Everything was wrong. Having stumbled out of the portal mere minutes ago, Tatum was struggling to make sense of what was happening. Nothing make sense to her as she wandered aimlessly through the woods, trying to find an explanation. The young witch was meant to be dead. She’d died a long time ago, trying to protect her coven from the darkness. She’d sacrificed herself for the others, and when the darkness had taken her, she’d found peace. It was fuzzy, her memories difficult to grasp, but she knew she’d been somewhere else. Somewhere seemingly better than the apocalypse she’d now landed herself into. Seeing someone up ahead, the redhead picked up her pace. “Excuse me!” @salvatoreshq-starters












