOR @naturesloophole
