One of life's most formidable challenges lies in the act of extricating someone from the depths of one's heart. Raven pondered this conundrum as she observed her aunt's bittersweet display of tears and smiles. En route to her university in America, Raven found herself enveloped in a poignant moment as her aunt Rose embraced her warmly. "Oh, my dear Raven, it feels like just yesterday you were a nine-year-old, and now, at eighteen, you are embarking on this new journey. Your mother would be immensely proud," Aunt Rose whispered affectionately. Tears welled up in Raven's emerald green eyes as she absorbed her aunt's words. With a gentle brush of her hand, Aunt Rose parted Raven's black, curly locks before bidding her farewell. Having bid adieu, Raven settled into her seat by the window on the plane, gazing out as the aircraft ascended into the sky. Retrieving a book titled "Vampire Diaries," she immersed herself in its pages until drowsiness overtook her. Startled awake by a slight turbulence, Raven peered out the window to find nightfall had descended. Rising to visit the restroom, she was momentarily blinded by a sudden burst of sunlight upon opening the door. As her eyes adjusted, she found herself inexplicably back in her childhood room, the familiar surroundings evoking a sense of nostalgia. Venturing into the hallway, Raven's attention was drawn to a solitary door, its eerie red light beckoning her forward. With trepidation, she pushed it ajar, only to be confronted by a nightmarish scene—her mother surrounded by a pool of blood, pleading for salvation." Oh my baby bird please. Help me!:" Overcome with terror, Raven recoiled, her cries echoing in the surreal realm before abruptly awakening with a start, her heart racing and breath labored. Realizing the flight was nearing its end, she gathered her composure as the plane prepared to land. Following her arrival, Raven hailed a taxi to her new apartment. Stepping inside, she surveyed the pristine white marble floors and walls, taking in the beauty of her new abode with a sense of awe and anticipation. The elegant abode welcomed Raven with its pristine white marble flooring and walls, exuding an atmosphere of sophistication. Though petite, the kitchen possessed a charming allure. In the living room, a dainty double-seat couch sat gracefully beside a central table. Drawing open the window, Raven beheld a picturesque sight of twinkling stars and verdant trees that accentuated the scene. Upon entering a cozy chamber, she encountered a snug double bed accompanied by a modest study table. The bathroom boasted a sleek shower, further adding to the dwelling's appeal. Impressed by the accommodations, Raven's countenance lit up with delight as she meticulously unpacked her belongings, savoring the moment with a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Observing the clock displaying past midnight, Raven hastened to take a brisk shower before retiring for the night. Clad in pink pajamas, a departure from her usual preference, she surrendered to weariness without protest. Nestling into the soft confines of her bed, she succumbed to slumber almost instantaneously. The following morning, Raven awoke to the gentle embrace of sunlight streaming through her window, accompanied by the melodic symphony of birdsong. With a serene grace, she rose from her slumber and made her way to the kitchen to prepare a nourishing breakfast and a steaming cup of coffee. As she settled onto the plush cushions of the couch, she tuned into the morning news, grounding herself in the events of the world before embarking on her day. In the midst of this tranquil interlude, the shrill trill of her phone shattered the peace, jolting Raven back to the present moment. Upon seeing that it was her beloved aunt Rose calling, Raven answered with a warm greeting, "Hello, Aunt Rose. How are you today?" A yawn escaped her lips, a testament to the early hour. Aunt Rose's gentle voice responded, "Good morning, my dear. I apologize for the early call; I just wanted to ensure you arrived safely." Realization dawned on Raven as she remembered the lapse in communication regarding her safe arrival. "Oh, shit , Aunt Rose, I completely forgot to text you. