For a long time, I had lived under fear. Scared of leaving my own house because of everything my parents used to tell me. It wasn't until that night I stopped fearing life and finally stood up to what I believed.

Also, it was the night I lost everything I knew and loved.

It was also the night I lost my freedom and became some kind of prisoner, of course, I knew this was for my protection and the good thing out of this, I wasn't alone.

"That's a nice one" I told Davina.

Davina was a witch who had been saved as well as I did. She had been here in this attic first before I came. We were both apprehensive of each other at first for what we were, but with time we became friends, even more. Sisters.

Davina smiled slightly, putting down her canvas and brush. "Thank you"

I waved a hand, "No problem" I returned back to my book as Davina took a seat in the window. I briefly looked up to see her staring out of the window, starting to turn on and off one of the candles with a movement of her hand, "I'm never getting tried of watching you do that. It's creepy and cool at the same time"

Davina looked at me, gesturing at me "You could do it too"

I pursed my lips, "No, thanks"

Davina dropped her hands, shrugging, turning around and continuing playing with the candle.

A man named Marcel entered the room, "I assume it's all quiet out there?"

"The witches know better than to use magic" Davina told him "They know I can sense it when they do"

I looked at him, "What about the old ones? They're dangerous, and we don't want them to hurt you"

"The Originals?" Marcel asked "Beth, as powerful Davina is, they don't stand a chance"

I looked at Davina with a smile.

Davina turned to face us, tilting her head aside