*Surrey, England - July 22nd, 1692*

     Abigael had to bury her own Mother herself, it was heartbreaking. Which was the hardest thing she had ever done. She had buried her in a field, under an oak tree where they used to pick wild flowers together. She stood at the foot of the tree, her eyes drifting down to the soft ground due to the dirt dug up. Tears streamed down her cheeks, they felt hot as if a white-hot poker stick was being dragged down her face.

Abigael lowers herself to crouch in front of the grave, placing a bunch of wild flowers she had hand picked. They were many shades of pinks, just as her mother liked. With the flowers placed she leaned back up, and the tears kept rolling.

"I love you Mother," Abigael was gentle in her reply, but it was all she could say at this moment. She was feeling mixed feelings. She was destroyed, angry, full of hate for those who did this to her. She wanted to burn down the town. But that wouldn't bring her Mother back. She would have to face the world alone now, and the thought of that killed her.

Abigael stood over her Mother's unmarked grave for hours, silently crying to herself. She was in a world of pain, her Mother would have known what to do. She returned to their cottage in the countryside of Surrey. She was gloomy on the walk back, and her eyes dead to the world. Their house was isolated from the nearest town, Margaret wanted to teach her daughter about the Supernatural world in peace and allow her to practice magic openly. She pushed open the wooden door, they weren't wealthy, so the cottage had only one room and it was home. Abigael walks in, shutting the door behind her. She went straight on over to a large trunk which was at the foot of her mothers bed. They had two separate cots at either side. She leans down and waves her hand over the trunk. It wasn't locked, it was sealed by a spell her Mother cast upon it. Only allowing her Daughter and herself to open it.

Abigael began to shift through the items that were in. Such as nick nacks, and other personal memorabilia. However, she was looking for Grimoire. Her Mother told her that it was passed down from generation to generation, to mother to daughter and so on. Abigael shifted some papers and located the book right at the bottom. It was a large leather bound book with crisp yellow papers, due to its longevity. It has thousands of incantations and rituals she could perform.

With the book in hand, she stood to her feet and went over to the rounded wooden table. Placing the book onto it. The dust that gathered was splashed away. Abigael remembered that this Grimoire was sought by many witches, due to its contents and how long it had been around. Once Margret had died, the spell that protected them for so many years would have vanished, leaving her daughter open to attacks. Abigael ran her hand over the leather material of the book, she could feel the magic radiating from its surface. The Grand coven would be coming for this book, to unlock its many secrets. Abigael was counting on it...

Abigael's hearing picked something up from outside her door, making her lips twist into a wicked smile. 'Show time', she thought to herself, knowing whoever it was, was here for the Grimoire. With the idea of disappearing in mind, black smoke flourished from the ground and crawled up her figure; as if it was a quick action. She was gone in seconds.

The door to her house shot open, the hooded woman entered. The cloak she wore was the same as the Grand High Coven. She raised her hands to her hood and lowered it. Revealing the aged face of the woman Abigael considered family. Pauline. She carefully cocked her gaze around the empty home, and made her move. She stalks forward towards the table that held the Grimoire. Her eyes beamed with glee, and she came to the table. Pauline extends her arms out to reach for the Grimoire. However, once close enough to grab the book her hands went through it, as if it was mist.

An eerie laugh echoed throughout the house, making Pauline stand up straight right to fight if need be. The laugh died off after a moment and the Grimoire that was merely an illusion vanished.

"My Mother is not even cold in her grave and you have come to steal what is mine," Abigael's voice echoed throughout the house, Pauline could not pinpoint where she was coming from.

"Tis not possible, you should be dead," Pauline replies with a hint of fear in her tone.

"That is exactly what I thought," Abigael's voice was clear now, and it came from behind Pauline. Which made her spin on her heels and come face to face with Abigael who was near the fire pit in the house. It was lit now, burning brightly as if it had been burning awhile. Pauline's eyes widened in shock seeing her standing there. "But here I am. With not even a mark on my neck," she sounded vain about it.

"How?" Pauline questioned with an arch of her gray eyebrows. But Abigael remained silent, not knowing how but her heart filled with hatred.

"Not important," she bit at Pauline before thrusting her hand out, and Pauline went with the strong force that fuelled her spell. Pauline was thrown to the front door, quickly slamming shot when she came into proximity of it. Her head slammed against the wood, and her arms and legs stretched out and she could not move. "You took everything from me," Abigael was filled with hate and anger, it was fueling the fire within.