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep," she admitted sheepishly. A soft chuckle emanated from the other end of the line as Aunt Rose reassured her that all was well. Their conversation meandered through moments of shared laughter and familial warmth until the impending start of Raven's school day beckoned her to prepare for the day ahead.In the tranquil sanctum of Aunt Rose's abode, the morning light filtered through the curtains as she set aside her phone, engrossed in the morning news. The serenity was abruptly shattered by an insistent knock on her door, prompting her to rise from her seat with a furrowed brow, pondering the unexpected visitor at such an early hour. With a sense of trepidation mingled with curiosity, she made her way to the door and cautiously opened it. Standing before her were two imposing figures clad in impeccably tailored suits. Their demeanor was stern as they inquired, "Good morning, madam. We are seeking Raven. Do you know of her whereabouts?" Aunt Rose's brow furrowed in confusion as she responded, "I'm sorry, she is not here. I do not know where she is." The men exchanged a knowing glance before fixing their gaze back upon her, their tone turning menacing. "Enough games. We are aware of the presence of the Witch of Spirits in this dwelling," one of them declared sharply. In that moment, Aunt Rose comprehended the gravity of the situation unfolding before her. With unwavering resolve, she met their gaze and uttered defiantly, "You will never lay hands on her." The air crackled with tension as the men's expressions hardened. In a swift and brutal act, they inflicted grave harm upon Aunt Rose, piercing her with a cruel blade. As she crumpled to the ground, her lifeblood staining the floor, a serene smile graced her lips, a silent testament to her unwavering loyalty and determination to protect Raven at any cost. In her final moments, she found solace in the knowledge that her sacrifice would ensure Raven's safety from those who sought to harm her. After a refreshing shower, she carefully selected her attire, opting for her favored tight blue jeans, a sleek black top, and her reliable black Adidas shoes. Tying her long, lustrous black hair into a neat ponytail, she applied a subtle layer of makeup to enhance her natural radiance. With a sense of purpose, she swiftly consumed her morning cup of coffee, relishing each sip before embarking on her day. Ensuring she had all she needed in her backpack, she took a moment to double-check its contents before leaving. Stepping outside, she was greeted by the invigorating embrace of the crisp morning air and the radiant glow of the sun. A smile graced her lips as she made her way to her bicycle, appreciating the beauty of the day. Mounting her bike, she began to pedal towards school, the wind tousling her hair as she embraced the freedom of the journey ahead. Upon her arrival at the school, Raven carefully parked her bicycle in the designated area before proceeding towards the administrative office. Stepping inside, she encountered a blonde-haired woman stationed behind the counter. Meeting Raven's gaze with a welcoming