Salem, Massachusetts 1647.

A young man with long dirty blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes was reading a book by the window of his grandmother's study. His grandmother was sitting at her desk writing a letter.

"Grandma. This book keeps mentioning 'The Rivers'. What are they?" The young man asked.

"You'll learn when you further in your training. Speaking of which I have to meet with the Coven tonight to discuss your initiation when your training is completed," The young man's grandmother said as she got up from her chair "Make sure to guard the Archive in the basement,".

The young man closed the book and put it down. He stood up and walked over to his grandmother.

"Grandma can I come with you to meet with the Coven? I've only ever met their children and grandchildren but I've never met them. Shouldn't I get to know my future Coven for when I join in the future? Please," The young man begged. 

The young man's grandmother looked back at him as she was putting on a cloak. She thought about the possibility for a second. Then, she sighed.

"No. I need you to keep the Archive safe. And if anyone comes by asking for me tell them I'm out getting a dress from Margaret," The young man's grandmother said before walking out of the study and the house all together.

The young man groaned. He walked out of the study and over to the door to the house's basement. He opened it and walked down and instead of a basement he walked into an Archive full of books of magic and witchcraft. Something his family had practiced for generations. He picked a book off of a shelf and flipped through it. Wanting to study up on his spell casting so that he could finish his training and become a member of his grandmother's Coven. After his mother was caught and drowned and his father died of disease joining his grandmother's coven was all the young man could think about. Practicing the craft every second he had a chance to impress his grandmother. But she had been practicing witchcraft for almost 70 years. So he was nowhere close to her level.

A few hours into the night later the young man noticed the time. His grandmother was taking longer than she normally did when meeting with the Coven. He walked upstairs and went to go look for her. He heard a commotion coming from Gallows Hill and went to go look fearing the worst.

And right he was to do so. When he arrived at the hill he saw his grandmother and two other Witches tied to stakes.

"Citizens of Salem! We have discovered three Witches amongst us! This Coven of the Devil's Harlets must be sent back to the pits of Hell they came from! For practicing witchcraft right in front of our eyes! Now we burn them!" The local Priest exclaimed for all to hear.

The crowd jeered at the Witches while the young man watched in horror. The stakes were set aflame and he watched his grandmother and her Covenmates burn in front of him. As the rest of the crowd cheered as the Witches burned.

The young man quickly ran home and used a spell his grandmother taught him to place the Archive into a small box he could hold in the palm of his hand. Before running into the woods never to be seen again.

Salem, Massachusetts 377 years later

A young man in a blue hoodie was in a crowd of people watching the mayor talk about how hundreds of years ago Witches were burned, hung, buried, or drowned for practicing their craft. But now in the modern day Witches are celebrated and welcomed into the culture of Salem. Making the town the iconic spot of America it is today. The young man scoffed and watched off.

"You call these charlatans 'Witches'? You all know their fake but humor them. But I know for a fact that if you saw a real Witch you'd all scream and shout and burn us at the stake again. But I'll keep myself on the down-low for as long as I need to. That's what Grandma would've wanted me to do," The young man said lowering his hood to reveal the young man from Salem 377 years ago.

He hadn't aged a day since the night his grandmother was burned. His Witch bloodline making that so. He walked off into town. Keeping his guard up. For he is:

Matthew Porter: Witch-Boy of Salem