"You are an abomination!" Pauline spat through clench teeth anger filling her tone as it projected to Abigael. However, she wasn't having it, she thrust her hand up in a claw like shape, which made Pauline scream at the top of her lungs. No one for miles would hear her, all she could do was scream and not move.

"You do not get to call me that!" Abigael yells, storming forward as she lowered her hand back down. "My Mother had no reason to die. She was a kind woman, who did her duty to protect me from a vile world, but now-" Abigael's words got lost knowing that her Mother wasn't going to be here to guide her in the right direction. She had to decide things on her own. "I will kill you, but you will feel everything," she raised her hand back up and began to curl her fingers to her palm as Pauline began to scream out in pain. The scrams entered Abigael's eardrums, and a smile came to her face, as she was enjoying torturing Pauline. But the pain and suffering she felt, she wanted her to feel the same. And within that moment, she had a brilliant evil idea.

Abigael lowered her hand abruptly, alerting Pauline to the pain lessening in her head. The blood that dripped out of her nostrils began to slow. Pauline eyed Abigael, wondering what she had in mind.

"Killing you will just end your suffering, and tis far too quick for my liking," Abigael began as she turned on her heels and came to the table. She waved her hand out over the table, and her family Grimoire shimmered in the small light within the house. Once the Grimoire comes into full view, she quickly opens the book and turns the crisp pages. "You do not deserve death, you shall have something far worse," Abigael flicked through, as she spoke the words her gaze cocking yo briefly before her eyes flew back down to the words. "A fate worse than death," As she spoke the words, she landed on a page that would do such a thing. A devilish smile came to her lips, and Pauline knew her fate was sealed.

"What are you going to do?" Pauline asked out of fear and curiosity. Abigael didn't reply for a moment as she read over the spell that she was viewing, but a smirk danced across her lips.

"I've heard the stories my Mother told. You two were thick as thieves back when she was in the Coven," Abigael began, closing the Grimoire shut, and coming around the table. "And how you would tell her that magic was your life, and you could not bear the thought of living without it," she came back to stand in front of Pauline staring her dead in the eyes. "I am going to take the one thing you truly care for and watch as you wonder the rest of your pathetic life," Abigael extended her left arm out, and a nearby knife that laid on the table came flying off and into her hand as she caught the handle in her grasp.

"You are not that powerful to complete such a feat," Pauline spat at her, knowing that she would need a lot of raw power to complete such a spell.

"Watch me," Abigael spoke through clenched teeth as she shot forward and grabbed the left hand of Pauline's, dragging it from its still position. It came free as if it wasn't held down by any force, but Pauline didn't struggle as she could not. Abigael drew the knife along Pauline's palm, slicing open flesh as blood rushed to the surface. The blood flowed with gravity, hitting the wooden floor drop by drop.

"Phasmatos Tribum, Exum Sue, Redem Su Pas Quo," Abigael spoke the incantation, and squeezed the wounded hand of Pauline allowing the blood to flow. With the spell cast, Abigael ripped her hand from hers, and took a few steps back and threw her hand down allowing Pauline to fall to her knees. She stayed on her knees for a moment, feeling something off within her. "You feel it, do you not?" Abaigel questioned, knowing that she would feel the emptiness, that she could be a finger length away from touching her magic but she could never reach it.

"I am more powerful than you think," Pauline mustered up the words, and rose to her feet, making a fist for her wounded hand. "Motus," she shot out her right hand. However, nothing happened as she spoke the incantation. Pauline cast her eyes from Abigael to her hand, thrusting it out once again hoping it would bend to her will.

"I guess you are not," Abigael replied with a pleased smile, finding that her spell had worked. "This will be your curse. To live a magic free life, to feel empty inside, and die a mortal death," Pauline's eyes filled with fear. "And no one can break this spell. Only I. Now go running back to a Coven you will not be accepted in," Abigael didn't allow her to get a word in as she flourished her hand up, it was just what she was feeling. Suddenly, black smoke crawled up Pauline and engulfed her within seconds sending her far away from England. As the black smoke faded, a smile came to Abigael's face once again, pleased with this outcome.

Pauline will go back to the coven and speak about what had happened. This will put the fear into those Witches and make sure they stay clear of Abigael and her wrath. Though she wanted to kill Pauline for what she had done, for what they all had done. But that time will soon come...

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