smile, the woman inquired, "Good morning, how can I assist you today?" With poise and confidence, Raven cleared her throat and replied, "Hello, my name is Raven Fair. I am here to collect my books and class roster." The woman's countenance brightened as she swiftly retrieved the materials from their place. "Of course, Raven. We have been anticipating your arrival. Welcome to our esteemed institution, and may you have a splendid day at our university," the woman expressed warmly, extending the books and roster to Raven with a friendly gesture. Expressing her gratitude, Raven accepted the items and gracefully made her way towards her first class. As she traversed the corridors, she consulted her schedule for the day, noting that her initial lesson was in mathematics. Determined and slightly nervous, she hastened towards the designated classroom, eager to embark on this new chapter of her academic journey. Upon entering the classroom, Raven was introduced by the teacher to her fellow students. Though initially reserved, she greeted her peers with a shy smile. As the class unfolded, Raven gradually found herself settling into a sense of comfort and familiarity, embracing the beginning of her educational odyssey with a growing sense of confidence. The transition to her new classes brought a sense of familiarity that washed over Raven, offering a comforting reassurance amidst the sea of change. The initial periods passed swiftly, seamlessly blending into one another until the arrival of the much-anticipated break time. Seeking solace in the outdoors, Raven ventured outside the school premises and settled beneath the sheltering canopy of a tree, a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the bustling school day. Pulling out her homework with a determined resolve, Raven immersed herself in the task at hand, striving to complete it before her impending work shift later in the day. Amidst her diligent efforts, the melodic sounds of laughter and camaraderie reached her ears, drawing her attention to a group of students engaged in a spirited game of frisbee. A smile graced her features as she observed their carefree enjoyment, a fleeting moment of respite amidst the academic demands. Lost in contemplation, Raven was abruptly pulled from her reverie by the sudden presence of a looming shadow. Raising her gaze, she beheld a tall figure standing before her, his dark hair and hazel eyes exuding a magnetic allure tinged with an enigmatic air. Sensing an unusual aura emanating from him, Raven couldn't shake the unsettling vibe that lingered in the air as they shared a silent exchange of gazes. Breaking the silence with a voice that carried both depth and smoothness, the enigmatic figure revealed, "This is my usual spot for repose." Flustered by her unwitting intrusion, Raven's cheeks flushed crimson as she hastily gathered her belongings, ready to retreat. Before she could make her exit, the stranger reached out, halting her departure with a gentle yet firm grasp on her backpack. "It's no trouble. You may stay, but I implore you to maintain a quiet presence," he offered, his words laced with a sense of tacit understanding. Resuming her seat with a sense of acquiescence, Raven resumed her scholarly pursuits, only to be interrupted by a casual inquiry from her unexpected companion. Engaged in a brief exchange of introductions, Raven disclosed her identity and found out his name is Ash, the mysterious stranger, reciprocated in kind. With a gesture of nonchalance, Ash ascended the tree, retrieving his phone to dispatch a cryptic message, shrouded in intrigue. "I think I found her. It's the new kid in school with black curly hair," his text read.

After the brief respite of the break, Raven gracefully navigated the corridors towards her next class, her eyes skimming over the intricacies of her class roster. Lost in the labyrinthine halls of the school, minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity as she sought the path to her destination. Engulfed in her task, Raven's focus was abruptly shattered as she collided with an unexpected presence, her trajectory disrupted by the imminent threat of a fall. In a moment of gravity-defying grace, a figure emerged to catch her, their hands interlocking in a fleeting yet profound connection. As Raven's gaze lifted, she found herself ensnared by the piercing gaze of eyes as cold and crystalline as ice, set amidst a frame of hair as white as freshly fallen snow. Drawing in a ragged breath, Raven felt time itself come to a standstill in the wake of this chance encounter, a palpable tension hanging between them. With a steady hand, the enigmatic stranger helped Raven regain her footing, tenderly returning her scattered books to her grasp. The brief touch of their hands sparked an electric current that sent a shiver cascading down Raven's spine, leaving her skin tingling with a newfound awareness. Adjusting her disheveled hair with a delicate sweep of her hand, Raven offered her gratitude, "Thank you. I apologize for my lack of attention. I was simply trying to locate my next class." Her words hung in the air, punctuated by the weight of the moment shared between them. Fixing his gaze upon her with an intensity that seemed to delve into the depths of her very being, the enigmatic stranger spoke with a hint of admonition laced with a glimmer of warmth, "Perhaps in the future, it would be wise to keep a watchful eye on your path to avoid such collisions. Now, which class are you in search of? Allow me to assist you." His offer of aid carried a sense of quiet assurance, a gesture of kindness amidst the tumult of their unexpected meeting. In a silent exchange of unspoken understanding, Raven revealed the details of her quest, and together, they embarked on a journey to uncover the sanctuary of her next class, their footsteps echoing harmoniously in the hallowed halls of academia. As Raven trailed alongside Blake towards the mathematics classroom, their footsteps echoing in measured cadence, they entered the room and settled into their respective seats. At the teacher's directive, Raven found herself positioned next to Blake, the hum of academic engagement enveloping them in a cocoon of scholarly pursuits. The weight of the day's endeavors bore down upon Raven, her eyelids growing heavy with fatigue as she inadvertently succumbed to the embrace of sleep, her head resting wearily upon her arms. The toll of exhaustion claimed her consciousness, ushering her into a realm where time slipped away in a silent reverie. The resonant chime of the bell shattered the stillness, jolting Raven from her slumber as she stirred awake, her senses reawakening to the world around her. Swiftly gathering her belongings, she made her exit from the classroom, stepping into the hushed serenity of the hallway that stretched before her. As she traversed the corridor, enveloped in a cloak of solitude, the ambient light abruptly faded into obscurity, save for a solitary crimson glow beckoning her forward. Intrigued and apprehensive, Raven advanced towards the crimson beacon, her heart quickening with each tentative step, uncertainty casting a shadow upon her path. Within the crimson illumination, a haunting visage materialized before her eyes, shrouded in a veil of crimson, a spectral apparition that bore the likeness of her mother, swathed in a macabre tableau of blood-stained sorrow. A tremor of fear seized Raven's form as she beheld the phantom figure, her voice choked with anguish as her mother's accusatory words pierced the silence, echoing through the hollow corridors of her subconscious. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, Raven's cries of despair rent the stillness of the void, her world engulfed in a tempest of anguish and confusion. In the throes of her distress, a comforting presence intruded upon her tumult, a gentle touch stirring her from the depths of her nightmare. Eyes fluttering open, Raven found herself ensconced in Blake's reassuring embrace, his hands a tether to the waking world, grounding her in the reality of his presence. Amidst the lingering echoes of her harrowing dream, she found solace in the warmth of his touch, a beacon of solace amidst the tumult of her shattered reverie. In the midst of an empty classroom, Raven felt a warm touch on her shoulder. It was Blake, his presence a reassuring anchor in the sea of her emotions. With a gentle hand encircling Raven, he stood by her side, the teacher observing their exchange. Raven, disoriented by tears she had not realized were falling, glanced around in a moment of vulnerability. Locking eyes with her, Blake's concern was palpable as he sought to comfort her in her distress. Sensing the need for intervention, the teacher stepped closer, addressing Raven with maternal care, "Raven, my dear, are you well? How many hours of rest did you manage last night?" Collecting herself, Raven straightened her posture and replied with a hint of apology, "I am fine, thank you. I will ensure it does not recur." With a graceful pivot, she gathered her belongings, preparing to leave the room. Blake, ever attentive, followed her, his voice a soothing melody, "We happen to share a science class as well. Allow me to guide you to our next meeting place." Grateful for his kindness, Raven offered a soft smile, expressing her appreciation before pausing at her locker to retrieve her books. The day continued on its ordinary course, yet within Raven's heart, a seed of connection had begun to blossom, promising the dawn of a new chapter in her tale of love and destiny.After the final school bell tolled, Raven made her way to a quaint coffee shop nearby, where she began her shift for the day. Yet, an eerie sensation lingered, as though unseen eyes were fixed upon her every move. As evening descended, the end of her work shift marked the beginning of her journey homeward. Weary from the day's toil, she mounted her bicycle, the tired creak of its frame a companion on her homeward path.

Resigned to her exhaustion, Raven opted for a shortcut through a dimly lit alley, seeking respite in the familiar shadows. However, the tranquility was shattered as a chilling premonition seized her heart, warning of an ominous presence lurking in her wake. Startled, she turned to confront the unseen threat, only to be violently assaulted, her world spinning into darkness as she succumbed to the merciless hands of her assailant.

Struggling to regain consciousness, Raven found herself at the mercy of a malevolent figure brandishing a gleaming blade, poised to strike a fatal blow. In the direst moment, a mysterious savior emerged from the shadows, thwarting the impending tragedy with a swift and decisive intervention. Dazed and disoriented, Raven heard a voice calling out to her in the haze, urging her to cling to consciousness, yet her strength failed her as she slipped into oblivion.

Upon awakening, her head throbbing with the remnants of the previous night's ordeal, Raven found herself in an unfamiliar room, the stark reality of her situation slowly dawning upon her clouded mind. As she surveyed her surroundings, her gaze fell upon a scar etched upon her arm, a stark reminder of the peril she had narrowly escaped. Determined to unravel the enigma shrouding her current circumstances, she crept towards the door, intent on eavesdropping on the whispered conversations beyond.

Hesitant steps echoing in the stillness, Raven strained to capture the hushed tones of dialogue drifting from the room beyond. To her astonishment, she recognized familiar faces amidst the clandestine exchange—Blake, her steadfast companion, and the enigmatic figure who had come to her aid in her darkest hour. Leaning in closer, she strained to decipher the cryptic words passing through Blake's lips as he conversed over the phone, his voice laden with unspoken secrets and veiled intentions.

As Blake engaged in a cryptic phone conversation, his words shrouded in secrecy, Raven overheard snippets that sent a chill down her spine. "Yes, Raven is safe and resting in the room. When shall I deliver her to you? Very well, I will escort her to the designated hideout." Panic seizing her heart, Raven recoiled, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of fear and uncertainty.

In a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, Raven seized the opportunity presented by their departure through the front door, swiftly slipping out through the shadowed confines of the back exit. Racing through the night-shrouded streets, she hailed a taxi, her sole aim to escape the ominous whispers that threatened to engulf her world in darkness.

Upon her return to the familiar halls of the school, Raven found solace in the absence of Blake, his enigmatic presence a specter haunting her every thought. However, as the school day unfolded, fate delivered an unexpected twist as she crossed paths with him once more. Caught in a tense exchange of glances, Raven's instinctual response was to flee, the echo of her name reverberating through the corridors as Blake pursued her with urgent determination.

Driven by a primal urge to evade the enigmatic figures closing in on her, Raven sought refuge in the sanctuary of the cafeteria, her breath ragged with exertion. Yet, the specter of danger loomed ever closer as the companion of her mysterious assailant closed in, prompting Raven to flee once more into the cool embrace of the evening air.

As she braved the path homeward, a figure emerged from the shadows, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. A young girl, her voice a whisper of reassurance, implored Raven to halt, offering sanctuary from the shadows that threatened to consume her. "Do not flee," she entreated. "Allow me to guide you to safety, away from those who seek to harm you."

"Do not hasten away; allow me to facilitate your escape from impending peril," the young girl implored, her voice a soothing balm amidst Raven's turmoil. Torn between fear and desperation, Raven reluctantly acquiesced, nodding in silent surrender. Yet, before her trust could fully manifest, a cacophony of warning shattered the fragile peace as Blake interjected with urgent caution, his words a stark revelation of betrayal.

In the blink of an eye, the tranquil scene transformed into a tableau of danger as the girl brandished a gleaming blade, poised to strike. Swift intervention spared Raven from harm as the enigmatic companion of Blake deftly disarmed the assailant, quelling the immediate threat with practiced ease. Blake's decisive action sealed the intruder's fate as unconsciousness claimed her, clearing the path to a hasty retreat.

With Raven now under his protection, Blake swiftly ushered her into a waiting vehicle, the road ahead fraught with uncertainty and revelations yet to unfold. As the wheels turned and the landscape blurred, Raven's disorientation gave way to a flood of questions, demanding answers in the face of mounting confusion.

"Forgive the abrupt turn of events, Raven," Blake offered in a moment of respite, his voice tinged with regret. "We did not anticipate this course of events. You are not alone in this; your brother, Ace, sent us to safeguard you from those who seek to harm you. Allow me to introduce Ash, our ally in this endeavor. As we journey to our sanctuary, I will elucidate further."

As the vehicle wound its way through the dense foliage of the forest, they arrived at a secluded two-story abode, a sanctuary cloaked in secrecy and protection. Stepping into the grandeur of the estate, Raven found herself in awe of its splendor, the tranquil beauty of the surroundings a stark contrast to the chaos that had engulfed her world.

"Would anyone care for some coffee?" Blake's voice broke the silence, a gesture of normalcy amidst the storm of uncertainty that encircled them. With a heavy heart and a maelstrom of emotions churning within her, Raven settled into the unfamiliar surroundings, her mind a tempest of disbelief and revelation as she braced herself for the truths that awaited her in the haven of shadows and secrets.

As the trio of Raven, Blake, and Ash gathered in the kitchen of the secluded abode, the ambiance heavy with unspoken truths, Raven shattered the silence with a plea for clarity amidst the shadows that enveloped her existence. "Someone must elucidate the enigma that surrounds me. Why am I ensnared in this web of danger, and what drove those malevolent forces to seek my demise?" Her voice resonated with a blend of determination and apprehension, demanding answers that lay buried deep within the fabric of her existence.

In a moment of shared understanding, Ash and Blake exchanged a silent accord before Ash embarked on the daunting task of unraveling the tapestry of Raven's lineage and destiny. "Prepare yourself for a revelation that defies reason and belief," Ash began, his words a prelude to a tale steeped in mystique and ancient power. "Your lineage traces back to a lineage of witches, with your mother standing as a paragon of unparalleled strength and mystic prowess. However, the circumstances of your birth necessitated her departure, leaving behind a legacy of untold power and peril."

Pausing to gauge Raven's reaction, Ash continued with solemn resolve, "Following your mother's departure, you were entrusted to the guardianship of Aunt Rose, your protector in the shadows. Yet, with your relocation here, Blake, and I have assumed the mantle of your guardians, sworn to shield you from the malevolent forces that seek to exploit your latent abilities."

Struggling to comprehend the weight of her legacy and the dangers that lurked in the shadows, Raven rose from her seat, her mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. "Why am I burdened with the need for protection? What significance do I hold in this intricate dance of power and peril?" Her voice trembled with a mix of defiance and fear, her gaze searching for solace in the storm of revelations that threatened to engulf her.

As the door swung open, a figure cloaked in mystery and marked by a scarred visage made his entrance, his presence casting a pall of foreboding over the gathering. Rising to their feet in a show of deference, Blake and Ash stood as the man approached Raven, his words laden with a revelation that shattered the fragile semblance of normalcy that Raven clung to. "You are inexorably linked to a legacy that transcends the boundaries of mortality, a pawn in a game of power and manipulation orchestrated by our father, intent on harnessing your formidable powers for his nefarious designs."

A gasp escaped Raven's lips as realization dawned upon her, the whispered name of her brother, Ace, a beacon of connection amidst the chaos that threatened to consume her very essence. In that moment of reckoning, Raven stood at the precipice of a destiny intertwined with ancient bloodlines and forgotten power, her path irrevocably altered by the revelation of her true nature as a Spirited witch, a harbinger of both light and shadow in a world teetering on the brink of supernatural upheaval."The sun was bright and there were no clouds to see. 7 Year old Raven was in the cooling water playing. When suddenly she hear a banging sound from inside the house, her little heart started bounding fast. Raven climbed out of the swimming pool, water dripping down her body as she make her way inside the house :" Mommy!?"

Her voice echoed through the house. But her heart sank as she walked onto a scene of her mother in a pool of blood. She started crying upon seeing her mothers ice cold body, her eyes dryed out. Raven cryed and screamed, hoping her mother would react. At that moment her brother came from behind her. One look at his mother and he knew, he grabbed Raven and carried her to the house across from there's. After the police arrived and investigated, they marked it as unsolved.

Raven and Ace went to stay with Aunt Rose. One night Raven woke up for a glass of water. She saw a letter on the kitchen table that read:" My dearest sister. Im going away and will not return soon. I don't want you to search for me. I'll find you when the time is right. Goodbye." Raven stopped breathing for a moment, but then she heard a car. Raven ran outside and saw Ace in the back seat. The car drove away and Raven ran after it screaming and crying:" Ace! Please don't leave me!"

Raven got snapped back to reality. She was so mad and frustrated at het brother for how he left her and now he wants to just show up. Raven rose from her chair and said firmly:" I don't want anything to do with you." Ace was a little shock but continued trying:" Raven, i know I've hurt you in the past but im here know.." Raven cut him off with a burst of anger and tears:" No! You don't fucking get to decide when you wanna be here and when you dont. You fucking left me when i was in the darkness." Raven paused to catch her breath as the tears rolled down her red face:" you left me....when i needed you, you piece of shit!" As Raven finished her sentence she through a water bottle against Ace's chest making him take a step back. Ash an Blake stood in the kitchen shocked:" You were suppose to support me, help me, keep danger away from me through out my life. But you know it's fine im sure mom is so fucking proud of you right now." Raven said sarcastically. Ace sighed and said softly with a breaking voice:" Im sorry that you had to go through everything alone, but i can see your tierd and confused so I'll give you space and time." Raven just stared at him and Ace turned to Blake and Ash asking:" please make sure to show her around and help her with everything, I'll see you guys in the morning." With that Ace walked up stairs into a room and closed the door. A minute passed when Blake decided to go to his room as well. Ash walked to the bottle of water on the floor and picked it up laughing:" You know, no one has the guts to scream at Ace like you did let alone throw him with a bottle." Raven looked at Ash and couldn't help but giggle a little." Yea well it's about time someone did. I apologize for the chaos." Ash smiled :" Hey whats a reunion without a little family drama." They laughed and Raven finally valmed down. Ash than asked her:" I don't suppose that maby you would want have a tour of the house and hear some history of your blood line?" Raven took a deep breath and answerd:" Why the hell not, lets do it." Ash smiled and offered his arm for her and Raven took hiss arm holding it gentle as they started walking through the house. And so Ash started explaining.

"Early witches were people who practiced witchcraft, using magic spells and calling upon spirits for help or to bring about change. Its unclear exactly when witches came on the historical scene, but one of the earliest records of a witch is in the Bible in the book of 1 Samuel, thought be written between 931 B.C. and 721 B.C. It tells the story of when King Saul sought the Witch of Endor to summon the dead prophet Samuel’s spirit to help him defeat the Philistine army. The witch roused Samuel, who then prophesied the death of Saul and his sons. The next day, according to the Bible, Saul’s sons died in battle, and Saul committed suicide. Other Old Testament verses condemn witches, such as the oft-cited Exodus 22:18, which says, “thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.” Additional Biblical passages caution against divination, chanting or using witches to contact the dead." Ash paused as they were going outside to the garden. Raven turned to him stil honding his arm and asked:" But were did it all start?" Ash smiled and continued:" Well we have tried collecting all the history books from witches to werewolf and vampires but witches history is very hard to come by so that is still an unknown. A spirite witch like yourself is however the most rare one's yet. All i know is that you can use lost ancient magic and communicate with the dead. Not only that but when in trouble you can ask the dead to lend you there power and strength, like if you communicate with a shape shifter and they lend you there power than you can shape shift aswell. But the thing that is most amazing is your healing abilities." Raven was amazed but something still bothered her." You said vampire, werewolf and so on. So if im a witch than what is my brother?" Ash stayed still and answerd:" Well he is a warlock, one of the strongest i know. It's almost like a witch but a little different, you'll see what i mean onve you see him in action, but you'll also feel it. You jave an ability to feel the vibe of someone and know exactly what they are." They stopped at a river that glowed light blue. The water was crustal clear almost like out of a fairy book. Raven looked at ash and asked:" So what are you then." Ash looked at Raven and said:" If i tell you than you'll probably run away. But wait i want you to concentrate and close your eyes." Ash stepped closer to Raven as she closed her eyes:" Take a deep breathand relax. Open up your senses, feel the breeze against, feel the air around you. Listen tobthe surrounding area." A moment of silence went on until raven open her eyes and Ash asked her what did she feel. Raven took a deep breath and said:"Death."